I really don't have much to say this time. Mostly fun and fluff with a dash of angst.

There's also gonna be a second part that covers the rest of their time as kids.

Enjoy~

Day: One

"It's going to be a long month." Carmilla sighed.

"Indeed." Zestial agreed as he lowered his arms, allowing Carmilla to stand on her own feet once again. The instant she was out of his hold, she made a beeline for the sound of the crash. Zestial followed close behind.

From the scene before them, it was apparent that the girls had just barely started their tour of the house. Odette, Clara, and Vaggie all stood around the remnants of a large potted plant that once decorated the entryway.

Taking note of her mother's presence Clara wasted no time pointing an accusatory finger at her sister. "Odie did it!"

"Liar! It was you!"

"Nuh-uh! Prove it!"

Carmilla pinched the bridge of her nose as she gazed upon the broken vase. While she was grateful that no one was hurt, that vase had been specially crafted from a soul she'd owned. One that no longer existed. Not to mention the plant itself was a rare species from the Sloth Ring that required very delicate handling.

"Mijas. That's enough." The bickering pair fell silent at the barely concealed exasperation in her voice.

Until they returned to normal, rules needed to be set in place. Not only to protect the children themselves, but also for her own sanity. She may have managed to raise her daughters once, but things were far different now.

"Alright. I'm calling a family meeting. Everyone to the living room, please."

Clara's eyes locked onto Odette for a moment before shifting to Vaggie. A wide mischievous smile spread across Clara's face. "Race you to the couch!"

Odette (who anticipated Clara's plan) took off right behind her sister; the pair leaving a confused Vaggie behind.

It didn't take the fallen angel long to recover though. Spreading her wings she shot into the air, giggling as she easily soared past the other two.

Carmilla watched fondly as the trio disappeared around the corner.

"Art children of this age always so lively?"

To anyone else, the Spider Overlord would appear calm and relaxed. Because of the bond they shared, though, Carmilla was able to read him just as easily as he could her.

And right now, he radiated uncertainty and unease.

Very rarely did they speak of their time as humans. But one particular night after reminiscing about her daughters' childhoods Zestial confided that he'd never truly had any experience with children. Nearly his entire mortality was spent focusing on his mercenary work for the king of his era.

"Normally, yes." Carmilla shifted her attention back to the taller form of her lover. Reaching out, she placed her hand against his arm. "I will understand if this is too much for you."

"They art merely children. Certainly, their tending shan't require great effort." Zestial gave a small shrug. Green eyes widened slightly as he realized how dismissive and mannerless his words were. "I implore thee, take no offense. I doth not wish to undermine the effort thou hast already-"

"Amor. It's fine." Carmilla chuckled. "However, if you think this is going to be easy... Well. You're in for a surprise."

Day: Two

So maybe his first assessment was incorrect.

Parenting was turning out to be much harder than he anticipated. Honestly, he'd truly underestimated how much effort and patience it required to raise a single child. Let alone three.

Although he offered his assistance in any way he could, the trio solely sought out Carmilla. Even for simple tasks that he was most capable of handling.

Like the situation he currently found himself in.

Clara requested juice. Seeing how his beloved was busy tending to their other two children, the Spider Demon made his way to the kitchen with Clara in toe. With a wave of his hand a blue cup materialized on the counter. Retrieving the juice from the fridge, he poured the cup two thirds of the way full before handing it to Clara.

The young one just stared at his offering as if it were poisoned.

"I don't want that cup."

"Pardon?"

"It's blue."

"Yes?"

"It's going to taste different, now."

There was only one brand of juice in the refrigerator. A special blend of apples and other fruits that one of Carmilla's underlings delivered this morning. There was absolutely no reason it would taste any different than before. "I assure thee, 'tis the same juice."

"It's not."

The pair found themselves at a complete standstill. Zestial remained in his position, holding the blue cup out to Clara. In turn Clara held his gaze, completely ignoring the cup he offered.

After a few minutes, Carmilla entered the kitchen. She brushed past him, taking the cup in his hand without a word. Removing a green cup from the cabinet, she poured the same juice from the blue cup to the green. Returning to them, she held the cup out to Clara.

