The song here is "Hell is for Children" by Pat Benatar
Hell is for Children
Clara was ready to leave the office, when Crowley got up and walked up casually to her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into his warmth comfort. She could have thrown him back and tear the flesh off his body while stuffing his demon essence back in so it could feel all that pain, but his embrace made her feel slightly less angry.
"Darling," he began to say softly, but she cut him off, snapping at him with her rage which quickly returned.
"Don't you 'Darling' me." she said and felt her anger fade to a sort of heaviness, an overwhelming type of sadness. "I can't do this. I'm not ready to be a mother." She said and sort of melted in his arms. He held her tighter as if he could feel that she needed him most at that moment, and it actually comforted her a little.
"You will be a marvelous mother." He said in her ear. She couldn't help but feel like Eve with the snake whispering in her ear, encouraging her to bite that apple. She didn't know why, but it was probably the human in her, in shock that she's pregnant with the King of Hell's child.
"I'm pregnant with the Devil's spawn." She said, unaware that she said it out loud for Crowley to hear. When he gave a soft chuckle, that's when it hit her and she felt that bit of panic returning. She didn't expect him to get angry at her, but it's like she discovered she was pregnant all over again. She was a mess and she hated this state of shock.
"A little demon that we have created." He said, as if correcting her. "It's going to be magnificent; a mixture of you and I." he added and Clara then felt that panic fading away from her like water on a sandy shore, reciting back to the ocean. "It'll be perfect." He added, his voice so soothing, making her feel at ease.
"I just don't feel ready." she said and felt Crowley softly coming around to face her and tightening his arms around her once again, staring into her eyes. She couldn't look away if she wanted; in his dark eyes, she found more comfort. Still, the shock of being pregnant lingered on her like a cold wind of winter. "This wasn't part of our deal." She added and his lips turned in a slight grin.
She expected him to be a little offended that, at that moment, she referred to their relationship as being nothing but a deal. Of course, that wasn't how she felt, but he already knew that.
"All of Hell is at your feet, my darling Queen." He said and his voice was so smooth, that it chased away any shock that hung on her. As if to reassure her, Ginger sat at the feet and looked up at her with sharp eyes and a low growl in her throat. "Rest and Hell shall cater to your every need." He added and his eyes were so soft and dark at the same time, that it made Clara feel calm and at ease.
Then, she smiled softly and stroked his face. He grinned, as if recognizing the Clara he knew.
"I'll rest and care for our child, if you cater to my every demand." She said and his lips broadened in a dark grin, as if he knew she was going to say that.
"Done." He said and kissed her passionately. At that moment, Clara could tell that being pregnant made him happy. He was genuinely looking forward to being a father to their child. That made all her worry flutter away and she wrapped her arms around him tightly, as if to let him know.
When he pulled away from her, staring into her eyes, she grinned and released her grip, but let her hands wander down to his chest. He stared at her darkly, like he usually did, as if sensing that she was no longer worried.
"I can't believe I'm pregnant." She said and he grinned. "How is it possible?" she asked him, thinking of all the times they had sex. Why didn't she get pregnant sooner? How could she at all? How could he get her pregnant?
That's when she noticed how he continued to stare at her and grin, as if he was enjoying watching her as all these questions ran through her mind. She narrowed her eyes and his grin grew.
"Anything is possible, love." He replied and she rolled her eyes and pushed his arms away, breaking free from his embrace. As she was walking away, being followed by Ginger, Crowley placed his hands in his pockets. "Just think of a little Crowley playing with the Hellhounds." He said and she stopped and glanced over her shoulder at him.
"What makes you think it's a boy?" she asked him, narrowing her eyes at her lover. He grinned and when she sat behind her desk, he walked back to his.
"Just think of a little Clara playing with the Hellhounds." He said, as if striking that last comment and replacing it with this one.
When she grinned at him, he knew she was content.
"Shouldn't you go rest?" he asked her and when she shot him a glare, he knew her answer. They both sat in their chairs and continued their paperwork. When the silence turned slightly awkward and heavy, Clara sighed and sat back, as if deep in thought.
"You're really happy about this, aren't you?" she asked him and he immediately smiled as he glanced over at her.
"How could I not?" he asked her.
"Well, were you happy when Gavin was born?" she asked him and the look on her face told him she was wishing she had never mentioned it. However, he wasn't offended or upset.
"This is different, Darling." He said and when she met his eyes and saw his smile, she seemed more relaxed. "My human life can never compare to this one with you. I care for Gavin, don't get me wrong, but this is better." He said and when she smiled softly, he returned to his paperwork.
She knew he was happy, but she just needed to hear it. After a few more minutes of silence, all her worry sort of seemed redundant. Of course the King of Hell was happy she was pregnant! He'd have another Cambion by his side. He'd have an heir, however, when Clara glanced over at him, he probably wouldn't want to relinquish his throne, even if their baby is a boy.