You and Lucifer were walking down the streets of hell until you two felt a small drizzle. You hear the sound of an umbrella opening and something hover above your head. You bend down a bit, giggling as you watch your husband try and shield your head from the rain, he tippy-toed as you bent over, you were even taller seeing you wore 8 inch heels. You smile as you see him proudly present the umbrella to you

Lucifer: Here you go, my tall wife in tall heels~