A Little Hazbin 3: Rise of the Nephilim Ch. 05
Charlie manages to nudge the door open to Celest's room and she and her wife carries their unconscious daughter to the bed.
"Not gonna lie," the Acting Queen huffs as they lay Celest down. "This was much more adorable when she was small."
"Yeah," the Fallen Angel agreed. "Never thought we'd be doing this after she grew up," she looks down to see the stuffed Looloo doll and picks it up to set it in her daughter's arms at which the Not-so-Little Hazbin instinctively cuddles it. The mother smiles at the action. "Doesn't mean it can't be adorable."
"Yeah," Charlie then pulls the covers over their daughter and lightly kisses her forehead and Vaggie does the same before the couple make their way out of that room and into their own.
Vaggie walks over to their closet and takes out a change of shirt. "You know, when we woke up one morning and we magically had a kid, after the shock wore off I thought, at least she came to us a five year old and won't have to deal with the not fun stuff," she removes her current shirt and looks at the puke stain. "Like spit up," the grey woman tosses the shirt away and puts on a new one.
"At least we still didn't have to deal with diapers," the Hotel Owner chuckles.
"Don't even joke about that!" Vaggie's outburst seemed to have worsened her wife's giggle fit and she soon found herself joining in.
Once the laughter died down, Vaggie walks over to the bed and sat down. "Her first drink."
"Vaggie?"
"We missed her first drink. I know that this is happening faster than what we wanted but I always thought that once she was ready I would take her to the bar myself and buy her first drink."
The Acting Queen gives her wife a sad smile while taking a seat next to her. "I'm sorry Vaggie," and leans into her. "I'm a little upset too. But you know us getting Celest in general was fast. Way too fast. Neither of us were ready. There will be other firsts and because we missed this one we'll cherish the others even more. Her first time out driving, her first job."
Vaggie raises her head, revealing a smirk on her face. "Her first hangover."
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Next Morning
"Ah!" Celest lets out as searing light wakes her up followed by a booming voice.
"Rise and shine, Honey!" Vaggie walks over to her daughter's bed and snatches away the covers the Grown Celest was using to shield her eyes from the light.
"Not so loud," Celest mumbles as she sits up. "Why does everything hurt?"
"For one, I'm not loud. I'm talking normally. And Two, it's called a hangover, Celest. It's something that happens when someone cannot control themselves drinking," the Fallen Angel makes some gestures with her hands. "That rising bubbling feeling the drinks give you will eventually smack you in the face!" and claps her hands right in front of her daughter's face.
"Ah! Who invented such torture?"
Vaggie walks over to where the pile of clothes from the other day had remained. "Some say your grandfather, others say it was Bee. In Heaven we were it was the Big Guy himself to teach people to be weary of indulging ourselves too much. Weren't you the one you ran off and decided that because you look like an adult you can just be an adult. Well just like as a kid, doing stupid adult stuff has stupid adult consequences. Now then," she throws a set of clothes at Celest. "Get ready! We'll be leaving soon," and goes to leave.
"Okay," Celest picks up at the choice of wear and picks one thing up. "Hey, Mama! Can I get a different top underwear."
"Top underwear?" Vaggie turns. "What are you…" and stops once she saw what her daughter was holding.
"This one didn't fit yesterday."
"That's a bra," the Fallen Angel walks up to her and takes the article. "My bra," holds it up to herself and then looks back at her daughter. It was then that she noticed the difference in size between herself and the Not-so-Little Hazbin.
"Mama?" Celest tilts her head. "Is something wrong?"
"No, Honey. Everything is fine. I'll go see if we have something else for you," with that, the mother finally leaves the room and goes over to hers and Charlie's.
"Hey, Vaggie. How'd it—" what Charlie was about to say is halted as her wife shoves a bra into her chest.
"She definitely takes after your side" she then goes over to dig through a drawer where Charlie keeps her bras.
The Acting Queen just blinks while watching her wife grabbing a bra before storming out. She then holds the bra up to herself, still confused as to what just went on.