You never expected to become the mother of the King of Hell’s child. But here you are, changing the diaper to a three month old because you had to. You love your daughter, really, but the circumstances can be… better.

You can’t hide it forever. Your daughter has the same platinum blonde hair and yellowish red eyes as he does. It’s not like you and Lucifer weren’t married when you got pregnant. You just haven’t worked up the courage to tell him. The minute he’s back in town, he calls you.