*Rough Translation: My baby

Gabriel
Sunday mornings were usually eventful. This particular one included a soccer game. Your son Josh was in a soccer team and they had a very important soccer game. Josh wouldn't stop talking about it. "Pops, if we win this, we'll make it to the finals. The finals," he said as he ate his breakfast.

"Oh, yes, pops, the finals," your other eight year old son, Bryan, mocked.

"Shut up," Josh said.

Bryan rolled his eyes and continued to eat his breakfast. Gabriel took this silence to plan the party. "Alrighty, after you win, because you will, would you like to go out for pizza or ice cream?"

"Pizza, duh," Josh said.

Gabriel feigned disappointment. "My own child. Not choosing the sweet. What has life come to?"

You rolled your eyes. "You're such a twat sometimes," you said and then covered your mouth. You didn't mean to cuss, it just slipped.

"What's a twat?" Bryan asked.

Gabriel smiled and looked at you. You glared at him and panicked. "It's a very funny person," you lied.

"Oh," the boys said in unison.

Gabriel got up to put the milk away and kissed your cheek. "Nice save," he whispered to you ear before putting the milk away. You smiled and started to clear the table.

At the soccer game, you, Gabriel, and Byran sat on the bleachers. The score was 2-3 with Josh's team losing. "They're losing and they still don't let him play," you noted angrily. Josh sat on the bench, watching his team mates play.

"Yeah, cause they wanna win," said Bryan and then he burst out laughing by himself. You and Gabriel just gave him a coldish look. "Sheesh, tough crowd."

With only a minute left of the game, they finally put Josh in. The scores were tied. Things started to get heated as Josh stole the ball and made his way to the goal. With only five seconds on the clock, he scored the winning point.

You and Gabriel both jumped up in excitement. Even Bryan cheered for his brother. You kissed Gabriel in the heat of the moment and turned to the lady you was staring at you in a puzzled manner. "That's my son," you said proudly.

Afterwards, you all went to a pizzeria. "I'm so proud of you," you said to Josh.

"We all are," Gabriel said, giving Bryan a little nudge.

"You might've scored the winning point, but you aren't scoring any ladies tonight," Bryan said.

"Bryan," you scolded.

"What? I got that one from pop," Bryan defended himself.

You gave Gabriel a glare and he said, "What? Me? He couldn't've. That's- It slipped like the twat thing."

"I'm a twat, aren't I, ma?" Bryan asked happily.

You sighed deeply and held back a smile. You patted his cheeks and said, "You sure are."

Thus, the morning was spent eating pizza while Bryan tried to make jokes and Gabriel gave him tips on how to make them better. You and Bryan just watched and laughed along. A normal morning, really.

Lucifer
Lucifer woke you up to show you the two four wheeled motorcycles he bought for your family. You admired them before Lucifer asked, "Can we use them today?"

"Is it safe for the kids?"

"Probably."

"Lucifer."

"We'll only let them go at a slow speed." When you still gave him a look, he searched the garage until he found the two helmets that came with the motorcycles. "And they'll wear these."

Lucifer got the kids up and they made themselves cereal while you took one of the motorcycles for a test run. He sat with the kids while they had breakfast. "So dad bought something for the family," Lucifer said.

"What did you buy?" Your twelve year old son, Evan, asked.

"I bought two four wheeled motorcycles," Lucifer said.

"Really?" Your nine year old daughter, Rosemary, asked.

"Yes,yes,yes. After you finish your cereal, go change so you can go outside."

Once outside, the kids fought over who got to use the motorcycle, due to the fact that there was one adult sized one and one child sized one. Rosemary decided that rock paper scissors was the best way to decide who got to use it first.

"Rock!" shouted Evan. Rosemary had scissors and just when Lucifer had thought Evan would get the first turn, Rosemary pushed him to the ground and hopped onto the bike. She got the first turn.

"She's going to be just like you," You told Lucifer.

"Oh yeah," Lucifer said, a proud smile shinning on his face.

"Let's see if you're still smiling when she's in jail," you said.

"My baby wouldn't get caught," Lucifer protested, wrapping his arm around your waist. You rolled your eyes.

"Mom, can I take the other one?" Evan asked.

"Sure, go catch up to Rose," you said.

After the kids had raced themselves tired, you guys decided to have a ride through the empty fields. You and Lucifer rode together on the adult one, while Evan and Rosemary rode on the kid one. You leaned back onto Lucifer's chest and watched the beautiful colors of the trees and the sweet sounds of your kids discussing the things they could achieve with their new motorcycle.

