Calesti POV.
“Nu bath, I’m clean,” I whine looking at aunty Athena for help, maybe she can save me from meanie daddy who wants to wash me.
“I think all littles hate the water brother,” aunty says with a chuckle, but I only whine, I don’t care, no want to bath.
“She can hate it all she wants, she’s going in,” daddy says from the bathroom in his room, his room is so big, that it includes his own bathroom and a small seating set.
“I can get you some bath toys, the kittens got tone of those,” Aunty suggests, leaving the room, no amount of toys would get me to get in the bath, I don’t want to.
“Brother,” Trent says coming inside our room without knocking, where are any of the oranges or balls or anything that I could throw at him.
“Don’t even think about it,” daddy Damon warns me in my ear, I only nod, fine, I won’t do it!
“Trent, knock or get your ass kicked,” he threaten him, I smiled at that, way to go daddy!
“Fine, why is she screaming? Lucifer could hear her in his throne room,” he says, but I knew my voice wasn’t that loud, Lucifer couldn’t hear me out in his throne room, it’s too far away for him to hear anything.
“We’re having a small bath conversation,” daddy answers him, yeah, it’s none of his business.
“Just use a hose,” Trent says I hissed at him, he can’t use a hose on me, not fair!
“Go away Trent,” Damon says kicking him out, yeyy! Once he left the room I stuck my tongue out at his leaving back, I wanted to give him the middle finger but was worried he’d punish me for that.
“I’m back, Trent was here? Did you hear? Lucifer ordered everyone in his kingdom to take a shower,” aunty Athena says, but I wasn’t sure if she was for real or making fun of me.
“You don’t want Lucy to be mad at you, do you?” daddy asks me, I was afraid of Lucy, I only nod, I don’t want him to be mad at me.
“You bath too?” I ask him if Lucy said everyone need to bathe, that includes him.
“Yes, I will, after I get you to bed,” he says, but that means he got to leave me, he can’t leave me, even if I’m asleep, tears started to fill my eyes, he can’t do that.
“She’s crying Damon,” aunty says looking at me, it’s not my fault, it’s his.
“She tends to do that,” Damon answers her, picking me up in his arms, bouncing me around, I could hear him whisper something to my aunty, but I ignored him whining.
“How about I take a bath right now?” he asks me instead, if we both bathe now, then we can sleep at the same time and he’ll have to stay with me.
“Mhm, with me,” I say holding him tighter now, I want to stay with him the whole time.
“Fine baby, fine,” he says agreeing with me, I heart Aunty Athena giggle at us, but not fair.
“Go away, go call your nightmare,” he says, but what nightmare does she have to call? Hell is weird.
“Fine, but she got you wrapped around her small finger,” she says before finally leaving the room, we went toward the bathroom, with toys filling the tub. He stripped me of my clothes, and then started to take his clothes off, staying in his shorts, he placed me in the tub first, but I whined waiting for him to join.
He sat in the tub behind me allowing me to lean against him, I played with my new toys while he got busy cleaning my hair and body, I’ve spent the whole afternoon playing wrestling with Tena. I got bored with my toys and decided to help him clean up, turning to him, and rubbing his head with the soap, cleaning him up.
“Thank you, baby, I think I’m clean now,” he says rinsing his head, standing up from the tub, getting a towel and wrapping it around me and then getting another one for him.
“You want some warm milk?” he asks me getting me ready to sleep, and putting me in some jammies.
“Mhm,” I say, I like my milk bottles, they do help me sleep.
“You stay with me?” I ask him, and he nods and gets in his bed next to me.
“Tell me a story,” I say with a yawn, I want to know about his life back in hell.
“What kind of story?” he says.
“Ones about when you lived here,” I say yawning again, the bottle has finally arrived delivered by Athena, I started to drink my milk hearing about his adventures against Trent, they were big trouble makers.