Summary: Bobby can't understand what the world's coming to, when his daughter walks in with a large baby bump on her stomach. If he thinks that's a shock, he'd better prepare himself for finding out who the hell the father is. Please R&R!
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters. I only own my OC.
Family Matters
-Eleven-
It didn't matter how many times the others saw this, but no-one could get used to seeing Crowley being such a loving father.
He currently sat holding Charlie who was playing with his blanket, looking occasionally to his father who smiled at him softly and continued to watch him play. It was fascinating to see how much he loved that damn blanket.
"You like that, handsome?" Debbie asked as she held Eboni and sat next to her favourite guys in the whole world, Charlie looking and grinning at his mother.
But the little boy was hungry and very tired, and he kept rubbing his eyes and yawning which Crowley grimaced at, especially when his little boy pouted at him with the most adorable pout in the history of pouts, and started to cry.
"Oh, Charlie, I know..." He whispered, pulling his four month old son closer to him and rubbing his back, Charlie hiccuping and trying to curl up in his daddy's arms, "Shhh...We'll let your mother feed you and we'll put you down for a nap."
Debbie unfastened her shirt, Crowley passing her Charlie while he took Eboni, who sat staring at her brother like he was berserk. She screeched at him, the look on her face making her parents laugh. It was as if she was saying, Stop that crying! Or, I want to feed first! I'm hungry too!
"You tell him, love." Crowley whispered, looking to Debbie who held Charlie to her chest, taking his little hand in her own, "She's really annoyed with him. Probably because he's getting to feed first."
"Yeah, she likes to have first feeds doesn't she." Debbie commented, looking down at her little boy who blinked his tears away as he fed from her, "God, he's so tired."
He squeezed her finger as he held onto it, continuing to feed quietly and hastily. Crowley pressed a kiss to Debbie's temple and bounced Eboni a little on his knee, smiling softly and kissing her head.
"You're doing great, Debbie." He told his lover, "I'm really proud of you."
Debbie smiled and kissed his lips, looking back to her baby boy who turned away from her chest, the parents swapping babies as Debbie fed Eboni while Crowley burped Charlie. The demon had to laugh when his son made himself jump after his burp, but it turned to sympathy when the tiny baby just started to cry again.
"It's okay, handsome." He whispered, cradling his son in his arms and rocking him, "It's alright now. Shhh..."
Debbie smiled as Crowley rocked Charlie back and forth, the baby settling and slowly falling asleep.
"That looks so good on you." She whispered.
"What does?" Crowley replied, Debbie kissing him tearfully.
"Being a father."
Debbie curled up on the couch, sighing with tears falling down her face as she looked at her sleeping children.
She felt such a failure to them, like she couldn't care for them as a mother should. She felt that they didn't love her as much as they used to, and that just broke her heart. She felt someone lift her head and then it was settled in someone's lap, gently hands stroking her head and body.
"Please, don't cry, my love."
Debbie began to sob quietly and turned her face so it was buried in Crowley's knee, the demon just lifting her up to face him and bringing her closer to hold her to his body.
"Shhh, I'm here." He whispered, "I'm here. Everything's gonna be fine."
"What if it's not?" Debbie breathed, "What if I can't look after them?"
That was something that actually made the demon tear up. Debbie was nothing near a failure, and for her even to think that she could be one was too much.
No way.
Debbie Singer would not fail her children, no matter what. She loved those babies more than her own life and there was no way she'd fail them.
No way.
"Debbie, you will never let our children down, okay? Never." Crowley told her, "If anyone let them down, it was me for not being careful enough to plan them or to think of how things would have affected you. I'm sorry."
Debbie lifted her head from his shoulder and kissed him deeply, Crowley returning it and raising his eyebrows as she ran her hand up his thigh. Pulling back, they took in the lust in the other person's eyes and thank God that Bobby and the others were home.
Crowley kept his cool as he approached the study, just informing Bobby that Debbie needed a lie down before he zapped them upstairs and locked the attic trapdoor, the two of them kissing passionately as they backed up towards the bed.
Debbie closed her eyes as Crowley leaned in to kiss her, her arms winding around him before she went to take his hand, their fingers lacing together as Crowley pinned her hand above her head and continued to move inside her body. He continued to kiss her gently, leaning in to kiss her neck and shoulders lightly.
"I love you, darling."
"I love you, baby."
Debbie gasped as she felt his lips against her chest, her spare hand going to her mouth for her to bite her fingers to keep from screaming.
Crowley knew that she was fighting to control herself, and there would come a time with Debbie where she couldn't physically take Crowley's ministrations and she'd have to push him away. Twice she'd burst into tears. But Crowley wasn't human. He didn't quite understand the physical limits of sex. He could go on for hours, but Debbie was quite sensitive which sometimes meant hours weren't an option.
But Crowley wasn't phased by that. She'd spend time trying to make it nice for him in her tired state and right now, she was getting too tired to cope with it. She was shivering, sweating, moaning softly and panting, and she was gripping his hand with all the strength she had.
She came harder than she expected to and she arched up into Crowley's embrace, the demon holding onto her and hushing as he rubbed her back. She fell back against the pillows, pushing him away and rolling onto her side, Crowley rubbing her back as she calmed herself.
He kissed her shoulder and then her head, smiling softly and laying closer to her, winding his arm around her. Ah, the joys of spooning. He always got dirty ideas when they were spooning.
"Take it you enjoyed that." He whispered, earning a weak nod from his lover who trembled on the mattress beside him.
"I love you." She whispered, all the energy gone out of her voice, "You know that, right?"
"Yeah." Crowley replied, "I love you too. You know that, don't you?"
"Yeah, I do." Debbie breathed, rolling over and curling up to him, gasping as his still hard length brushed against her, "You want me to take care of that?"
"No, just rest yourself." Crowley whispered, "Have a sleep."
Debbie did her best to curl right into his arms, Crowley holding her tenderly and pressing soft kisses to her cheek and temple.
No matter what happened in their lives, Crowley would always stand by Debbie through anything and everything. Even her depression.
-TBC-
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