The song here is "Sweet Things" by The Pretty Reckless

Sweet Things

As soon as they got into their apartment, Crowley guided her to their bed, helped her in and tucked her in. She refused to lay down, but he insisted she at least have a pillow in her back. Once she was comfortable, he conjured a nice cup of hot herbal tea and some organic muffins for her.

She rolled down the blanket and the sheet to her lap and rubbed her stomach tenderly. Crowley sat on the edge of the bed and softly placed his hand on her stomach as well. Their daughter was still, but they could feel her little heart beat.

"You best have something to eat." Crowley said softly, but Clara knew he was kindly ordering her to eat a muffin. After all, he didn't conjure them up for the fun of it.

Clara grabbed a muffin at random and took a bite. She chewed a couple of times and glanced down at the organic blueberry muffin, then back up at him.

"This taste like crap." She said, sounding muffled with the bite still in her mouth. Crowley just stared at her blankly, but she could tell he expected her to eat it all the same.

"It's good for the both of you." He said and she made a disgusted facial expression, to which he frowned slightly. She grunted, but swallowed. As she forced herself to take another bite, he half smiled as if he was satisfied.

"I assume the spells Anne gave you are working." He said and she nodded, still forcing herself to eat that horrid muffin. "Good." He added and she looked up at him as if indirectly begging him to take the muffins away. "Don't forget your tea." He added and she narrowed her eyes at him.

Crowley handed her the cup of tea and she took it with a false smile, which made him grin.

As she sipped the tea, which left an awful after taste, she looked up at Crowley and could see that his attention was momentarily elsewhere. Once he met her eyes, he gave a half grin as if nothing had happened.

Bullshit.

She lowered her cup of tea and stared at him. He knew that she suspected something, however he remained silent.

"You were summoned, weren't you?" she asked him and his half grin didn't falter. "Was it Anne?" she asked and he looked at the muffin in her hand and before he could order her to eat it, she snapped. "I asked you a question." She said dryly and he lifted his eyes up to her, smiling softly as if that would put her in a better mood.

"No." he replied and she knew he was lying. She glared at him and Hell rumbled slightly.

"Don't you dare lie to me." she said coldly.

"Darling –" he began and she wasn't in the mood for whatever bullshit he was going to feed her, besides the stupid muffins.

"If she summoned you, you are going to go to her and help her with whatever she needs." She snapped, but darkness brewed in his eyes as if he didn't like to be ordered around. Well, that made two of them. He fed her shitty muffins; he was going to visit Anne and see what is wrong.

"I told you they'd use this relation to you to their advantage. I told you that you wouldn't be able to say no." he said, but she clenched her jaw and Hell rumbled once more. "Clara, you are the Queen of Hell, pregnant with our daughter. They are not your concern, no matter if they shared a lineage with you. You owe them nothing. Now, Darling, –" he began, but at that moment, their television exploded in bright lights and sparks. He didn't flinch, nor did he look at the damage. He stared at the anger in her eyes as she stared back at him, enraged.

He wasn't threatened by it. Yes, she was stronger than him, but he was right and she wouldn't inflict pain on him just to get what she wanted, even if both mother and daughter were angry and could cause a great deal of destruction. However, that wasn't the problem. He knew she wouldn't resort to that and suspected she'd do something else.

"Go or I will." She said and they stared at each other; a battle of the wills. Crowley looked calm, but there was anger in his eyes. Didn't matter, Clara matched his anger with her own. She knew he was suspecting that and now, he dreaded it.

He thought she was going to throw a temper tantrum? No, she was going to push the right buttons. He wouldn't want her to put herself and their daughter in danger. So he had a choice and she knew she had him right where she wanted him. He knew it as well.

"Fine." He replied with that calm grave voice, but the rage was in his eyes. "But this is the last time." he added and snapped his fingers, disappearing. Clara let her anger simmer down and then looked back at her muffin. She glared at it and then a flame sparked, burning the muffin to nothing. She glanced at the other muffins and they all burst into flames as well, vanishing.

She smiled triumphantly and placed her tea on the table next to the bed. She'd keep that at least. Luckily, it tasted better than those muffins; despite it's terrible after taste.

She glanced at her television with a large hole in the screen and wires poking out, looking charred. She snapped her fingers and the damage was gone and the screen illuminated with the first movie that popped into her head: Practical Magic. Always was one of her favorites.

Clara snapped her fingers and smiled as she stuffed small chocolate cupcakes with little candies on the white frosting into her mouth. Now that was good food!