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Waiting On A Miracle -A Guitarspear fic, sequel to BTTWS Chapter 2

Summary: Lute has to break the devastating news to Adam about what she learned from Asmodeus… _______________

Read on [AO3] 💕 or under the cut! _______________

Adam had been woken up by the sensation that he was slowly slipping off of the bed. At some point in the night Abel had crawled into bed with them. He was sprawled across Adam’s side diagonally with his face buried in between Lute’s wings. Adam rolled himself the rest of the way off the bed. He gave a chuckled sigh as he tugged the blanket over them. ‘Guess I’m awake now.’

Some time later, an energetic Abel came down the hallway, with a dispirited Lute just behind. “Dad! Dad! Is Miss Emily here yet?” Abel asked.

“You are just full of piss and vinegar this morning, aren't cha?” Adam laughed.

Lute curled up beside Adam on the couch, resting her head on his shoulder. “Why is Emily coming?” she asked halfheartedly.

“Oh right, we ran into her and that snake dude-”

“Penny!!” Abel cut in giddily.

“Right yeah, Pentitty. We saw them at the zoo yesterday and she asked if Abes wanted to hang with them today,” Adam finished. “How do you have so much freaking energy at like, all hours of the day, everyday?”

Abel shrugged with a big smile, “I dunno, I’m a kid!”

“Fair enough. Since you’re gonna be out with them all day, why don’t we make sure you eat something before she gets here. Whatcha want?”

The young boy stared off blankly for a few seconds before blurting, “Breakfast tacos?”

“Breakfast tacos? That’s pretty ambitious, but I think we can make that happen. What do you say, Lute? Want some breakfast tacos?” Adam asked cheerily as he looked down to her.

Lute shook her head slowly, “Not hungry.”

Hearing her broken tone, Adam frowned. ‘Now she doesn’t want to eat? I’m not like this, what the fuck happened to her?’

Just as Adam was about to open his mouth to say something, Abel hugged her. “What’s the matter, mama? Do you not feel good? Where does it hurt so I can give kisses to make it better,” he questioned sweetly.

Lute wrapped her arms around him, holding him close. “I will be okay. Thank you. I love you, ” her voice almost breaking. She gave him a squeeze before letting go, “You enjoy your breakfast tacos. Don’t worry about me, I’ll eat something when I feel up to it.”

“Okay, mama…I love you too,” Abel said worriedly with sad, concerned eyes. He looked to his dad who seemed to mirror a similar feeling. Lute rubbed away the beginning of tears that stung at her eyes before excusing herself to the bathroom.

Stepping into the bathroom, Lute pressed her back to the door until it closed and let herself slide down to the floor. Holding her head in her hands, she tried so quietly to breathe normally. As the tears streamed down her cheeks, she reached for the sink cabinet to get a box of tissues. Under the sink hid her boxes of pregnancy tests. Too many boxes. Boxes she no longer has a use for, the items they contain deemed pointless.

‘Why do they even have these available for the public if they’re fucking useless?’

After some time Lute wiped her tears, stood from the floor, and caught her reflection in the mirror. She closed her eyes and took a couple calming deep breaths. Rinsing a washcloth under cool water, she placed it over her eyes in hopes to reduce the puffiness. She needed to better conceal her heartbreak, she doesn’t need them to worry. She’ll be fine. She’ll get over this. She just needs time.

As Lute came back into the living room, the boys were at the table eating. Adam pat the seat beside him, “I know you said you weren’t hungry, but you’re a horrible liar, get over here.”

She looked at the plate he had made for her; looked up at him, back to the plate, and then leaned her head against him, “Thanks.”

“I ain’t gonna feed it to you though, you got your own two hands for that now,” he snickered before kissing her head. She couldn’t help a light smile from forming on her lips.

A knock came at the door a little while after breakfast was over. Ever excited, Abel ran to answer the door, “Miss Emily!! You’re here!”

“Good morning, Abel!” Emily cheered as they hugged. “Morning to you two as well!”

“How’s it going Em,” Adam said with an upward nod. Lute gave a short wave with her new arm.

Emily’s jaw dropped as she saw the new appendage Lute had, “Ohmygosh! Where did that come from?! It’s so pretty!”

“Oh, thanks,” Lute looked her arm over, almost forgetting it was new. Even after a single day it had almost become normal for her again. “Charlie offered for it to be made for me. I originally wasn’t going to, but Adam talked me into it,” she added with a shrug.

“And I picked the color! Thought the white-ish silvery look would go nicely with her skin, almost like you wouldn’t notice the difference if you didn’t know,” Adam voiced proudly.

Emily shuffled over and silently asked to touch her arm. As she got the okay, she ran her fingers lightly over the metal, “Can you feel this? I’m just so curious to how it works!”

“Yes, but it’s more like feeling it through a thick jacket, if that makes sense. It’s just not as sensitive,”

Emily backed off with a fascinated “ooo”. She smiled over to Abel, “We’ve got a lot of fun stuff planned, are you ready?!”

Abel ran in a few quick circles before cheering at her. Adam shook his head, “He’s full of piss and vinegar.”

“Full of what?!” Emily exclaimed. Adam burst into laughter at her confusion.

Lute rolled her eyes with a grin, “It just means full of energy.” Emily gave them an awkward look before shaking the thought.

“Let’s go, let’s go! I wanna go see Penny!” Abel cried impatiently.

“Okay,” giggled the seraphim. “I’ll be sure to get him back before it gets late!”

