Not that August had been looking forward to meeting his kind after ten years, but it surely soured his mood. The meeting ended up lasting the entire and and only finished at the time of sunrise. The first thing he did was drive himself home, probably breaking thirty different traffic laws.

He softens a little, at the sight of his love curled up on the divan perched in front of aquarium. Ria is picked up while sleeping and carried into the master bedroom. August kisses her cheek and tiptoes into his sons room to pick him up too. He quickly changes into grey sweatpants. Once they're both settled in his bed, August gets under the duvet too.

He stares at the two peacefully sleeping babies on his bed and smiles. August has always thought himself as greedy. No matter how much he already has, he wants more. More money, more power, more authority. His desires always fueled up by his inner fire and they are what has kept the demon going for so long. What was once upon a century his hunger for more acres of land and horses, developed to his addiction of sports car as time passed.

Now, he thinks, he's content. He's fulfilled. Because, he's loved. By the two things he could've never bought with money. And now he's learned what love is, knows how to love. Knows how fulfilling it is to bring a smile on their faces and hear them chat in the background as he cooks for them.

The hunger for power has died a long time ago.

He's tired from the meeting and that one tender moment before he allows his subconscious to take over, his mind plays back to that one moment he shared with his brother at the meeting. It had all been wrapped up and farewells were being exchanged when August felt Lucifer getting a hold of his arm. He cocked up an eyebrow.

"What is it?"

"When do you go back?"

"Tomorrow."

Lucifer smiles. "Great. Let's go to the Disneyland today."

"You're a grown ass man who's lived for centuries." August deadpanned.

"And your head is in the clouds if you think I wanted to go to that park with your sour-ass. It's for Aaron. The park has been booked exclusively for us, I'll see you there at twelve brother."

A brother. Lucifer was horrible at that job, if August recalls correct. But, an uncle? He deserves a shot at that, doesn't he? Aaron deserves it too. To have a family member he can remember with love. When August thinks of his family, he wants to go on a murder spree.

—

Aaron is over the moon, he runs around the house butt naked with a distressed Ria chasing after him with his shorts. August who was quietly enjoying his morning coffee sighed.

"You get your ass here right Aaron!"

"I'm Swimba!"

"You don't have to be naked for that!" She yells as Aaron jumps over the couch.

"But Swimba is nakey!"

"You are a demon baby who spits fire!"

Aaron shrieks with laughter and it even draws out a loving smile on her face too but the chasing has been going on for long enough now, according to the daddy demon.

"Alright, that's enough." He says and lifts his son up in the air where he bursts into another fit of giggle. Ria stares horrified as Aaron floats in the air but hurriedly dresses him up. In matching shirts with his dad that she shopped for prior this trip. And they look adorable!

"Ria will you stop taking pictures of us from every single angle? You've been at it for the last 20 minutes." August says tiredly, with a hint of annoyance. Ria conveniently ignores him. "Aaron! Smile my baby!"

"Ria. Stop." The demon has always been a little camera shy.

"But," Ria pouts. "You two look so cute with Aaron's head peeking from under your shirt! You look like a-a pregnant lady. Or a mother kangaroo! Ready to punch anyone who hurts your baby!" She grins, snapping another photo.

August is about to give her a piece of his mind but her attention is already off him. She smiles down at Aaron. "Baby? Enjoying?"

"Yeth! Dwaddy is wwrm." Aaron giggles as he gets comfortable on August's abs.

Ria coos, bottom lip jutting out. "You're so adorable! Why's your daddy like tha-"

August smirks, one eyebrow rising up. "Oh really?"

Something in his gaze has such a threatening feel to it, Ria's heart jumps up. She knows August wouldn't do anything serious but something in her tells her to be a good girl, for him.

"I-I didn't mean it like-"

"Pregnant lady? Mother Kangaroo?" He asks again, drawing a bubbly giggle from his son. His deep velvety tone paints the tip of her ears a soft baby pink as she shakes her head. "No! Never!"

August snaps his fingers and suddenly the camera in her hands turn to dust. Ria stares dumbfounded where the camera was a few seconds ago. August pulls his curled up boy from under his shirt.

