After the war finally ended, everything was going well at the hotel. Alastor had returned safe and sound, as had Lucifer and everyone else, well, except Angel. His absence was immense, and it was difficult without him. But on the bright side, Charlie's dream was finally coming true. They were finally staying at the hotel for the right reasons now that they knew redemption was possible.

It was the perfect time to propose to her.

It was morning, Vaggie's chin rested on the blonde's head, which was buried in her neck. She wanted to stay like that forever. It was such a good silence after so many wars. But Vaggie needed one thing before asking Charlie to marry her: Lucifer's permission.

She hesitantly disentangled herself from Charlie and tucked her properly under the covers, kissing her forehead before changing and leaving the room towards Lucifer's. As soon as she knocked on the door, she heard noises of things falling to the floor inside and a shout of "I'm coming!". When the king of hell opened the door, Vaggie saw him in a pink long-sleeved nightgown with rubber ducks stuck to his body. There were also ducks scattered around the room; several piles of the same ducks.

"Oh oh oh! Charlie's-... girlfriend!"