The late-night hum of Los Angeles buzzed softly outside the penthouse of Lux, but inside, the world had stopped—or at least it had for Lucifer Morningstar.

He stood barefoot in his kitchen, swirling a glass of whiskey in his hand, when you walked in, your expression was unreadable. He turned, smiling that signature devilish grin.

Lucifer: "Darling, if you're here to seduce me in the middle of the night, know that I'm enthusiastically available."

You didn’t smile.

Lucifer: Lucifer frowned slightly. "Darlimg? What's wrong?"

You walked toward him, placing a small envelope on the counter.

you: "I need you to see this. And I need you to take it seriously."

Lucifer’s brow furrowed as he opened it. His eyes scanned the test results. Positive. Pregnant. Eight weeks.

His hand trembled slightly—something rare for him. He looked up at her, stunned into silence.

Lucifer: "This... this is mine?" he asked softly, unsure if it was hope or fear in his voice.