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The grubby little hands of an infant demon cling to the sleeve of their mother, protesting the hold he was currently put in by said mom.’ “Ma… maa..!” Nero, with his face quirked with frustration, calls out to his mother. He’s still quite young, babbling only when it’s for his own benefit and generally not when spoken too, quite the rowdy boy indeed, and it reflected the most in times like this. Dante had his arms wrapped tightly around his baby boy, inner demon purring and whining as pain rippled through his lower abdomen. Rhythmic pulses of pure pain blossomed from his uterus, a pain only rivaled by demonic childbirth and being stabbed in the abs on Teminigru tower. He still hasn’t gotten over the fact Vergil stabbed him there only a few months after their little angel came to be, but he’s too crumpled in pain to think deeper on that.
Nero continues to shake his mother, growling like a hungry pup as he eventually wiggles free. Dante finally moves, groaning in complaint as he reaches for the baby again, “Aww, Nero~ You don’t wanna cuddle with mama anymore? So cruel… just like your daddy… abandoning his family just because the world says we need money to live… c’mere sweetie, just sit here with me, please?” He cooed out dramatically, sadly purring as he once again kept the young boy pressed tight against his chest. He loved Nero quite a bit, and he never wanted him to think otherwise, even if he’s only 2-years-old and doesn’t show much consciousness at the moment.
Defiantly independent as always, Nero huffed and continued to growl, firmly squirming away. Dante got the message and sighed, sitting up despite his discomfort to properly acknowledge his child. “Alright, alright… I’m up sweetie… I guess we can’t just ditch your playdate after all.” He grimaced at the clock; they’d be running late to the playdate very soon if Nero hadn’t been so excited to enjoy his time with fellow infants.
His mother slumps forward as he gets out of bed, pausing to sulk just a bit longer before finally stretching his muscles, popping his back and stretching the tender flesh of his breasts as he did. The leftover pregnancy fat on his back pinching together lightly, creasing at his waist as he bent to pick up his waiting baby from the bed. Nero whined at first before realizing they weren’t going back to bed to cuddle, docile once more as he held onto the cropped, long sleeve shirt Dante wore. Dante bopped the boy up a bit, smiling at him kindly as he propped him on the left side of his hip. He could ignore the pain of his menstrual cycle if it meant keeping his precious little angel entertained and content with life.
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Dante had taken one of the thicker, fur-lined coats from his closet out, bundling himself up in the coat after he made one last check in to the bathroom, anxiously murmuring to himself as he kept checking his pants and underwear, terrified of making a fool of himself in front of the other parents. The other parents at the meet-up wouldn’t care if he stained something due to his burdensome and bloody bodily functions, but that obvious and hopeful truth always managed to fly over Dante’s head.
It was the impatient babbling of Nero that snapped him out of his worries, buttoning the last of the snaps on his cool, burgundy red coat. He gave an apologetic look to Nero, smiling goofily at the infant as he properly strapped the little devil into his stroller. “Sorry, sweetie, I’m ready to go now.” The young mother grabbed the supply bag Vergil had insisted on buying and managing the stock of, knowing Dante could be forgetful with maintaining household items and supplies. The navy-blue bag was decorated with arctic ocean marine life, something Vergil always went for when buying Nero’s toys and whatnot. Dante chuckled to himself, recalling the lost remnants of their own childhood infant supplies before exiting the house, carting young Nero out into the wintery outside.