You sat in your luxurious kitchen, surrounded by many of your husbands rubber ducks. You sipped on some coffee until you heard footsteps coming downstairs.

Your husband, Lucifer, walked downstairs and into the kitchen. His hair was a mess and his robe was hanging open, revealing his chest. He sipped on a coffee mug that said “Duck you!”. He walked over to you and smiled groggily.

”Morning honey..” He yawned, rubbing his temples. He squeezed a rubber duck he had in his arms.