Lucifer kissed the top of your head as you enjoyed your ride.

Balthazar
The alarm woke you and Bal up way too early for your liking. At seven am, you had to get out of bed and go make coffee. Bal, on the other hand, had a nice cup of wine to wake himself up. "What are the plans for today, ma cherie?" Balthazar asked, leaning on the countertops.

"I was thinking we should just have a nice family day," you said, sipping your coffee.

"Sounds like a good idea," he said.

A crashing sound came from the stairs and you and Balthazar were on high alert and heading towards the stairs. "Mirabelle?" Balthazar asked as you turned the corner to see the stairs. On the last step was a broken toy. Not any toy. It was your daughter's favorite toy.

Your daughter stood on the top of the stair case with a quivering lip. "I-it fell out of my hands," she said. Tears started to form in hear eyes. You headed up the stairs. Balthazar followed. "I d-didn't mean for it t-to fall."

"Oh, honey, it's okay," you said, taking her into your arms.

"N-no. Papa gave that to me," she said, crying. She hid her face on your shoulder.

"Mon bèbè*, it's okay. It's not your fault. We'll get you a new toy," Balthazar said, rubbing her back.

She cried a little bit before she agreed. Then you went downstairs to have breakfast. Mirabelle colored while you and Balthazar prepared breakfast. During the meal, you planned out what you were going to do that morning. "After this, we'll go to France and buy Mira her toy," you said. Bal and Mira nodded. "Then, we can come back and spend the rest of the morning doing family activities." "Yeah," Bal and Mira cheered.

You had to get your wallet from the car and found out that you hadn't turned in some photos that were due that day. You sighed and brought them in the house with you when you found your wallet. "Change of plans. We're going to drop of these photos and then we'll go buy the toy," you said. Mira nodded happily for she liked going to your office. Everyone there liked her.

A quick drive later you were at your office, and Mira came with you to drop the photos off. "Hi, Mirabelle." "You look so pretty, Mirabelle." "Good morning, Mirabelle." "That's a nice skirt, Mirabelle." "Mirabelle, come give your aunty Janice a hug." "See you later, sweetie." "Bye, Mirabelle." "Have a nice day, Mirabelle."

"How was it?" Balthazar asked.

"Rachel said I looked pretty," Mira said, smiling.

"She's right," Balthazar answered. He stopped for a moment and stared at the wheel before looking at you. "Castiel needs me."

"What does he need?" You asked.

"No clue."

"Are we going to visit Uncle Cas?" Mira asked cheerfully.

"Yes," you said.

One hell of a long car ride later, you were at the bunker that the Winchesters live in. You carried Mira because you were wary of the Winchesters. Once inside, you saw the Sam and Dean sitting on a table. Cas was pacing and looked relieved when he saw Balthazar.

"I thought you were not coming. We waited a long time," he stated.

"I have a kid," Balthazar said, motioning to Mira. "Travel isn't as easy anymore."

"Hello, Mira," Cas said, looking down fondly at the six-year-old.

"Hello, uncle Cas," she smiled at him.
Sam and Dean exchanged a look with each other before waving at the young girl that they did not know even exsisted. "She's yours?" Dean asked.

"Yes," Balthazar answered.

"So, she's a ne-"

"Of course."

"Well, isn't she-"

"She's not dangerous. I can assure you."

They saw that she was the exact opposite of dangerous as she played with her hair while Balthazar gave them the information they needed. Then you were on your way to France.

You and Mira looked at some toys while Balthazar asked the clerk where they had the toy that he wanted to purchase. He came back with a frown. "They do not have the toy in stock anymore," Balthazar said. Mira frowned as well. It broke your heart to see her so sad.

You put your hand on Bal's chest and said, "Translate for me," before walking up to the clerk Balthazar was talking to. "My daughter really needs the toy my husband told you about earlier," you said and Balthazar translated for you.

The man said something and Balthazar translated, "He says that they've run out."

"Okay, can you please go check in the back?"

"He says there are none in back."

"Tell him to please go check in the back. Then we'll go."

The man went into the back after giving a grumpy remark about tourists. He came back with a sheepish smile with the toy in hand. You sighed in relief. You purchased the toy and Mira was so happy.

Finally, you were back at home. You amd Balthazar sat on the couch together. "I love you," you said, laying your head on his shoulder. "I love you, as well," Balthazar said.

Mira rushed into the room and jumped onto the couch to give you both a hug. "Thank you so much for my new toy. I love you, mama and papa." You and Balthazar happily allowed your daughter to hug you for as long as she liked.