He opened his mouth to warn her that the child wouldn't take it, but before he could utter a word Clara swiped the cup from her mother's hand.

Zestial watched in utter disbelief as the white curly hair of head happily bobbed away.

"For what reason- That beverage 'twas identical!" Zestial said, completely baffled by the absolute ridiculousness of the situation.

"It's better not to ask, Amor." Carmilla shrugged patting her lover's back. "It's just how children are."

Day: Four

"Filth like you has no place in Heaven."

Vaggie's eye snapped open as she sat up in her bed, breathing rapidly. A sudden pressure on her shoulder caught her attention. Her heart skipped a beat at the dark figure sitting beside her. Its arm reached out, grasping her shoulder. Panic took control as she recognized the black and white.

It was the monster from her nightmares.

"Stay away from me!" She cried out. With one quick motion she pushed its hand away and threw the large thick blanket over her head. Squeezing her eye shut, she curled into a ball, trying to protect herself.

"Vaggie?"

Unlike the horrible voice that haunted her dreams, this one was different. This one was soft and caring. Familiar, even.

Slowly, the silver-haired girl pulled the blanket down, just enough to peek out. To her surprise, the monster wasn't there. Instead, in its place she found her temporary mother. Red eyes, full of concern, pierced through the darkness.

"Vaggie?" Tears streamed down Vaggie's cheek as she threw herself at Carmilla. Burying her face against her chest, the child sobbed.

"You're safe, Angelita. It was just a bad dream." Carmilla soothed. Gently, she began rocking back and forth, humming a soft tune. The hand that didn't hold the girl tightly rubbed comforting circles around her lower back.

Vaggie wasn't sure how long they stayed like that, but eventually her cries slowed until all that was left were sniffles. Finally, she pulled back.

"W-will you stay with me tonight?" The Fallen's tired voice was soft as she stared down at her hands.

It was stupid of her to ask. After all, unlike Clara and Odette, she wasn't Carmilla's real daughter. The last thing the woman would want to do is stay with her.

"Of course, mijita."

Vaggie's eye widened in surprise. A warm feeling washed over her, banishing any negativity that remained from her nightmare.

The child scooted over to make room. Carmilla laid down, expecting the child to lay beside her. Instead, Vaggie settled herself mostly on top of her. The girl wound her small arms around her neck as she tucked her head under the Overlord's chin. Carmilla chuckled as she returned the comforting hand to the girl's back.

Vaggie's heavy eyelid drifted closed as the hummed melody began again.

This time, the dreams that followed were filled with comfort and joy.

Day: Seven

"Uh- hi." Charlie waved awkwardly as Carmilla opened the front door of her home. "I know you haven't texted us that you need anything, but I had some free time away from the hotel today and I wanted to stop by and see how everything was going!"

Carmilla raised an eyebrow at the large box held in the princess's grasp.

"What she means is 'we brought gifts'." The figure beside her spoke up, catching her attention. Rosie stood beside the princess of Hell. A red woven basket hung from the bend of her elbow. "Come now, 'Milla. Are you going to make us stand out here all day?"

"Of course not. I'm sorry. Come in." Recovering from the surprise of their unexpected visit, Carmilla stepped to the side opening the door for the pair to enter.

"How's everything going?" Charlie questioned as she looked around the Overlord's home.

Carmilla motioned for the women to follow as she made her way into the kitchen. "Fairly well. The girls get along, which makes this whole situation a lot smoother."

"I'm sorry if we're intruding." The blonde apologized as she placed the box on the white marble counter.

"I'm not." Rosie sang out with a dismissive wave of her hand. "I'm certainly not going to pass up the chance to see my darling nieces as children!"

Carmilla rolled her eyes, unfazed by the cannibal's brassy behavior. "It's alright, Charlotte."

"Oh, here." The Princess pushed the large box towards her. "Dad still feels really bad, so he made some toys to help keep them entertained."

"And I brought clothes." The Darling Demon added as she showed off the basket. "The girls can't run around in the same clothes for a month!"

"We're hoping it doesn't last that long."

"Like my first husband always said: you can never be too prepared! Where are the little darlings anyway?"

"Upstairs with Zestial. There's some business that required my attention."

