Wanted to wrap-up this fanfic-verse before the series finally comes out and this officially becomes an AU. I don't know, maybe I'll be inspired to write a couple more fics with Tina and Alastor once we get more insight on what he's really like in the show. But yeah, a lot of you were asking about what their baby will look like, and I want to finish with that. And I've got less than a week to do it.

Please read my previous AlastorxOC fanfics to get the context of this story, in this order:

"Let's Fall in Love"

"As Time Goes By"

"My Funny Valentine"

"I'm a Fool to Want You"

"Side Effects"

"Al," Tina said. "We only got the news yesterday. You're not gonna feel any kicks at this point."

They lay in bed, Alastor pressing his ear to his wife's tummy.

"I just find it so difficult to believe," he whispered, gently rubbing her stomach, "that my child is in there. Our child."

It was hard to believe, considering sinners weren't supposed to reproduce. But thanks to a deal with Lucifer, they were able to conceive. Finally, after all their time separated, and all their time wishing, they were going to be a proper family.

Tina smiled at how excited her husband looked as she ran her fingers through his hair. "What do ya think they'll look like?"

"Who knows?" Alastor said. "No two sinners have ever conceived a child before. Although, if having a child down here is anything like it is up there, it will likely resemble me."

She frowned. "Or me."

"Yes, but children tend to take more after their fathers. People used to say I resembled my father."

She rolled her eyes. "Ya realize they only said that to make ya feel more white, right?"

He stopped rubbing her tummy as he pondered this. "Well, thankfully our child will never have to deal with that down in Hell."

"Nah, but there are other things we'll need to consider." She gently nudged him off her stomach so she could sit up. "What we gonna do once I start showing? I can't exactly take maternity leave."

Lucifer had made it clear in his deal that no one was to know how this child had come into existence, otherwise all sinners would be rushing to make the same deal. Hell was already overpopulated as it was. It still made Tina wonder why Lucifer had allowed this child to be conceived in the first place. All he'd wanted in return was that he be the child's devil-father, and that the child would work for him when they came of age. While Alastor had insisted their child would be able to choose their role under Lucifer, Tina was still suspicious of the Devil's motives.

"We could tell them you're ill," Alastor said. "There are plenty of hellish diseases we can use as an excuse."

"For months?" Tina said.

He raised a hand, green light swirling around it. "If you insist on staying at work, I can use a glamor to conceal your belly. But really, darling, you shouldn't be exerting yourself during this pregnancy. It won't be good for the baby."

"Okay." She lowered his hands. "I know you've been dead since the '30s, but people knew a lot more 'bout pregnancy by the time I was alive. And don't forget." Her voice grew quieter. "This ain't my first rodeo."

Alastor's perpetual grin shrunk by a fraction of an inch. Of course, he knew his wife had given birth up top. She hadn't planned it, and in the end, she had abandoned the child. Hence, why she was in Hell. Although he had helped her find closure with her daughter, the subject was still a sensitive one.

"Which reminds me." Tina shook out of her daze. "Does Hell make any kind of baby formula? Cuz I ain't gonna be able to breastfeed."

She gestured to her breasts. Alastor knew that there were no nipples underneath her nightgown, only two black Xs, marks of her terminal breast cancer.

"I'm sure the hellborns feed their infants something," Alastor said. "We'll have to ask Dr. Whitetail."

Dr. Whitetail was the only doctor Lucifer had approved to check on the baby's progress. With a pregnancy this secretive, a hospital was out of the question.

"And," Tina said, "when the baby comes? How we gonna explain that?"

"I've thought about that." He scooted next to her. "Everyone knows I dabble in Vodou."

She snorted. "That's an understatement."

"I could simply say it was a forbidden spell that only the most accomplished Vodou practitioners can perform, and if they even dare ask where I found it… Well." He snickered as vèvès surrounded him. "I'll quickly silence them."

Tina smirked and pecked his lips. The symbols evaporated.

"As cute as ya look when you're contemplatin' murder, hon," she said, "try not to act that way round the baby. Ya know how easy babies are to scare."

Blush rose to his cheeks. "So, you think I'm cute, eh?"

"Of course." She caressed his red cheek. "I'm havin' your baby, ain't I? And for their sake, let's just hope that's all they take after ya."

Chuckling, Alastor pressed his forehead to hers. "I'm sure they'll share some of their mother's features as well. Like her luminous amethyst eyes."

She scratched between his ear-like tufts. "Or their dad's fluffy hair."

His hand rested on the small of her back, pulling her closer. "Their mother's majestic wings."

She shivered as his finger traced the bone of her bat wing. "Their dad's teeny weeny little antlers."

He sniffed her hair. "Their mother's intoxicating scent."

