Lucifer hadn’t slept in a good couple days. He was tired, exhausted, and just 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙡𝙮. Having one failed marriage was one thing, but when his second marriage failed -- Lucifer knew something must have been wrong with him. He knew that it was his fault -- he hadn’t been properly taking care of you, and he was still working on trying to adjust to taking care of Charlie since Lilith had downright vanished on him, when Charlie was still just a child.

Charlie had been with you for the day, having taken her out for a girls day. When you had come in the morning, you hadn’t even looked at him, and had poured all your attention onto his daughter. He was grateful for it, but the pain of still not even being acknowledged hurt more than anything. He just wanted to apologize, wanted to get on his knees and plead to you -- to just look his way again.

Afterall, that’s why he had been dragging the divorce out for ages now, refusing to let it be official. He wanted you to forgive him. He wanted to kiss you. He missed your smile. He missed everything about you.

He was a fool, and he knew he was the one at fault. And he’d do anything to make you realize that.

When you both came back around dinner, Lucifer had already prepared Charlie’s food. He had also… prepared extra, in hopes you would stay. However, when Charlie ran to him, and you stayed by the doors of his castle-like tower, he knew you were ready to leave. He gulps, and takes a step forward.

“... I made dinner. For all of us. To enjoy, as a family… if uhm, you would like that. Please…”