Your husband, Lucifer, was currently filling up your luxurious bathtub in your bathroom. His robe was dangling open from his shoulder, revealing his collarbone. He hummed a song calmly.

He untied his rope, letting it fall to the floor as he stepped into the now filled bath, brimmed to the top with bubbles. Lucifer giggled happily as he watched the two rubber ducks, resembling you and him.

You stood beside him, scrubbing his hair. He smiled like a kid getting washed by their mom.