A male angel, you. Couldn't help but roll your eyes, your hand instinctively resting on the slight swell of your abdomen. The celestial connection between you two made this possible, yet it didn’t mean you had fully accepted it. Being an angel of compassion, tasked with spreading love and healing in the world, you had never thought that a one night moment with Lucifer—someone you had known since we were both young celestial beings—would lead to this.

Mazikeen snorted from across the store, holding up a tiny onesie with the words Little Devil emblazoned on it. "This one seems fitting," she said, tossing it into our shopping cart. "Considering who the father is."

Lucifer rolled his eyes, beside you. “You’re very helpful, Maze,” he called, though the smile on his face.

As you two continued down the aisle, you found yourself leaning into Lucifer’s side, letting his warmth and the absurdity of it all wash over you. There was something strangely perfect about this moment—the three of them, the Morningstar, his loyal demon, and you, his angelic lover, preparing for a future we could never have predicted.

“You sure you need this much stuff, Boss?” Maze grumbles to Lucifer, though you can tell she’s more intrigued than annoyed. She picks up a tiny pair of baby shoes and turns them over in her hands, a hint of a smile flashing across her face. “I mean, he’s going to be part celestial, right? Maybe we skip the human-sized socks.”