"Wait for me here baby, daddy has to teach Ria a lesson."

"Hey hey! What lesson? I was ju— Ah! Hey put me down!" She shouts at him. August simply smirks as he carries Ria to his bedroom, leaving a laughing Aaron behind.

"I was trying to keep the memories alive in photographs, that's all." She says with a pout, voice quiet because of how close their faces are. That makes August smile. "Aren't you just lovely?"

They go straight into the spacious closet and August makes the door lock shut with his powers. Ria finds her back hitting the soft plush couch like the previous day.

"What you did back there wasn't very lovely."

He smirks, kissing the tip of her nose. One of his favorite things to do. "Don't worry baby, the pictures are printed and placed in your bedside table."

Ria gasps. "How did you-"

"You don't remember you're dating a very powerful demon or do I have to remind you?"

"Remind me please."

So he kisses her. Ria kisses him back just as feverishly, running her hands up his biceps and circling around his neck as the demon hovers above her. Being caged in his arms feels more safe than restricting, and when he puts just the correct amount of weight on her as he kisses the breath out her, her mind gets fuzzy. His tongue slips into her mouth, tangling with her own and Ria's mouth falls open for him, allowing him as much access as he wants.

August deepens the kiss, his hold on her waist almost bruising. When they part, a string of saliva connects them and the sight is all too familiar. Ria blushes, looking anywhere but at his eyes.

"Baby," he whispers, huskily. "Baby, eyes on me."

Ria blinks up as her heart pounds. Fuck, why is August so gorgeous to look at? If he wasn't a pleasing sight, maybe things would be easier for her. He places his hand right above where her heart is, feeling it's erratic rhythm against his palm.

"Your heart is beating so fast. Should we take it slow?" He asks, he sounds out of breath. But he is so patient. Ria shakes her head. "No, please,, er,... l'm fine."

"Your heart literally says otherwise."

"It's just you! You're an amazing kisser! I haven't ever been kissed like this, okay?"

August smirks. "Better get used to it, I plan to kiss you a lot. No kidding."

Ria smiles, biting her lip. "Well, then we should practice more and mor-"

She didn't get to finish her words, August didn't need to hear more. He dived in, capturing her lips again. Their lips are hot and soft against each other's. August, centuries of experience, somehow feels like he's been doing everything wrong till now. Only she feels right.

After minutes of uninterrupted bliss and kisses exchanged with soft confessions, the moment abruptly comes to an end. The pounding on door makes them jump as they untangle their limbs apart.

"I was hoping, if you were done with your hanky panky, should we leave for the amusement park now? Or is the love making still going on?" That was Lucifer. How did he even get into their home?

August rolls his eyes but helps her up, waits as she fixes her hair and guides her back to the master bedroom where Lucifer is tying the laces of Aaron's shoes.

"Oh you're done? I thought Aaron is finally getting a younger sibling today!" He smiles.

Ria understands why August absolutely despises him but they don't say anything. The four of them make their way downstairs, pack up for the day and leave for Disneyland. True to his words, the devil had rented the entire park for his beloved nephew who had the time of his life, running across the empty park, getting a piggy back ride from Goofy, eating his favorite cotton candy and dragging his father to all of the deadly rides.

Ria has also noticed how Lucifer slips past a piece of paper to every princess working there, his phone number scribbled into them and offers them a slutty wink. They take the note with a secretive smile of their own. Each and every princess, from Cinderella to Mulan.

Some sick Disney kink this devil has.

The afternoon passes by under the gentle grazing sun of Paris as they make their way across the park. Aaron is tired but he's still pumped up, jumping with excitement. With his bright smile, he manages to drag his father to the grand carousel too. Lucifer seats beside Ria under the rose bush as she takes pictures of the two.

"Aaron looks very happy today."

Ria offers him a smile. "This is the happiest I've seen him for months now, ever since I joined basically."

"Oh? And how many months has it been?"

Ria swallows nervously as she looks back at August. She's not interested in another interview by the big brother.

"Around five months, now." She replies. "Maybe six."

"Great. I'm glad that you stuck around because knowing my brother, I know he wasn't the sweetest to you from the beginning."

Well he isn't far off anyway.

