Alastor's Fading Static Hatred (Radiodust mpreg)

Chapter Four: Pregnancy Test...?

~Angel Dust's point of view~

"Alastor, I just need a moment to get my shit together. I need to get up, can you get off of me?" I asked, unwrapping my arms from around him. Al got off of me, looking extremely confused(which was adorable, by the way) and I stood up before racing down the stairs.

Al followed for a short while, cuddled up in one of my pink hoodies(which was adorable too) before giving up and letting me leave the hotel.

I told Charlie that I was going out for groceries and admitted that I was retrieving my drugs and she let me take one of the smaller cars to help me carry the groceries. Alastor watched me from the stairs as I tumbled down the stairs to the garage, waving goodbye and blowing a kiss to him. I got in the car and turned the key in the ignition before steering out of the garage and down several streets to the Wrong Dead(hell's version of Rite Aid) as fast as I possibly could without dying.

I flew out the window of my car and raced into the drug store, skidding to a stop in front of the pregnancy tests. I picked up five before going off to pick up some strawberry milk and ice cream for me and some spicy Cheetos for Al.

I left a handful of pennies on the unmanned counter before putting it all in a plastic bag and attacking the drug vending machine for my drugs. I got back in the car, stowing my drugs in my pocket before speeding back to the hotel. Al was sitting at the bar, chatting quietly with Husk and...Sir Pentious? Pentious seemed happy to be talking to Alastor without getting beat up and Alastor didn't seem to mind Pentious's presence at all.

I walked up before awkwardly sitting next to Alastor and getting out my strawberry milk to sip.

"Oh, hi, darling!!" Al greeted me happily, causing me to almost spit take. Almost. I swallowed my milk, doing my best to make sure it didn't come out my extremely flat nose with shock over his cheerfulness.

"Hi, Strawberry. I see you've officially met Tinkertoys over there." I said, smiling back at him after clearing my throat and recomposing myself.

"Yes, I have. Sir and I have been talking about our era. I told him that I would be happy to help him find a flexible enough corset for him to slither in while feeling happy with what he was wearing, because as you know, the only way he can travel without a cart of some sort is to slither." Al happily rambled. I grinned. This was good. He seemed to have gotten out of his depressed mood.

"That sounds like a fun idea for you guys. Listen, Al, after Sir leaves, you and I are gonna need to talk. Upstairs. Just us. Okay?" I said, holding his face in my hands.

"O-okay...? Why?" Al asked, concerned as he eyed my nervous tapping of my fingers on the bar.

"Doll, that's between me and my dic- I MEAN STRESS- right now." I said, sighing as I continued to sip my milk. Al took the milk from me and took a sip all of a sudden. I stared at him as he happily drank my milk, confused as all shit. Normally he prefers spicy or bitter food, so what is this behavior???

I shook my head to clear that thought before wandering upstairs to his small apartment space to put the food away. I took a better look at Al's apartment now that he wasn't here.

It had a sense of home to it, more than the hotel did, and the aura of the apartment was soft and warm, smelling like Alastor and food from New Orleans. I liked that.

Some old radio broadcasting equipment was set up on and around a beautiful black grand piano and there was a lot of music scattered around the piano. A record player sat in one of the corners on a side table, next to the old-fashioned couch and lazy chair. The kitchen was small and didn't have most of the newer kitchen appliances in it. It just had a stove that you had to light manually and a fridge that was kinda old too, compared to the fridge downstairs in the kitchen. But Al's small kitchen had plenty of counter space and all the different utensils for cooking. A small dining table sat up against the wall with two chairs pushed in on either side.

I put the ice cream in the fridge and the hot Cheetos on the table and the pregnancy tests on his bathroom counter before sitting my ass down on the couch to twiddle my thumbs and take long disbelieving looks at the bathroom counter, which was in full view with the bathroom door open.

Al came up shortly later, stating that Sir left as he sat next to me on the couch.

"What's got your pantyhose in a twist, Angel?" Al asked, his eyebrows crinkling.

"Alastor, I want you to at least try a pregnancy test. Please." I begged halfheartedly. He looked a little bit pissed off at that request, causing me to look down with embarrassment.

"Me? Take a pregnancy test? Men can't get pregnant and sinners!!They can't carry children to term!! They'll have a miscarriage!! Charlie was pure fucking luck for Lucifer and his wife!!" Alastor ranted angrily, gracefully melting to his feet to face me to yell at me.

"This is hell, sweetie. You know you can get pregnant when you're ruttin'. It's a known fact among deer demons. We had sex while you were ruttin' and then your cycle stopped suddenly and then you started vomitin' into the toilet every mornin'. It's the only thing that makes sense." I said, trying to calm him down again.

"But I can't have a baby!!" Al said hysterically, tears appearing in the corners of his eyes. "I won't be able to carry to term if I do!" I glanced at his hands.

They were clenched into fists and there was the glow of energy surrounding his hands as they shook slightly. That was an indication that he actually wanted children but was too concerned about their health.

Then I realized something.

Valentino.

Holy shit.

How could I forget the Essence of Fertility that he makes now and then to stabilize the sinners he gets knocked up?

Maybe...just maybe... I can get Cherry to help me get some from him and the instructions for how to use it.

"Alastor. Alastor. Please listen to me and don't ruin your beautiful apartment. I just remembered that Valentino makes something that can stabilize pregnant sinners so they can carry to term. If you are in fact pregnant, maybe I can get Charlie, Vaggie, Sir, and Cherry to help me get some from him to help you keep the hypothetical baby."

A spark of hope entered Alastor's scarlet eyes and he looked torn. "R-really...? Do you think you can do it? Steal from Valentino, I mean, if I am pregnant?" Alastor asked, almost desperately. I shrugged.

"Vox and I are actually gettin' along and Vox is stronger than Valentino, so maybe I could recruit him?" I suggested, reaching out and gently taking Alastor's pretty little hands. "Can you take a pregnancy test, please?" I pleaded with him.

Alastor bent over to put his forehead on mine and I cupped his cheek, closing my eyes. I felt something wet on my cheeks, causing me to open my eyes again to find Alastor crying softly.

I pulled him into my lap, rocking him slightly as I whispered softly to him that everything would be alright.

"Okay." Alastor said hoarsely.

"Okay?" I asked, too wrapped up in "protecting" him and comforting him to remember what he was agreeing to.

"I-I'll take a pregnancy test. I'll do it. I need to pee anyway." Al got off of me.

"I left five in the bathroom for you, if you want to be precise about it, like you always are." I said weakly. "Do you know how to use one?"

Al nodded. "Yes, I do." He replied before disappearing behind the bathroom door.