Lucifer's POV
The feeling of winning a war felt great. The first thing on my mind was to go home, go back to the arms of my love, to tell him we won and to tell him I missed him.
With a tiny smile on my face I flew home, I couldn't wait to see the little munchkin in my arms, telling me how much he missed me. He would probably have cried too, he was always a cute crybaby.
However, the sight in front of me was something I would never want to repeat. For my mate to be in the arms of a soldier, unconscious, so vulnerable, it struck my heart. Why? This was too cruel. Was it karma?
Why did everyone I love have to die?
When my people saw me, they all started talking, pointing to the soldier who was frantically trying to find a doctor. I couldn't hear them.
I ran towards him, and took him back from the soldier.
Everything happened so fast, a doctor was rushing with me into the castle. My mate was perspiring in my arms, his eyes scrunched up in pain.
His belly was significantly bigger and he felt heavier.
Impossible isn't it? How could his belly grow this fast in the span of 5 days?
Without caring much anymore, I set him down on the bed of the hospital room we had and the doctor got to business.
I was told to wait outside, which I rejected. But she insisted. For the sake of Noah, I stepped out. My heart was beating in my ears.
I was at the point of hyperventilating, and it was the first time I felt this way. It was foreign. It was scary.
He must've suffered so much in the 5 days.
The back of my shirt was soaked with my blood. The wound I sustained when a bitch sliced my back hurt, but I didn't care. It would heal eventually.
I was so worried, I started pacing.
Seconds passed
Minutes passed.
Then hours.
When the doctor came out she stared at me. She was shocked too.
"I'm gonna have to take the baby out by C-section. He carried the baby for a very short period of time. But it was as if he carried it Long enough for the baby to develop fully. If I take the baby out now, there is a 50-50 chance of both surviving or one." The doctor explained.
"Save Noah." Was my instant reply. I knew he would have wanted to save the baby, but I could not lose him. Not Now.
I gave her the consent she needed and she got down to working. I sat outside the door and prayed. I didn't know to who, but I prayed. I prayed to whatever shit god was out there that I didn't know off, every but the people of the heaven realm. I prayed and prayed.
An hour and I heard the most beautiful sounds.
The cries of my baby. I barged into the room, my eyes already slightly watery, only to see the doctor holding onto my delicate baby.
She set the baby down quickly and went to work with Noah. He looked like he was suffering, any form of happiness sudden faded away.
"He's going to be okay, isn't he?" I whispered desperately.
Another nurse came in and took care of the baby, whom I gave a kiss through a little glass that covered him.
"I'm going to make sure my Queen is okay." The doctor assured. Nonetheless, I was still afraid.
"Please. I can't lose him." I was desperate.
She nodded and invited me out again. Deciding I should check on my baby, I went to the other part of the hospital room. I saw my baby through a glass. Where he was being wrapped up in a grey cloth.
"Please let your mummy be okay." I whispered to our baby.
We still have to name our baby together.
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