"Okay, this is startin' to get a little weird."

"What? We don't want our child smelling terrible."

She snorted. "You've never changed a diaper before, have ya?"

"No, but if I can clean up a murder scene without leaving evidence for the authorities, cleaning up after an infant shouldn't be too difficult."

"Oh, you." She kissed him. "You're gonna be a terrible role model for this kid."

"Hey, remember, this was your idea." His eyes glowed with a mischievous gleam. "What was it you said? 'I will bear no other child but yours?'"

The tingle between Tina's legs set her body on fire. Even without pregnancy hormones, it didn't take much for Alastor to rile her up like this.

"Don't make me change my mind," she teased.

He poked her stomach. "A little late for that, chère."

"Yeah, but you're gonna make me regret it if ya keep talkin' like that."

"Like what?"

"Ya know. Like you're gonna eat me alive."

"Oh?" He nuzzled into her neck, caressing her tummy. "I don't recall you complaining the night this little one was made."

His teeth grazed along the neck, making Tina gasp. He would always tease her with those sharp fangs, but never sink them into her flesh. Not that she would mind if he did.

"Watch it, Hannibal." She slid her hand to his thigh. "Ya don't wanna eat me the woman I'm carryin' your child."

"You're right."

Just as Tina was about to pull at his pajama pants, Alastor suddenly drew back and clapped his hands.

"Well! Best get started on breakfast! You're eating for two, after all!"

He leaped out of bed and out the door while Tina frowned. She'd come to understand that Alastor didn't experience sexual desire as much as most people, almost none. She didn't blame him for it, and respected him when he wasn't in the mood, however rarely that was. Still, the emotional whiplash of them having a heated moment that seemed like it was going to lead into something more, only for him to end it so abruptly was too much sometimes.

"Honestly," Tina grumbled as she touched her belly. "It's a miracle ya were even conceived."

In the beginning, it seemed like Tina's pregnancy was going to be no different from her first. The morning sickness, the mood swings, the hormones, the occasional headaches, backaches, constipation, and hemorrhoids.

However, it soon became clear that this pregnancy was outside the realm of normal.

First, being a demon with powers meant that mood swings didn't just involve emotional outbursts. One day, at the hotel, Angel Dust was caught snorting coke in his room. Tina, who had been vouching for his rehabilitation for so long, got so mad that not only did she shift into her demonic form, but screamed so loud that she shattered the mirror on Angel's vanity. And his hell phone. And, surprisingly, his alarm clock.

Thankfully, Alastor was able to magically put the mess back together before Charlie or Vaggie could see.

Then came the cravings. Like her husband, Tina didn't eat a lot of sugary sweets, but the baby had given her quite the hankering for them. Donuts, ice cream, funnel cake. Since Alastor could conjure food with the snap of his fingers, he had no issue fulfilling these desires, as unappetizing as they were to him.

But then the baby started craving something else. Something that Tina refused to tell her husband about.

The scent of meat had drawn her from her room. She had thought Alastor was cooking something delicious for her, but he wasn't in the kitchen. So, she followed the scent through the mansion, all the way to the door leading to the basement.

The basement where Alastor kept his personal collection of body parts. And where he butchered his victims.

In horror, Tina ran back to the kitchen to cook up some bacon. Never mind the baby wanted something dastardlier. She was not resorting to cannibalism. The little one would just have to settle for some regular meat.

As for the increased hormones, they started out with harmless flirting and propositioning. A little more than usual, but Alastor politely brushed it off. In his time, making love to a pregnant woman was unheard of, as it could result in a miscarriage. Which was why he couldn't understand why Tina wasn't fighting her impulses. He did it all the time, after all. Even during those embarrassing weeks when consuming Lilith's blood to prepare his body to conceive had temporarily affected his own hormones.

Then, one night, coming home from a business meeting, the moment Alastor walked into the living room, he was tackled by his beloved in her most beastly and, in his eyes, most impressive form. Before he could even react, she closed her mouth around his, her fangs piercing his lips. He spat out the excessive saliva that had come from the kiss.

"This is revenge for when I was in that blasted rut, isn't it?"

The enormous bat lady chirped as she nuzzled her face in the crook of his neck, her claws digging into his shoulders, making Alastor blush. Damn it, she knew he liked it when she used her claws on him too.

"Nope, nope, nope." He also shifted his form so he could pry her off, pinning her to the floor instead. "Even if I were in the mood, dear, which I'm not, you are with child. Moreover, it would be inappropriate to have my way with you when you are not fully conscious of your actions. And if you don't stop this, I'll have no choice but to lock you in a cage until you've gotten these urges out of your system."

The bat's only response was to lick his face. Alastor sighed.

