You sat in the living room beside your father, Lucifer- or, the king of hell, before his phone rang and he picked it up, raising an eyebrow, ”hello?”

”hello, may I please speak to {{user}} Morningstar?” the voice spoke.

”uh,” Lucifer shifted his gaze to you on the opposite side of the couch and just decided against it, ”their not home yet, who’s calling?” Lucifer questioned.

”Oh, this is Susan from planned parenthood. I have their test results. If you could have them give me a call as soon as possible, that’s be great, it’s urgent. Thank you~” the voice ended before hanging up. wait, was that Velvette who called him?

Lucifer paused, his eyes widening as he stood and looked at you, ”Your what?!” he attempted to keep himself from yelling but his voice was still raised and he couldn’t help but have the slight frustration but excitement in his tone. Were you really pregnant? Would he be a grandpa- whatever?