It was Christmas Eve and Crowley was decorating a medium-sized Christmas trees with ornaments and lights.

Since he's a Demon, he doesn't celebrate Christmas, but he made an exception for Emery. But he will not tell her that Santa Claus is real when clearly he's not. Too much of a hassle to deal with. Buying extra presents and putting 'From Santa Claus' on them. It's just too much. And it's just plain silly to lie to a child when their hopes will get crushed when they find out Santa isn't real. He doesn't want to deal with that.

He looked away from the tree and back at Emery, who was playing with her toys on the floor. He then checked the time. It was six thirty in the evening. He looked back at the tree, and was satisfied with how it looked so he walked over to the couch and sat on it, looking down at Emery.

Emery stopped playing with her toys and looked up at him curiously. "Are you hungry?" the only response he got was her stomach growling. He chuckled before picking her up and heading into the kitchen.

He decided to make the food from scratch. He then decided that he rather liked cooking. He made a turkey, peas, and mashed potatoes. Since he doesn't eat, he wanted to make food for Emery that she can eat without the use of teeth, since she only has four.

"Mmmmmmmm." she mumbled from where she sat in her highchair.

Crowley chuckled. "Smells good, huh?" Emery smiled in response.

He put some turkey, peas, and mashed potatoes onto a plate and grabbed a baby spoon and put them on the highchair. He walked over to the fridge and took out the milk carton and poured it into a sippy cup and also put it on the highchair.

He leaned against the counter, watching her eat her first Christmas Eve dinner. Odd thing was... He felt like he was a father to her. Which scared him. A lot.


It was seven thirty, and Emery had just taken her bath and was dressed in her pajamas. They were sitting on the couch. Emery had a few toys on the couch, which she was playing with, and Crowley was watching the movie.

When the movie went to a commercial, he turned his attention to Emery, who was playing with her teddy bear. Emery looked back at him and smiled. She giggled as she grabbed onto his arm and snuggled into it. He smiled then started to tickle her stomach causing her to squeal. She tried to wiggle away from him, but he held onto her, and proceeded tickle her until her face turned beet red.

"Well, come on. Time for bed." he said after she had calmed down. She raised her arms up and he picked her up and walked to her room. He walked up to her crib and kissed her forehead before laying her down and covering her with her blanket. He handed her her teddy bear before he ran his fingers through her brown hair. "Goodnight, Emery. Tomorrow is going to be your first Christmas. I hope it's a good one."

He then walked out of her room, leaving her door wide open, and walked into his room to retrieve the presents he had hidden in his closet. He walked out into the livingroom and put the presents under the medium-sized Christmas tree. He sighed before sitting down on the couch.

He closed his eyes, attempting to relax. But it didn't work.

Why did I bring a baby into my life? Why couldn't she have just lived with her parents? Would have been safer for her.



It was two thirty in the morning when Crowley heard Emery call out. That was also the third time Emery had called him that in the past four days.

He sighed as he got up off the couch and made his way to Emery's room.

"How many times have I told you that I am not your father?" he asked her as he stood in front of the crib. She was standing up in the crib, tighly clutching the bars to help her stand up. She just smiled in response. "I've only known you for 14, now 15, days and you are calling me daddy." he then stood there, thinking about what he just said. "Well, I guess you could say I'm more of a father to you than your biological father was." he then picked her up out of the crib. "Well, why are you up, darling? Can't sleep?" she nodded. "Alright... Let's go out into the livingroom, then." he walked out to the living room, and laid down on the couch, shifting Emery to lie down on his chest. He started to rub her back gently.

Slowly, she started to drift to sleep. He stopped rubbing her back after she fell asleep. He kissed the top of her head before turning his attention back to the movie he was watching.


It was eight in the morning when Emery woke up. Crowley didn't even notice she was awake until she batted at his chest a few times.

"Good morning to you, too." Emery giggled. "Well, let's open presents." he picked her off his chest, got up off the couch, and walked over to the tree and set her down in front of it.

Emery had gotten a few more onsies, a new coat, a few t-shirts, a few jeans, and a couple dresses. A new blanket, a blue nightlight, a stereo with music that will help her sleep, a couple baby books, and a green baby blanket.

After Emery opened her presents, Crowley picked her up and set her down near her toys. "You stay here while I make breakfast." he walked to the kitchen and started making breakfast.

Emery decided she didn't want to play with her toys. So she stood up, using the couch to help her stand up, and slowly and quietly made her way over to Crowley. Once she made her way over to Crowley, she grabbed onto his leg and giggled.

Crowley looked down when he felt an umfamiliar weight on his leg and hearing a giggle. His eyes widened when he saw Emery was standing there, using his leg as support. He bent down to pick her up then stood back up, "Did you walk all the way over here?" she smiled. "I highly doubt you crawled over here. I'm surprised you got this far. Good job, Emery."

He then went back to cooking Emery breakfast. Well, I'm going to have to baby proof the house now.

A/N: :D? Good? or No? :o Haha. I liked writing this. Crowley is like seriously OOC. xD This will be a threeshot. Hope you enjoyed the first chapter. Review if you want. I don't exactly need reviews to continue on my stories, but I do appreciate getting them. :)