NotaPunk; Hello everyone! I hope your week has been well! Next week I have several finals, my birthday, and a camping trip. There will be no update then or the week after because I have to work all week. I'm posting this early because this Friday I'm busy. This chapter will be kind of short, sorry, but I have to study. Things will be back to normal soon, thank you for your patience.

Meg's Annoyance

Meg's fingers itched for the silver flask hidden in her purse. The day had been a stressful one, like all days where she had to send long amounts of time with her in-laws. It's not that they were bad people, just over zealous and opinionated. They all believed what they wanted to and never backed down, or even heard an argument from the opposing side.

Though she had a soft spot for a few of her relatives, like Cas, Gabe, her mother-in-law and many of the distant cousins that were still children. That had not been the case at dinner that night. Gabe had been acting like a total spaz and kept staring at Cas's friend the whole night. He looked like he was either going to throw up at any moment or jump the poor kid's bones. Cas in return set a steely warning glare to his older brother, and even went to sleepover at Sam's house. The only two argument buffers/ only people that could at least find safe topics incapacitated.

So, the poor mother of the bunch of lunatics actually tried to be a moderator. Meg wasn't sure who was crazier, the people arguing over such things instead of enjoying their time together, her mother-in-law for seeming to encourage it or Meg for ever agreeing to marry Michael.

Michael was such a kind, loyal man. There was such innocence and warmth from him that Meg never experienced within her life. Her parents were stuck in a loveless marriage because of their extreme religious beliefs that they went on ignoring each other. They never cheated on each other, or raised a hand. They had no passion for even the smallest of smiles.

They slept in separate bedrooms, went to work at different times, never ate together, and from her knowledge kissed each other. Whenever they looked into the other's eyes, there was this hollow look. The only passion that they seemed to have that related to the other was when one of their children was involved. Especially Meg. They had their ideals that were exactly the same, and that they wanted their children to immolate.

Meg knew that they had to have sex at one point. If they had sex, that didn't mean they had to be in love. And she knew that the man and woman who raised her were in fact her biological parents, as well as the biological parents to her sisters and brother. They each looked too much like each other for it to be otherwise. They all had their mother's dark brown, almost black eyes, along with her rose bud lips. They also had their father's smirk, and ears. Those were the most obvious features of course.

So, she had immolated her parent's relationship with her first two boyfriends, before changing that. She went on to toxic relationships then to being single with a few one night stands when she needed to let loose. She had all of her family's disapproval, and hadn't talked to any of them for the longest time. In fact, the only one that attended her wedding was her older sister Casey. Even then, she was subjected to questions like "Are you pregnant?" "Does he need a citizenship?" and her favorite, "This isn't like you, wouldn't you feel better back at your tattoo parlor?"

Michael was Meg's foil. He was her yin to her yang. Light to dark. Angel to demon. He was the peanut butter to her jelly. They just worked well together. Sure Meg was against marrying him at first, fear had seeped into her very soul at the thought of their relationship becoming like her parent's. It took a long time for either one to trust the other, to love each other, and when they did, Meg was afraid of it slipping through her fingers. Then one night, Michael had been shot and was in the hospital in critical condition. She wasn't allowed to see him until he was stabilized and went to recover in a normal room.

It was a nightmare for her and she knew that if it was to ever happen again, she would never forgive herself if she couldn't hold his hand one last time. The next spring they were married in Michael's hometown with his family, their friends and co workers to bear witness. For the longest time the couple lived in harmony until Michael, who always wanted to be a father, noticed how well Meg loved and got along with children. Michael in Meg's opinion would fit the 'Father Knows Best' role just fine; she just had a feeling of dread curl into her stomach when she thought about being a mother.

And of course the subject came up whenever they saw children, walked past a baby store or the park. Though, the subject would be dropped quickly most of the time, there were certain occasions that her husband would push it. Like when they would see his family, especially his younger cousins.

Meg laid on top of the queen sized bed and its brightly colored quilt. She was reading a book that she had gotten into, a psychological thriller, and had one of the many Milton children curled into her side, sound asleep. As the curly haired blonde snored lightly, Michael walked in on the scene. His eyes were still their usual soft blue shade, but warmed with such a life and happiness, Meg felt her heart skip a beat.

Michael always looked at her like that, like she was some sort of queen. But this look was different; this was his 'I want to be the father of your children' look. Meg had seen it so many times before, and each time it made her heart do the same thing. She opened her mouth to let loose a flood of sarcastic remarks to try to rid him of that look. He pressed his pointer finger gently to her lips, and tilted his head to the sleeping form next to her. The tattooed woman nodded her head and watched in fascination as he picked the child up gently in both of his arms, and carried him to his parents.

When he returned, she was stripping out of her jeans, deciding to just sleep in her form fitting tee-shirt. She wriggled her hips smoothly, and pushed her thumbs into the waist band, giving them soft tugs until they were at her knees. She was about to kick them off when she felt a familiar pair of hands on her hips and the face of her husband buried into the crook of her neck. Within minutes Meg was on her back, stark naked and Michael was in between her legs, still wearing his jeans.

She knew she should be angry, try to push her husband off, or at least demand he put on a condom. Any thought was lost though as soon as he had his hands on her. She was usually the aggressive one, the one that started it, the one who topped. This was different though, Michael was different. And Meg swore to herself, that she would be pissed later.

NotaPunk: I love the pairings between angels and demons, mostly crack pairings though. Love those! So, of course I would pair the most badass of the female demons with one of the most goodie two shoes of the angels! Though you guys might like a future pairing hopefully.