"I think it's a trait both the father and his son shares, they don't warm up very easily. So when they do, it feels like a gift." Her reply is honest to what she feels. Lucifer smiles at her words. "If you could manage to make my brother melt then, I'm sure you'll be able to handle the other deadly things too."

"Deadly what?"

"Oh you know, Aaron is still growing. He'll grow claws, the the claws will itch time to time. He's a child still, he may come scratch you one day. Pull the flesh out of your body."

She looks back at the baby giggling from the carousel. Aaron waves at her, excited eyes shining like the moon. "Maybe he will hurt me, but it will be an accident, no? Accidents are okay, they happen all the time."

"Is that so?"

"Why are you trying to scare me away?" She questioned.

"With all due respect miss, you should be scared. August is no ordinary demon and so isn't his son. What I'm doing here is trying not to get anyone hurt through this. Not even you."

"I appreciate it, but I think we'll be fine."

"If you believe so. It's cute by the way, the two of you and your addiction to kissing. I thought people have that phase during high school?" Lucifer chuckles. "I must admit, it's lovely seeing my brother a little less, er... dead when he's with you."

"Thank you?" Ria sounds unsure. Lucifer claps his hands as he stands up. Their little carousel ride is over too and they make their way towards the others.

"What do you say Ria? Don't we make quite an interesting duo?" Says the devil himself.

"If you believe so." She smiled.

"Riri!" Aaron comes to hug her knee. Ria bends down, wiping his sweat away and kissing his reddened cheeks.

"Are you hungry?" She asks. "Let's have lunch, Mhm?"

—

Three months later.

Ria yawns, stretching as she looks out of the window. It went dark impossibly fast. When she started on the piece it was still sunny outside. She looks back at the canvas. She usually criticized herself a bit hard, nothing new there. But recently, she has started to like the pieces she's been making. After returning from Paris, August was adamant she moves in to his room, which was a request she would keep happily. Wordlessly so, the guest room became her art room.

Her hands drew strokes in the canvas from sheer muscle memory, she still remember every thing she had self taught her once upon a time. August would always shower her art with endless compliments, claiming she is the most talented artist he has ever met then he also told her about the night he met Da Vinci so she finds it hard to trust him.

But her recent pieces are turning out good. Like she's finally smearing her emotions on the canvas and melting them away with her own thoughts and favorite shades.

Aaron, her most honest critic, trudges into the room, rubbing his eyes. Ria gets off the stool with a smile and picks him up in her arms.

"Slept well baby?"

Aaron nods, getting comfortable in Ria's arms. "Yeth."

"Oh and what does my prince think of my latest piece?"

Aaron looks up at her 25 inches long canvas and smiles. "Pwetty Ria! It looks like clouds and candy!"

"Thank you baby. Let's go prepare dinner now! August will be home anytime."

They make August's favorite pasta and garlic bread for dinner but the food gets cold and a tired Ria falls asleep on the couch waiting for August to return. With a demon baby on loose.

It's a little late than usual when August steps into his home. He finds his loved ones in the living room. One fast asleep and the tiny one sitting on top of her.

"Aaron? Sweetheart what are you doing?"

The little boy looks up at the man, hand freezing and the sharpie falling from his grip. "Dwaddy!"

He flies his way to his father, August catching him mid way and hugging his boy close. Aaron's eyes sparkle. "Mwissed you Dwaddy!"

August kisses his cheeks that have grown chubbier. "Missed you too."

"And what did I say about flying hmm? You have to walk more than fly baby, dad would be happy if you walked to him and not fly." August brushes away the bangs from Aaron's forehead. The little boy pouts. "Flying wis easy! Walking twakes soooo long."

"Dad knows that baby, but promise you'll try."

"Oki."

"Now let's see what you've done to poor Ria." They hover over the sleeping girl and August has to bite his lip to not burst out laughing. Aaron is surely... creative.

"I made her pwetyy!"

"Sure you did."

Aaron nods enthusiastically. "'Ts makeup dwaddy!"

Their noise pulls Ria out of her slumber too. She stirs awake slowly, stretching and rubbing her eyes. When she blinks open those green eyes there's a smiling August above her.