Adam waved her off, “No worries, kid. You’re the best person he could be with.”

As the door closed behind them, Adam wasted no time in flirting with his wife. He leaned on the table, propping his chin on his hand and gave her a wink, “Sooo, we have the house to ourselves for a whole day…Whatcha wanna do?”

“Well actually-” Lute began hesitantly, but was quickly interrupted by Adam running his hands up her sides.

“Babe, you’ve been super down since you got back. So let me pamper you in a way that I know always cheers you up,” he brought his hands to her cheeks and kissed her forehead.

Lute’s lip quivered as he started to kiss down her neck, “Adam-”

“Besides, gotta get back on that baby making routine, amirite?”

“Adam.” Lute’s voice was cold.

Taken aback by her tone, Adam froze, “What?”

“I…There’s something I need to tell you. Yesterday when I was at the hotel-”

Adam gripped her shoulders, his eyes hardened, and he growled, “Did someone hurt you? Did you go anywhere but the hotel? I swear to fuck if-”

Lute set her hand flat on his chest, “No, nothing like that happened. I just…learned something and it’s been weighing on me.”

“Well you can fucking tell me,” he sighed as he losened his hands.

“I didn’t want to talk about it while Abel was here, I was already emotional as it was,”

Adam rubbed at her shoulders, “Yeah no shit. Cmon lets go cuddle on the couch.”

Lute nestled into Adam’s lap on the couch, with her head across his chest, below his opposite shoulder. “I had a conversation with the man who made my prosthetic. He’s the embodiment of the sin of lust, so I thought that maybe he would have some advice for us…But instead I was informed that when a human soul dies they can no longer create offspring,” Lute said slowly, as if recalling the conversation caused great pain. Which to her it did. “I’m so stupid for not realizing. Of course, that makes sense.”

Adam blinked at her dumbly as he processed what was said. When it clicked, he inhaled sharply, “Wait— so I’ve been shooting blanks this whole time?! THE WHOLE TIME!? That feels like a fucking rip off. What the fuck. I literally founded humanity, and now it’s all just fucking blanks?!?”

“I guess that’s one way to say it,” Lute said dejectedly. She pressed into him with a heavy sigh as he wrapped his arms around her. “But it’s fine. Really. I’ve been thinking and it's really just selfish of me to want.”

Adam grimaced at her, “Huh? The fuck do you mean selfish?! Selfish how?!”

“Think about it. If by some miraculous happenstance, let’s say we get pregnant tonight. Doing the math, typically pregnancies last nine months. The next extermination is seven months away. I would be around seven months pregnant when it’s time for the extermination. Look, I can handle a lot but I think that might be fucking pushing it.”

Adam cupped his hand on her cheek and lifted her golden eyes to meet his. “Hey, it’s gonna be alright. I know you don’t actually mean that. You’ve been so excited about the thought of this for months,” his soft reassurance made her want to cry again, right then and there. “You’re telling me you’re only now thinking it’s not gonna work because of- well work? Yeah no, I don’t think so,” he gently swept a stray hair from her face. “I know you, babe. You’re still reeling from being told it’s an impossibility. Well guess fucking what? I’m fucking Adam, in case you somehow forgot that. I can do fucking anything!”

The corner of her mouth lifted slightly into a smile before quickly fading, “…not this time, Adam, but thank you for trying. I think I'd like to get off this topic now.”

“But that’s such bullshit! There’s gotta be something we can try. It’s fucking Heaven, don’t they have some kind of magic pill-drug thing?” Adam asked, growing irritated.

“…they do but they’re only for the high ranking angels. Specifically heavenborn angels, which excludes you,”

Adam let out a frustrated huff, “Hmph, well. Again. I can do whatever. I’ve literally been to Hell and back. A lot. Plus, ya know the whole dying a second time thing. A third time, whatever. They can’t tell me I can’t do something. So they’ll just have to deal with it!”

“Please don’t,” Lute pleaded, her brow furrowing and she pinched the bridge of her nose. “Besides, it still wouldn’t help anything if I took them.”

Adam sighed defeatedly, “Ugh fine…But we can still stick to “practicing” though, right?”

“Of course, just…not today,” Lute nuzzled up into his chin.

He nuzzled back into her, “Yep, totally fair. Mood is long gone.”

“I guess it’s for the best that we didn’t tell Abel and get his hopes up,” Lute whispered, Adam nodded softly in agreement.

They sat in silence on the couch for what felt like an eternity. Until Adam grew restless, “Alright, let’s do something. Let’s get our minds off this shit for a bit instead of wallowing in it. Want to check out the arcade? Then maybe hit up that sushi restaurant you like for lunch?”

“That sounds nice,” Lute said as she went to get up off of his lap, but he held her in place.

He pulled her back in close and kissed her temple, “You know how much I love you?” He asked, hugged her tighter, “THIS MUCH!” he screeched as he shook her side to side, causing her to laugh. “Alright, alright, let’s go get ready then,” he laughed, finally releasing her from his grasp.

Many hours later, they returned home just before Emily dropped Abel off. After waving her goodbye, he ran into Lute’s arms, “Hi mama! I missed you, are you feeling better?”

“I am, I’ve missed you too,” Lute held onto Abel extra tightly. She may not be able to have a baby, but she already has her baby.

Adam could tell by the pain on her face that she was not feeling better. ‘There has to be something I can do to give her what she wants…’

How can he fix this? 🥺

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