Page 60 of How to Accidentally Become the Devil

“It’s a boy!” Addi announces as she scoops my son from the water, lying him on my chest and making sure he’s clean and clear.

“Wahhhh” Our son screeches out his first hello to the world.

I don’t get long before a new round of contractions hits and I pass the baby off to Belz to repeat the process all over again, and again,and again.Four fucking babies! I had four fucking babies.

Maybe I am a hellhound.

I snort at the thought and Belz rushes to my side. We are back in our room at the palace now having hadfour fucking babiesAddi agreed to come to us for post-partum checks instead of keeping us in the small recovery room at the cave.

“Amice Mea,are you okay? Are you hurting? Is there anything I can do?” Belz asks, still carrying our first son Cyrus.

“For one you can give me my son, and for two you can keep your super fertile demon dick away from me for the next millennia or so.” Making grabby hands at him until he places Cyrus in my arms.

With four completely different mates, it stands to reason each of our children would be different. First came Cyrus, he is long and lanky his arms and legs almost seem too long for his tiny body. He has a full head of dark curls that lay flat and piercing blue eyes that he never seems to close as he stares at everyone almost as if he is always calculating the next move. . Even at just a few hours old, he knows what he wants. And nine times out of ten, that’s my fucking tit.

Next came Warryck. His bald head isn’t the only thing that sets him apart from his brothers; he's also the biggest. Easily eight pounds while his brothers barely grew to six. He’s big in personality too. And let me tell you, that boy has a set of pipes on him!

Fyn came shortly after. His blue eyes were so pale they were almost shocking at first and the soft short fuzz that covered his head was almost entirely black save for a shock of white in the front above his left eyebrow. He’s the smallest at five pounds eleven ounces. He’s so tiny even I fear I’ll break him if I hold him. Oz, my big softie, luckily doesn’t have the same worry as he cuddles him on the other side of the bed.

Drydan was the last. Thank hell. I love all of my babies. I do. But I would die if I had to do this again. Or hell forbid havemorebabies. Four is enough. Trust me. Baby Drydan is the second biggest, and by far the quietest. I don’t think I’ve even heard him cry. I can’t tell you how much it would mean to me to have justonebaby that doesn’t cry. He might currently be my favorite for that alone.

I am exhausted but before I can close my eyes I have one more thing to do.

“Snow,” I call out before whistling for my favorite girl.

Snow comes bounding into our room stopping short at the end of the bed staring at the bundle on my chest with curiosity.

“Come here sweet girl, we have some people we’d like you to meet.”

Snow slowly makes her way onto the bed crawling on her tummy until her snout lands just below Cyrus’s bum.

“This is Cyrus, Snow.” I pat her head as she sniffs Cyrus before giving him the smallest of licks on the top of his head. She looks to where Oz has Drydan cuddled on the other side of the bed and then back to me almost as if to ask “another one?”

“Yeah I know girl, I was as shocked as you! I had four babies! Can you believe it four fucking babies atonetime”

She rolls her eyes at me before turning and hopping off the bed.

Guess she’s not impressed.

Once she leaves the room, Fireball comes running in to check on us. He pulls up short when he sees all the tiny demons then backs out of the room. We really have a full house now. Six hellhounds, five full grown demons, and four mini demons.

It’s going to make for a life filled with noise and laughter, but as I look around at my precious sleeping bundles, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Four more months later

“Warryck do not pull Jerry’s tail! I swear I’m gonna let him bite you one of these days!” Zeph shouts as he chases the boys and their pups across the courtyard.

Little did I know not only do demon pregnancies move faster than average but so does their aging. Now at a little over four months old I would compare them more to a one year old human or maybe even closer to eighteen months. The hellhound puppies also grew fast, they seem to be well into that one year old puppy phase at this point.

With four babies and four puppies they all naturally paired off. Snow had three boys, Jerry, Lee and Lewis, and one girl we named Frosty. Jerry and Cy paired off first and with Ryk and Lee being the little instigators that they are, they make a great team to terrorize Cy by ruining all of his best laid plans. Lewis and Drydan are quite the dynamic duo as well, always sneaking around and scaring anyone who happens upon their hiding place. Fyn is absolutely besotted with Frosty and it helps that she is more his pace. While his brothers can most often be found running about and causing trouble, Fyn prefers a slower life. Often lounging in the sun with Frosty acting as a pillow while they nap away their afternoons.

“Where are my grandbabies?” Mom calls from behind me as she walks into the courtyard with my dad. I’ve missed them so much, but I have to say they do look happy.

Cy tottles by chasing after Lee, no doubt seeking retribution for what Ryk did to his hound. I scoop him up and chuckle.

“Daddy will take care of it. We don’t practicean eye for an eyein this home, mister.”

“Oh my! Look at that cutie! Can I hold him?” Mom practically begs.

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