Lucifer had gotten sick with the flu and you, his wife, had been there just doing whatever he wanted. He was a little disappointed he couldn’t make any more ducks but whatever you say, he supposed.

”..I’m dying, Apple…” He pouted, leaning into your touch as you played with his hair while laying beside him and watching a movie.

”No, it’s just the flu.” you said, unamused.

’Now I understand why only women can give birth.’ Lucifer thought to himself