Chapter 40- Asmodeus
It’s been about six months now since the birth, and things finally seemed to settle down and work itself out.
Felicity is finally sleeping through the night daily.
We put her in the bedroom next to us for now, a monitor in our room.
She’s learned to sit up, roll and try to crawl, but not quite there yet.
She babbles and talks quite a bit, it’s the cutest thing.
I make sure to involve her in conversations, and the way she lights up melts my heart.
We started giving her real food to go along with breast milk and I never realized how messy babies were.
I looked at the food choices in the grocery stores, and I was not impressed with what these companies make for babies when nutrition is vital.
I’ve started making all her own baby food including pureed yogurt treats and frozen pops and fruit since she has started teething.
“Okay baby girl, you ready? Here comes the train, choo choo,” I coo at her as I have a spoonful of pureed carrots on a spoon. I have been trying different vegetables and fruit, trying to figure out which ones she likes the most.
She opens her mouth, I put the spoon in and she closes her mouth, swallowing. “Good girl, how did that taste?” She blows raspberries, pureed carrots flying everywhere from what she didn’t swallow. Her finger goes into her mouth, gnawing on her finger.
I grab another spoonful to feed her as Blair is laughing behind me while she’s making dinner. “Open sweet girl! Nom, nom, nom.” Moving the spoon closer to her, her mouth opening for the food, eating the entire spoonful, smacking the tray with her tiny, chubby hands.
Blair has made fun of me and joked about how domestic I am.
Yeah, she’s right. Just because I’m a demon, doesn’t mean I can’t be devoted and take care of the people I love.
Felicity and Blair deserve the best homemade fresh food, and I know they appreciate it.
I’ve stepped up my cooking game and skills to provide the best for both of them.
We usually feed her while I am cooking and then Felicity will sit in her high chair as we eat dinner.
Every day I will give Blair some time to herself, and will strap Felicity into the baby harness and wear her on my chest as we work in the garage together.
I talk to her about what I’m doing to the car and what needs to be done.
She talks back as if she knows exactly what I’m talking about.
Blair has caught us a few times and takes sneaky pictures of our time together.
Hopefully as she gets older, she will still enjoy coming out here with me and showing interest in fixing cars.
Her hair has finally started growing, and looks like she will have curly hair like her mother, but it’s blonde instead of lavender.
She has the cutest little tail that she loves to grab and stick in her mouth.
I know once she gets her teeth she hopefully won’t gnaw on it, I don’t need her hurting herself.
Ever since she has started teething, she has been very grumpy and difficult to get to sleep.
I have looked up everything I possibly can to help her with the pain.
She’s currently getting her two front teeth in, and boy are they sharp!
I don’t know how Blair does it, and lets her still breastfeed.
We have learned that my come helps with the pain.
I can even rub it on her tender breasts and nipples and it will dull the pain for her.
Everyone was right and the newborn stage happened way too fast. She’s already learning a lot and growing way too fast than I would like.
I want her to stay tiny and sleep in my arms all day.
Thinking about her being born only six months ago, brings tears to my eyes.
Before we know it it will be her first birthday.
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I come into the house with Felicity strapped to my chest. We were outside in the chilly December air, getting ready for winter. Suddenly I hear crying from the second floor. I head up the stairs looking for my mate.
“Blair?” I call out to her.
“Here, in the loft,” she calls back, her voice choked up and hoarse.
“Is everything okay?” Concern for my mate riding me hard. The need to fix what’s wrong is guiding me towards her. Felicity coos at her mom as we get close.
I rub her back, trying to comfort her as she finally calms down. “I was reading another one of my mothers journals and I was not expecting that truth bomb to happen. I don’t know how I feel about what I just read,” she whispered, her eyes puffy and red from crying.
“Can I read it?” I ask. She nods and hands me the leather bound journal.
Blair was born on august 3rd. Labor wasn’t too strenuous and only lasted fifteen hours. It took about three months for her eye color and hair color to come in fully, they looked exactly like mine. Which meant she was a clairvoyant and could have the same powers I did.
My alarms went off in my head that my daughter was in danger. I didn’t want anything to happen to her or someone take advantage of her. I remember when I was 3 and I started seeing the supernatural and how I attracted their attention. I didn’t want the same fate for her.
There was a witch nearby that could help me with a spell.
I wanted her to be as human as possible so I decided to repress her magic.
Brian didn’t know about any of this. I was unsure if he even knew about my powers.
The spell suppressed her clairvoyant powers until she met her one true love, breaking the spell.
This could guarantee that she was never used or taken advantage of because of her magic.
I hope Brian and Blair can forgive me for my actions.
As a mother, I’m only doing what’s best for my daughter.
I reread the passage a couple times, making sure I got all the details correct. She never knew her mother was clairvoyant because of the situation she was in. She suppressed her powers with a spell that only broke with love. She did everything to try and make sure she was safe.
I bet the hellhound could smell her powers and that was one of the reasons it was attracted to her scent.
It makes sense now that when she first laid eyes on me she could see my true form and why my glamour did not work on her.
I should have known from the start she was my fated mate, but I didn’t want to assume anything.
“I’m sorry Blair. This is a lot. You weren’t wrong on it being a truth bomb. Everything is starting to make sense now.” My mind reeling with the past and how everything lined up. “Is there anything I can do for you mate?” I ask her, knowing she is having a rough time right now.
She shrugs her shoulders. “Maybe some hugs and cuddles please,” she whispers, vulnerability and hurt lacing her tone.
“Come on, let’s go cuddle in bed together as a family.
” I give her my hand to take, hoisting her out of the chair as we walk hand in hand to the bedroom.
She lays down as I unstrap Felicity from the baby harness and hand her over.
They snuggle up with each other as I get behind Blair, wrapping her in my arms as she scoots back against my warmth.
I lay there as both my girls fall into a gentle sleep, their eyelashes fluttering as they dream.
“I’ve got you,” I whisper, as I vow my life and soul to always protect them and never let them go. They are mine.