Gabriel pouted as he stared up at Michael, golden hues watering slightly. “Please?” He asked, chubby fingers pulling at his eldest brother’s robes. Michael looked down at the small angel, brows raising in question.
“Gabriel, we’ve been over this,” he replied in a soft but stern tone. And as Gabriel’s pout widened and more tears welled in his eyes, Michael flickered his gaze elsewhere, knowing full well what was about to happen. “Gabriel, today is not—”
“—Lucifer!” Gabriel wailed out, releasing Michael to run to his older brother, tiny brown wings fluttering enough to pick him up off the ground so that he could throw him arms around Lucifer’s middle, clinging to him as if he were clinging for dear life. “Michael doesn’t want to take me out to fly,” he whined, burying his face into the angel’s chest. Lucifer wrapped an arm around his baby brother, careful with his wings, and patted the top of Gabriel’s hair, golden curls bouncing.
“It’s alright, little one,” he cooed with a tender smile. He raised his gaze to Michael, lips pressed together. “You promised him that you would help teach him to fly.”
Michael frowned at Lucifer. Why was it that whenever Gabriel never got his way, he went to Lucifer? “I’m busy.”
“You aren’t busy right now,” Lucifer retorted with a small smirk he only used for Michael. Gabriel kept his face buried in Lucifer’s chest, trembling softly to show that he was crying. Lucifer stepped forward, shortening the distance between Michael and himself. “If you don’t teach him, how will he learn to fly?” With the hand that had been on top of Gabriel’s head, Lucifer reached out to cup Michael’s chin, running a smooth thumb over his lips.
It was then Michael remembered why Gabriel always ran to Lucifer. “Very well,” he said, moving to pluck Gabriel from Lucifer. “I’ll take him out now, but you have to come with.” Lucifer shrugged with a smile and a small nod, winking down at Gabriel. Michael placed his brother down on the ground before he kneeled down to be eye level with him. “Promise you won’t cry anymore?” He asked, reaching a hand out to dry the child’s tears.
Gabriel gave a small nod, standing with his chest puffed out, lips pursed in a determined line. “I promise,” he said, leaning into Michael’s hand before he reached up to take it between both of his own. “Can we fly over where they make candy?” He asked excitedly, tugging Michael out of the room, wings twitching with excitement.
“That may be a little too low for you,” Michael replied. Gabriel pouted up at him, then his gaze flickered to Lucifer.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I have agree with Michael on that, Gabriel.”
“Well, then can one of you get me candy?” Gabriel looked between them, batting his eyelashes in an exaggerated way. The two older brothers laughed softly, a beautiful sound Gabriel had come to love very much. Especially when he was the reason for such laughter. “Pleeeeeeeeease?” He asked, letting Michael’s hand go so that he could cling to his brothers’ legs; one arm wrapped around Michael’s, the other around Lucifer’s. “I promise I’ll stop throwing things during family meetings,” he promised. Michael smiled softly and leaned down to peel Gabriel from their legs, holding him in his arms.
“As long as you stop throwing things during the family meetings.” Michael was sure this promise would be kept, only because Gabriel would find another way to disrupt the family meetings. The tiny angel grinned at his brothers and leaned in to kiss Michael’s cheek, arms wrapping tightly around his neck as he rested his head against his shoulder. Just because he was learning to fly didn’t mean that he had to fly now. He could let his big brothers do that for him.