"Of course. You like it when I threaten to lock you up. Sometimes, darling, I wonder which one of us has more bats in their belfry."

He yelped as he felt her claws in his behind. She released a squeak of laughter.

"Fine then. Don't say I didn't warn you."

When Tina's awareness returned, she was in a giant cage in Alastor's swamp. Lying next to her was a vibrator that was much larger than she was used to.

She shouted to the hellish wilderness, "What the fuck, Alastor?!"

Her husband materialized on the other side of the bars. "Oh, goodie. You're back to your old, unabashedly rude self."

She grabbed the bars and glared through them. "A cage? Really?"

"You were beyond reasoning." A snap of his fingers and the cage disappeared. "Be glad I was considerate enough to give you the means to take care of your…problem."

She glanced at the enormous vibrator, which was now on the ground. "Oh, shit. Don't tell me that I was—"

"Transformed into a sex-crazed beast intent on ravishing me against my will?" His grin widened. "Not so fun, is it?"

"Aw, Sweet Jesus." She ran her palm down her face.

After Alastor's reaction to Lilith's blood, Tina should've expected something like this to happen to her eventually.

"It seems the side effects of your pregnancy are taking a turn for the worse," Alastor said. "I recommend you start your maternity leave as soon as possible."

"I ain't even showin' yet," she said.

"Yes, but if you happen to have another…episode, and you attack me in the hotel lobby in front of everyone—"

"Well, maybe we should just do what helped with your little 'episodes.'"

His internal radio screeched. "That is out of the question, darling."

"Why?" She tilted her head. "When your hormones were outta whack, we were able to get 'em back to normal after doing it a few times."

"Yes, darling, but," he said, taking a step back, "this is different."

"How?"

"How?" He gestured to her stomach. "Because you're with child, of course."

"What's that gotta do with anything?"

"Well, you can't possibly expect us to make love while you're with child, do you?"

She crossed her arms. "What, ya don't find me attractive while I'm pregnant?"

"Don't be ridiculous. I simply don't want to risk harming the child."

Tina blinked as she finally processed what was going on. Ever since they'd found out about the pregnancy, he had shut down every one of her propositions. She had chalked it up to his asexuality, but now those recent, almost heated interactions had taken on a whole new meaning.

She facepalmed. "Oh my god, you are so old!"

"Well, that's uncalled for." Alastor placed his hands on his hips. "You're not exactly a spring chicken yourself, sweetheart."

"Of all the stupid… Listen, Al." She took him by the lapels. "Like I said, a lot has changed about pregnancy and childbirth since your time. That whole thing that ya can't have sex while pregnant is a myth. It ain't gonna hurt the baby."

He stared at her with wide eyes. "It won't?"

"It won't."

He glanced down at her stomach, then at her. "Oh."

"Yeah." She released him, brushing the wrinkles out of her dress. "So, it's okay if we do it."

Alastor grimaced. "Do we have to?"

"Not all the time. But I think if I ignore the hormones for too long, they're gonna bottle up into giant bat freak again."

He pointed to the vibrator. "Wasn't that sufficient?"

His attitude towards this was annoying Tina. She knew he wasn't too big on the sex thing, but his disappointment on hearing that they could still do it during her pregnancy made her wonder something.

"Wait." She narrowed her eyes. "Were you hoping to avoid sex with me for the next nine months?"

With the way she was looking at him, Alastor got the impression he'd insulted her. "It's not that I hate doing it with you, darling, but…you have to admit that it can get a bit boring if you do it too oft—"

"Boring?" She advanced on him. "You sayin' I'm boring in bed?"

"No, of course not, darling!" He stepped back, his palms raised. "It's a fact that when you do the same thing over and over again…"

Tina growled as her eyes turned black.

"And I mean anything over and over again!"

She grew in height.

"Not that anything you do in bed is—"

"Al."

"Yes?"

"Run."

The rest of the evening was spent with her chasing him through the swamp. The only thing that had stopped Alastor from transforming himself was that he was getting a kick out of how angry she was. So much so that when he was finally bored of running, he let her catch him by the throat and press him against a tree.

"How dare you imply I'm boring in bed?!" she hissed.

It was easy for her enormous claws to crush the windpipe in his slender neck. But since demons didn't need to breathe, this had no effect on him. At least, not in the lethal sense.

"It was rather careless of me, dear." Alastor grinned at her, not worried for his life in the slightest. "Care to prove me wrong?"

The bat beast blinked. "Huh?"

"What?" He stroked the claws around his neck. "Aren't chasing, choking, and death threats what sex-crazed animals like you consider foreplay?" His eyes darkened as his antlers grew. "Because in this case, mon amour, it's working."