"Morning my love."

"Ah! Did I really fall asleep on the couch again?" She runs a hand through her hair as she sits up.

"Riri sweep so I made her pwetty!" Aaron explains to no one in particular. Ria looks at the scattered sharpies all around and gasps. She looks up at the toddler horrified, "You..? What?"

August stares at her unabashedly. The human flushes under his the demon's gaze, Ria looks away as the tip of her ears get red.

"Aaron let's never do that again, okay?"

"Why? I think it's lovely. I have two very talented artists in one home."

Lovely? He thinks she's lovely? They've been dating for months now but August finds her lovely!!

"How do I look?" Ria inquired shyly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. August grins. "Pretty—"

Ria lights up.

"—horrible."

She huffs. "Dinner is cold by now."

The three of them love having their meals together as Aaron is also learning how to eat all by himself and getting kisses from both of them after he finishes his food. Their daily lives moulded with each other's like they are two long lost puzzle pieces. If one of them were pulled away now, it would leave a gaping hole in the middle.

And there's so much love for each other, as well as respect.

Aaron was never against his daddy kissing his Riri, he was actually happy about it. His favorite nights where when he'd crawl into bed with the other two and sleep sandwiched between them only to wake up next morning with kisses peppered all over his face.

After dinner, August volunteered to do the dishes as Aaron challenged the two of them he can change into his pjs all by himself that night. August and Ria accepted the challenge with a lovesick grin. Aaron is their whole world, after all.

With both the demons occupied, Ria made her way to the art room again. The paint on the canvas had completely dried off and it looked... good. Though she never thought she could make anything 'good' but she surprised herself this time.

She washes the brushes and puts away the paint when a faint knock echoes into the room. The door is pushed open and August peeks his head in. "You done here?"

Ria nods. "Do you wanna... uhm, see this piece?"

August steps in the room. "I'd love to yeah. I'm sure it's great already."

Ria laughs, shaking her head. "It's very simple actually. Come, look."

August makes his way around the rooms to stand next to her. He looks at the piece for a while before he intertwined his fingers with hers. "Ria, it's actually really beautiful."

"Thank you."

"Like fucking beautiful."

She giggled. "Thank you."

August swiftly snakes an arm around her waist, pulling her closer. "But everything pales into comparison to you baby."

His attempt at suaveness makes her laugh. Ria stands on her tippy toes to kiss the man, who immediately lifts her up to his level and deepens the kiss. She loves it when August does that. As if all she had to do was spread her wings to fly and August would already be there, for her to hang on to as she soars across the sky.

When they break off the kiss, August showers her with more compliments and steals some kisses.

"I have this art- addict friend. Do you mind if I show it to him? I'll just send him a pic."

"Oh? Have I ever met him?"

"Not yet, no."

"Well, in that case I guess, send him a picture and let him perceive me. It should be okay." Ria smiles and August fails to resist the urge to kiss her nose. "I'm sure he'll love it too."

He takes the pic and sends it as Ria puts away last few pieces of her brushes and finally lets her boyfriend carry her to the bedroom. Aaron is already sitting on the bed with a cheeky grin.

"Baby you need to sleep in your room." August makes an effort to sound stern. Ria rolls her eyes. "No he doesn't! My baby will sleep with me right?"

Aaron nods his head. "Yeth! Lub you Riri!"

"Oh my baby! I love you more!" She kisses his face obnoxiously loudly that has the child giggling. August shakes his head. Insufferable, both of them.

-

Any other day, waking up to a cold empty bed would've immediately dimmed Ria's mood but despite both the demons being missing from the bed the following morning, a smile stretches on her lips. She can hear them from downstairs, probably at the kitchen preparing breakfast.

She takes her time to freshen up and make her way down to them, tying her hair away from her face as she goes.

"Oh," The air leaves her lungs in whoosh, freezing where she stands.

There, flipping pancakes by the stove is August, shirtless and all his gorgeous body glowing under the morning light that bleeds into the kitchen from tall windows, looking like a full course meal himself. And that's not even what has rendered her poor soul speechless. For his sexy body is a tree she's fond of climbing most nights. Like a monkey, she would say.

It's the horns.