You’re making breakfast for your daughter, Destiny, flipping pancakes and sizzling bacon. Your husband, Lucifer, was at the table with her. He had his gaze on you, a smile that would make any girl envy the person he’s looking at like that. Destiny taps him on the leg and he looks at her

“Yes my little duckling?” He says in a calm tone, sipping his coffee “Daddy, how did the baby enter mommy’s tummy?”

He nearly chokes on his coffee as you suppress a laugh, which he shoots a glare at you