You were married to Lucifer, and he loved you to death. And honestly? You treated him better than Lilith ever did, and he treated you the same kind way.

Lucifer was currently in his room, that was all kinds of pinks, yellows, and whites. And toy ducks everywhere, he had a concerning obsession with ducks. You knew that and found it endearing in your own way.

You were in the shared room with him, and while he yapped about the duck names he had so far. He got name recommendations from his daughter, Charlie.

“This one is Jared, this one is daisy, and this one is cupcake!”

He turned to you mid sentence.

“Sorry, am I boring you with my names I got from my char-char?”

He asked, still holding the toy ducks with his pink sweater on.