"Mama?" Vaggie ran through the doorway a moment later. She closed the distance between her and her temporary mother with a pleading look in her eye. "Can we have some snacks for the-" The girl paused, finally noticing the other two women in the room. "Are you here to watch the puppet show, too?"

"Puppet show?"

"Yeah! Papa said Mama can't handle us anymore!" Vaggie said proudly. That was, in fact, not what was said. She simply needed to make some calls and asked Zestial to keep the girls' attention long enough for her to handle the business. "So, Papa's going to put on a puppet show for us! He's really good at it too! He makes them move without even touching them!"

"I- um."

"Of course she would!" Rosie laughed as she pushed Charlie towards Vaggie. The silver-haired child took her hand and pulled her out of the kitchen.

As soon as the pair was out of sight, solid black eyes softened as they met red. "How are you really holding up?"

"I'm fine, Rosie. Really." Carmilla assured. Rosie only raised an eyebrow, trying to decipher if she was lying or not. Ultimately, the cannibal decided to take her word for it. After all, the weapons dealer had one of the best composures in Pride.

"How about the Big Web?"

"Zestial? Well, he's been a blessing. I don't know if I'd be able to do this without his help."

"Well, that's good. It's nice to see you've picked up another daughter as well." Rosie grinned. "Don't think I missed the way Charlie's little girlfriend called you 'mama'."

"She's just a child. Once the potion wears off, I doubt I'll ever see her again." Carmilla disagreed.

Since her nightmare on the second night, Vaggie had started actively calling her 'Mama'. However, she was still only a child. Certainly, once the potion's effect dissipated, and she returned to her adult form, their relationship would return to what it was. There would be no reason for her to continue to seek out Carmilla. After all, the ex-exorcist had her own life to return to at The Hotel.

"I wouldn't be so sure, Milla." The Darling Overlord smiled, putting her sharp teeth on full display. "I think she's going to stick around."

"Mama! Vaggie forgot the snacks! Can you bring them?" Clara's voice shouted down the hallway, interrupting the pair. "Oh! And bring Aunt Rosie, too!"

Day: Nine

"Unicorse, what's your favorite food?" The blue dog asked.

The unicorn looking hand puppet touched its forehead to the dog's as it whispered its response. "Children."

"Oooh."

Zestial tilted his head as he watched the colorful scene play out. Draven, who'd gone to Earth personally, assured him that the television series he'd procured were the highest quality for children.

However, eating children definitely wasn't something he considered 'child friendly'.

Perhaps he was overthinking it. It was only natural that customs and trends would change so much since the last time he walked amongst the humans.

Deciding not to ponder on a simple cartoon any longer, Zestial let his gaze wander around the room to the slumbering forms of the women who held his entire undead heart.

Odette occupied the small space on the stuffed chair beside him. The blonde was curled up against him wrapped in a blue fuzzy blanket. Her glasses were long removed, safely placed on the end table beside him. The stuffed bear (that Lucifer had graciously given them) held tightly against her chest.

The large couch to his right was occupied by the remaining three.

Carmilla lay on her stomach, one arm folded under the pillow that her head rested on. Her remaining arm was loosely thrown around Vaggie's small form, keeping the girl from slipping off the couch. Clara laid stretched out across her mother's back. Her right hand was thrown across her eyes. Due to her position the child's left leg dangled down Carmilla's side.

He felt the familiar warmth spread throughout him as green eyes settled on Carmilla's face. Yet, with the warmth came the nagging feeling of concern.

Carmilla tried to play it off like she was fine, but he knew better.

Not only had she been taking care of the girls, but there were growing issues within her company that also required her attention.

One such affair occurred last night. As they were getting ready to retire to bed, Carmilla's phone rang. In an attempt to respect her privacy, he moved into the bathroom to wash up. Upon reemerging from the bathroom (minutes later) he found her changing into her normal attire. Before he could even utter a word, she explained the situation.

A foolish group of sinners attempted to break into the warehouse located at the furthest end of her territory. While the guards were able to subdue the thieves, there were matters that still required her attention. Carmilla left early into the night and only returned a mere minutes before their first child awoke.