The nice part about them living out in acres of swampland guarded by hell gators was that there was no one around to disturb them.

"What about Eartha?" Tina suggested. "Like Eartha Kitt?"

Alastor sighed. "Darling, you know I'm not as familiar with the celebrities from your time."

They were on the couch, writing a list of baby names. A lot of them were names of their favorite singers, or names from songs, as songs had influenced Tina's name and the name of her first child, Nancy.

"Remember this song?"

She mentally turned on the nearest radio, playing Eartha Kitt's "I Want To Be Evil." Back when she'd worked at Mimzy's club, Tina had sung this a lot.

"Ah, yes." Alastor chuckled. "That number of yours was one of my favorites. And yes, I think Eartha is a good one."

Tina added it to the list. "Okay, your turn."

"Hmm." He tapped his chin. "What about Giuseppe?"

She snorted. "Giuseppe?"

"Or Joe for short. After Joe Venuti, father of jazz violin."

"Ah. Good one." She scribbled it down. "If it's a girl, we could also call her Josephine, after Josephine Baker."

"Or Louis. Like Louis Armstrong."

They were both fans of that artist. "Louisa could also work."

"Maurice."

"Janet."

"Frank."

"Diana."

"Billy."

Tina put down the pencil. "Can't help but notice you're only pickin' boys' names."

"So?" He shrugged. "You've only suggested girls' names so far."

"Only to make up for the fact that every one of your names is for a boy."

"Not necessarily. Look." He pointed to the list. "Sidney is a good name for a boy or a girl."

"I'm just kinda wondering." She propped her elbow on the armrest and leaned onto her fist. "Are you expectin' a boy?"

"Is that so wrong?" Alastor said. "It's only natural for a man to want a son."

She held her stomach. "That's not exactly something we can control."

"I know, but," he said, staring wistfully up at the ceiling, "if it were a boy, I could take him out hunting, teach him how to shoot, how to skin game—"

"And if it's a girl?" Tina asked with a raised eyebrow.

He thought about it for a moment. "I'd still take her out hunting!"

"Al."

"What? I thought you were all about equal treatment."

"First of all," she said, putting her hands in her lap, "boy or girl, you are not teachin' our child to hunt."

"My father taught me to hunt."

"Yeah." She gestured to the taxidermized heads on the wall. "And look where ya ended up."

He focused on a red deer head. "It's still a useful skill."

"Uh-huh." She crossed her arms. "Considerin' what kinda game you're into, I ain't lettin' it happen."

"We're in Hell, dear," he pointed out. "At the very least, we'll have to teach our child how to defend themselves. After all, with their parentage, a lot of powerful demons will be after them."

"Okay, fine." She stuck a finger in his face. "But we're not raisin' our child to be a murderous cannibal. One of you in the family is enough."

"Oh, but darling, what's the point of that? They're already in the pit of damnation. It can't get any worse for them."

A wave of guilt hit Tina. They'd both expressed reservations in the past about bringing a child into Hell. A child who would grow up surrounded by sin and destruction. She and Alastor were already damned, but their child would never have a chance at Heaven, even if they were the best person in the world. Charlie was proof of that.

"What if we're terrible at this?" Tina muttered.

This wasn't the first time she'd brought up this insecurity. After all, she'd abandoned her first child. And Alastor's track record didn't make him the best candidate for a parent either. If social services existed in Hell, their child would be removed from their care the moment they were born.

Alastor wrapped his arm around his wife. "Do you want the child?"

She looked down at her tummy. "Yeah."

"As do I." He pulled her into an embrace. "That means our child will be loved by both of us, no matter how they turn out. Boy or girl, deer or bat, cannibal or vegan." He paused. "Well, maybe not vegan."

Tina laughed.

"The point is," he continued, "so long as we fulfill that first requirement of loving our child, we'll get through this. You will make a wonderful mother."

She snaked her arms around his neck and buried her face in his shoulder. When she didn't respond to his statement, he looked down at her.

"Err, darling, this is the part where you say I'll make a wonderful father."

"Is it?" she said.

"Yes." He narrowed his eyes. "So, why aren't you saying it?"

"I don't know." She pulled away with a smirk. "What if our child is vegan?"

His smile shrank. "Don't even joke about that."

If you decided to skip the previous fanfics, know that I'm asexual myself. And yes, Alastor is still asexual in this fic. I wrote him more on the sex-repulsed side, but still experiences some romantic feelings, which is where I am on the spectrum. The previous fics go into more detail of Alastor's struggle with physical intimacy, but by this point he and Tina do have a sexual relationship, albeit not so frequent.

This will probably only be a few chapters. I was going to make it one big one-shot, but felt it was better to break it up a little.