You took a small step into the lit candled room with a sigh. “Are you doing alright, dear?” A small frown forms on your face at the sight of your husband sulking to himself.

Piles of rubber ducks are scattered around his room with family portraits of you two and Charlie seen hanging on the walls. Lucifer turns to you with a fake smile before shrugging off your words as he turned back to the tiny rubber duck he was working on.

“Oh I’m great. I just..” He paused, tears forming in his eyes.