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Lucifer paced back and forth, eyes never leaving his love’s unconscious figure resting in their shared bed. Meanwhile, Sabrina sat, clutching Ambrose’s hand. Lucifer willed himself to look away, stopping to scream in frustration. The love of his existence was in jeopardy and he didn’t know what was wrong.
“Borgus, get in here!” He yelled, knowing the servant was just outside the door.
“Yes, my Lord,” he said, rushing his small body to the alpha.
“Distract me.”
“What?” Borgus spoke ahead of himself, receiving a threatening look in return.
“Do something! Where is the potato peeler?” He shouted.
“Right here sir,” Borgus pulled out the kitchen too from a hidden uniform pocket.
“Good. You know what to do,” Lucifer said with finality.
Wincing, Borgus pushed his sleeve up and began peeling the skin off his forearm.
“What?! No! What the fuck?” Sabrina exclaimed to her father, but to no avail. Feeling herself getting sick, she rushed away from them. The servant kept going and Lucifer kept staring.
. . .
“We came as fast as we cou—OH, my Lord!” Hilda screamed when she saw the scene before her. The minion stood beside a pile of his own skin shavings. Lucifer was still staring at the gore before registering her voice.
“Oh, thank him, you’re here!” He said with inappropriate relief.
“Thank him, indeed,” Zelda said excitedly, “what in the matter is wro—“
“Oh, my Ambrose!” Hilda cried at the sight of her beloved nephew unconscious in bed.
“Ambrose,” Zelda called, fully expecting a response, “Ambrose.” Getting agitated when he didn’t answer, she turned to Lucifer, yelling “what did you do to him?!”
Taking a deep breath and regaining his composure before beheading this woman, Lucifer said “I am going to honor my mate…” he began approaching the woman calmly but grabbed her jaw with a threatening grip, “and spare him from waking up to the sight of me slitting his aunt’s throat, and you… are going to FIX HIM! Now watch your mouth, witch!”
No one dared to move, both Zelda and Hilda scared to stillness. Then Sabrina came in.
“Dad, what are you doing?!”
“Nothing that concerns your impressionable mind, young one. Now, run along,” Lucifer said, slightly tightening grip on Zelda’s jaw.
“Release her,” she demanded.
“I will,” he said almost jokingly, amused and undermining the depth of the situation.
“Now!”
He held it for a few more seconds, glancing over to Sabrina and Hilda—and fucking Caliban, why the fuck is he here—before returning his gaze to Zelda. The two alpha’s stares fought for dominance until Lucifer relented and swiped his hand away. He sighed in sorrow, finally looking at his mate again.
“… He said he was tired at the ball so I suggested we retire for the night. The next thing I knew Ambrose was falling. I caught him in time.” Lucifer explained.
“Oh, well,” Hilda trailed, rather than saying it dismissively. She walked over to Ambrose’s side and pulled a vile from her pocket. Lucifer looked at her vehemently but stayed silent and curious as she waved it in front of Ambrose’s nose. “Wakey-wakey,” she whispered.
After a moment, Ambrose’s face twitched. He just barely opened his eyes before groaning “Lu. Lucy… Lucy,” getting more panicked with each groggy call.
Lucifer ran to his side, almost pushing Hilda to the side. He held the omega’s hand tightly, saying “Are you alright, sweetheart? You had a terrible fall.”
“I think I’m alright. I’m… a little thirsty.”
“Borgus!” Lucifer called, making everyone in the room jump, “get him some juice, orange preferably… and keep it coming.” With that, the servant was grabbing his skin from off the ground and running to do what he was told. “Make sure you wash your hands!”
“Any idea what made this happen?” Lucifer asked, finally addressing the family in the room again.
“He’s probably been exhausted. Running around and hosting all day is not fit for an omega in his condition,” Zelda said.
“Condition?” Lucifer questioned.
Confused, Zelda cautiously continued “well, he’s obviously pregnant—smells like twins.” She looked around, reading the wide eyes across the room, “wait… you didn’t know?”
“No, I didn’t know,” Lucifer shouted, “you’re the bloody midwife. His scent had changed lately, but… pregnant?”
“Yes,” she confirmed, “he’s about a month along.”
With no more will to argue further, Lucifer looked back at Ambrose to find that he was crying.
“Darling, what’s wrong?” He asked,
“We did it,” Ambrose smiled, contagiously causing Lucifer to smile too, “we’re having a baby.”
“Two, actually,” the Dark Lord corrected before holding his mate in his arms. Forgetting their company, the pair exchanged “I love you’s” and tenderly kissed one another, feeling the warmth of the moment until their guests took the hint and left.