The song here is "Me and the Devil" by Soap&Skin

Me and the Devil

Clara smiled and stroked Crowley's head as he spoke to their daughter. She had never thought he'd be so excited. His childhood sounded traumatic and it didn't sound like he really loved his son, although she knew he did. Seeing him whispering to her growing stomach made her incredibly happy and relieved. She never thought she'd have a child and now, she was having one, with the King of Hell.

It was a Hell of a blissful dream come true.

She laughed as he promised their daughter the same things he promised her when he proposed she be his Queen: to leave Hell whenever she wanted, only this time by exception that Nikolai was with her, fancy clothing and jewelry, and her very own Hellhound, of course. Heck, she could have a thousand of them! He then concluded with the obvious, but beautiful, promise of his undivided love.

Crowley lifted his eyes up to her, as if enjoying her laughter, especially the glow she had at the mention of love.

"If she's anything like her mother, she'll accept no less." he said and she amusingly smacked the back of his head, sparking that playful anger in his eyes.

"If she's anything like her father, she'll find ways to get what she wants, without someone promising it to her." Clara replied and laughed as his lips curled back in a dark smile.

He began moving closer to her, his hands wandering up from her hips to her waist, then pressed his lips tenderly against hers, as if teasing her. At that moment, when she was about to return that kiss, she felt a bit of discomfort and knew that it was her stomach again.

As if sensing it, Crowley pulled back and looked into her eyes with concern. She gave him a soft smile and stroked his cheek.

"It's nothing bad." She said and he frowned, then quickly got up and conjured everything he needed for her to redo the spell that Anne had given her, as well as a cup of that tea she suggested. He turned back to her and extended a hand. His expression was hard, but his eyes were soft.

"I won't take chances, Darling." He said and she titled her head at him, but his expression told her he wouldn't take no for an answer. "I will not negotiate your health or Keara's." he added and Clara smiled sweetly. "Now, the Wiccan said even if you feel discomfort, you should perform the spell and drink the tea. I expect you to comply." He added and then Clara raised an eyebrow. She loved him and there was no doubt he loved her, but he just rubbed her the wrong way.

"Comply?" she asked and he narrowed his eyes, as if he didn't understand why she took offense, then he rolled his eyes and glanced at her with a sarcastic grin.

"To take care of yourself." He said and just when he thought it was over, she maintained her expression.

"And the Wiccan?" she asked, displeased and Crowley frowned as if this was not the moment to nitpick. "Her name is Anne." She said and he sighed, rolling his eyes once again, and then glanced at her with that frown.

"Will you do as Anne suggested?" he asked, emphasizing her name, letting the sarcasm roll off his tongue, clearly announcing his annoyance. Then, Clara took his hand and allowed him to help her onto her feet. She walked up to the table where everything awaited her and began clearing her mind, feeling at ease, until Crowley spoke. "You admire Anne and Viviane." He said and when she met his eyes, she wondered if that concerned him. Probably did or else he wouldn't have mentioned it.

"Yes, especially Anne." She replied honestly and smiled as Crowley's expression didn't flatter. "She's fearless." She added and then Crowley's eyes darkened.

"Only because she knew she had something I needed." He replied and she grinned. "Now that they know they are your blood relation, who's to say that they won't summon you and make requests endlessly?" he asked and her grin turned into a smirk. "You may not be able to say no." he added and she titled her head and sharpened her eyes. He was convinced that Anne had her wrapped around her little finger.

"They won't. Although we're family, they fear me, you and our Home." She replied and turned back to her spell, trying yet again to clear her mind. However, Crowley's silence bothered her. She looked at him and they simply stared at each other.

"What's to say they won't announce that we're expecting?" he asked and she narrowed her eyes.

"I refer to my last comment." She said coldly and when he said nothing more, she hesitantly returned to her spell and performed it. She wasn't certain it had worked, but believed anyway and sipped her tea.

When she lifted her eyes up to Crowley, he seemed pleased.

Although the spell and the tea were helping, Clara couldn't see it working during child birth. As she sat in the chair by their bed, sipping her tea, Crowley walked around her with his hands in his pockets and a chair appeared conveniently for him. He sat down, rested his chin on his fist as he leaned in his seat and watched her with that glimmer of joy in his eyes.

"I've given it some thought and I'd like to deliver Keara in a hospital." She said and even though Crowley's expression didn't change, she could see that annoyance in his eyes.

"Keara should be born in Hell: it's her Home." He said and Clara maintained her stare.

"I don't want scissor happy demons in charge of delivering our daughter, even if those demons were Nikolai and Nerilla. And you? You'd be clueless." She said and ignored his cold glare. "I want doctors that actually know what they're doing and can administer an epidural." She said with a sharp tone and with the authority of a Queen. She then watched that annoyance burn into frustration. "If the world will be Keara's birthright; she might as well be born in it." she added and didn't smile until Crowley's frustration turned to an amused glare. She knew that would turn his frown upside down.

"Her birthright?" he asked, as if this entertained him.

"It'll be her playground and the humans, her toys." She said and Crowley's lips broadened in a dark smirk. She smiled sweetly and sipped her tea. "Nikolai will accompany me and I'll choose the best hospital and the best doctor." She said and Crowley maintained that smirk, as if he approved after all.

She thought for sure he's make a fuss out of her researching the best of the best, but he was silent. Quite unlike him.