He offered to prepare breakfast, so she might get a small amount of sleep, but Odette had wandered downstairs practically demanding Carmilla to make her 'special pancakes'. Unable to deny the request, Carmilla left for the kitchen.

As the morning progressed, he continued to try to find a way for Carmilla to rest. Yet, every attempt he made was unknowingly thwarted by their daughters' need for her attention. She continued on, taking care of them without complaint.

However, he could see the evident exhaustion in her red eyes as the day progressed. He refused to let her run herself into the ground. After all, it was his duty to care for her. Whether she wanted it or not.

The idea of a movie night came to him after lunch. This plan would surely keep the children entertained and allow Carmilla the rest she deserved.

He smiled to himself, as he gazed upon her sleeping form, pleased that his plan had worked.

Day: Eleven

"Papa, when's Mama coming home?" Clara asked, lifting her attention from her coloring book.

"She'll be home later, lambkin." Zestial assured, for the tenth time in the last hour.

Carmilla's presence was required at her office. Though he wasn't entirely certain of all the details, he knew it pertained to a rather important meeting that she absolutely couldn't move. Due to the nature of her work, she wasn't able to provide an accurate time she'd be home.

After feeding the children breakfast, the four moved into the living room. Zestial turned the television on for Vaggie and Clara who sat at the table with crayons and coloring books spread in front of them. Odette sat beside him, reading through a book she picked from her shelf.

"I don't want to color anymore." Clara announced as she pushed the crayons away from her.

"What doth thou want to do?" He asked. Out of the three, Clara's attention span was the shortest. It was a wonder that the coloring pages managed to occupy her for as long as they had.

Vaggie perked up from her own spot at the table. "Oh! I know! Let's race!"

"No." Clara said instantly. She gave her adopted sister a flat look. "You cheat."

"How?"

"Flying is cheating."

"Too bad we don't have go-carts." Odette mentioned from her position beside the Overlord.

"Go-carts?" The Spider Demon tilted his head unsure of the phrase.

"Yeah, like on the one in my book!" Odette flipped through the pages furiously, trying to find the one she wanted. She smiled excitedly as she pointed to the picture on the page.

"Hm." Zestial examined the small car like picture. He could easily acquire small vehicles for the girls to use. However, Carmilla absolutely refused to let them leave the house. And any vehicle he did manage to find, no matter how small, wouldn't fit inside the Carmine home without doing some form of internal damage.

Certainly, he could find something similar?

Bringing in any sort of animal was out of the question. Carmilla made her stance on animals perfectly clear. And he definitely wasn't going to test her patience. But still, there had to be something he could find.

Something that could carry the weight of the children. Something that was dexterous enough to avoid the furniture and items inside Carmilla's house (The last thing he wanted was for her to come home to find her possessions destroyed).

Something like... a spider.

"I hast an idea." Rising to his feet he moved into the open space beside the couch.

A dark shadow appeared on the floor. He watched as three tarantulas rose from the shadows. These particular spiders were large enough that the girls would be able to comfortably sit atop them. Settled on their backs were small saddles. A set of leather reins weaved around his spiders.

The girls bounced with joy as they stared at the creatures.

"Whilst thine mother frowns upon animals, she has made no mention of my arachnids." Zestial grinned. Truly, this was the solution to all his problems. This ensured that none of the girls held any sort of advantage over the other.

The Eldest Overlord lifted the girls, placing them on top of their chosen champions. He secured them in the saddles. Once he was content that there was no risk of them falling from their positions, he took a step back.

Three eyes stared at him excitedly as he raised a hand into the air.

"Let the race begin!"

Carmilla could do nothing but stare at the scene before her. She wasn't entirely sure what she expected to come home to. Many different scenarios ran through her mind the whole time she was gone.

But this?

This definitely wasn't one of them.

Three very large spiders skittered quickly around the ceiling of the living room. Atop each spider, sat one of her daughters. Laughing, shouting, and squeals filled the room as they continued on, completely ignoring her entrance.

Zestial appeared beside her a pleased grin spread across his face. She raised an eyebrow as she turned to him, trying (and failing) to keep the grin from forming. "This is what you chose to do today?"

"Indeed."