The next day, Michael woke up with Amber resting with her head on his chest. He simply stared at her. How could a human be so interesting to an angel? It made no sense. Had his father known he would fall madly in love with Amber when he assigned him the task of taking care of her? Probably.
While he was thinking, Amber stirred from her sleep and sat up, her hair a total rats nest on her head. Humans are just too adorable. He thought.
"Good morning Mike," she mumbled, rubbing sleep from her eyes. "Ugggh it's so earlyyyy," she whined softly.
"I'll make breakfast, you get dressed," Michael ordered, standing up. She crawled off the couch and walked up the stairs to her room. Michael looked at the eggs and pan. "Okay.... I can do this," he muttered to himself before cracking the egg over the pan and turning on the stove. "Easy enough." As he tried to make scrambled eggs, he burned himself three times, causing him to yell some very unangelic words and laughter to come from upstairs. Finally, Amber walked down the stairs and laughed at the archangel pouting.
"The stove burned me."
Amber could only laugh. "Do you want me to scold it?" She turned to the stove. "Bad stove! Bad, bad stove!" She scolded sarcastically. "Feel better Michael?"
"I think I'll live," he healed his hand. "I'm sorry.... I can't cook.... that's usually Gabriel. I'm good at blowing stuff up," he sounded like a child.
"Like my stove?" Amber chuckled.
"Shut up."
Amber laughed again. "Well, I'll be home later. Please don't blow up anything while I'm gone."
"That was insulting to my intelligence."
As Amber shut the door, she screamed "WHAT INTELLIGENCE?"
Michael rolled his eyes and went over to the couch. Is this what humans did all day? Sit? This is boring, he thought to himself. He walked outside and stretched his wings in the backyard. He decided to take a fly around town. He flew over the school, supermarket, mall, and playground. He decided to land near the playground. It sounded creepy, but he enjoyed watching children play. It reminded him of the innocence that he and his little brother Lucifer used to have. The children would scream and run and laugh, but they never got tired. They would build a sandcastle in the sandbox and the wind would knock it down, but they would start over, this time using a different strategy. They were happy and carefree. They had no shame.
That's how Michael wanted all humans to be like.
To him, they were children. No older than a million years old when he was trillions of years old. They would try to look big and strong and they would fight, but in the end they were all the same. Black or white, male or female, young and old, they were human. They sinned. They made mistakes.
Then God would set them right. He would punish them for fighting and they would ask him for forgiveness. When God asked him and the other angels to love these humans, Michael didn't understand at first. They were cockroaches to him. But after a couple million years with them, they grew on him. They were funny. They helped each other. And the weirdest thing was, the people who had little to give gave the most, and the people who has the most to give gave the least. Humans would always and forever confuse him.
The moral of this lesson?
He just wanted his little brother Lucifer back.
He didn't want to fight. He didn't want to kill Lucifer. He wanted to chase him around Heaven, wiggling his fingers in a teasing matter while his little brother shrieked and laughed. That was the best memory Michael had of his brother.
And when his father first made Lucifer he was awestruck.
~Flashback~
"Careful Michael. Hold his head," God gave Michael the small child. Michael, who was no older than five, took his little brother into his arms, cradling him there. The baby snuggled into his chest, yawning. Michael felt a strong urge to take this little one and hide him. Hide him away from every bad thing. Keep him safe.
"What's his name, Dad?" Michael asked.
"His name is Lucifer, Michael, and he's your baby brother."
"My what?" Michael asked, tilting his head.
"He's your brother. You share the same blood."
"So I protect him, right Dad? I protect him no matter what?" Michael asked, holding the sleeping boy closer to his chest.
"Exactly, son."
~End of Flashback~
The memory brought tears to Michael's eyes. Lucifer had been so innocent back then. So carefree and happy.
He missed that little boy who fell asleep on his big brother's chest.
He missed those sweet giggles that filled the air when Michael made a funny face or tickled his brother.
He missed the flying lessons where Lucifer tried his hardest to make his brother proud, even though Michael couldn't be prouder.
He missed his baby brother.

This is a chapter giving you a little more back story on Michael and Lucifer. Pretty sure this is how Michael and Lucifer's childhood was.
Anyway, sorry for the late update...
-Abby🖖🖖👌👌