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Lucifer told himself he was just being hormonal; he wasn’t really upset with Alastor, but as the months got closer and closer to when the baby was due, he was really getting on his nerves. “I can walk down the stairs by myself,” he told Alastor firmly as he grabbed Lucifer’s arm to help him down.
“I’m certain you can, my dear,” he replied. “I’m simply here to help. There’s no reason for you to overexert yourself.”
Lucifer rolled his eyes. He couldn’t be mad at him, it was actually kind of endearing to see how soft and attentive Alastor had become from the moment he told him they were expecting.
Lucifer had been nervous to tell him. He paced their bedroom, holding three pregnancy tests in hand. The first one could have been faulty and the second one could have just been a false positive; it was possible! But as the third one came to life with that pink plus sign, he knew there was no denying it.
He stopped moving when he heard the door open and looked up to see Alastor step inside. “Lu, are you alright?” he asked as he closed the door behind him.
“What? Yeah! Of course! Why?”
He made his way toward him. “Charlie said she hadn’t seen you all day and we were getting concerned.”
“Concerned? Uh, concerned about what?”
Alastor wrapped his arms around him as he stepped closer. “I know how you can be, love,” he replied softly. “And there’s no shame in it. I simply wish to be here for you. You needn’t go through it alone anymore.”
Lucifer nodded. Alastor was talking about his depression. As they’d began courting, Alastor had been a first-hand witness to his bouts of depression every few months. Of course, Alastor would simply assume his recent moodiness was just an episode coming on; he had too until he really started to look at the timeline. He smiled up at the deer. “I appreciate that,” he told him. He took a deep breath. “There is something I wanted to talk to you about.”
Alastor pulled away and took his hand, pulling him to the end of the bed. “Of course, mon cher. What is it?”
Lucifer’s other hand, the one holding the three sticks of plastic were hidden inside the sleeve of his sweater. He took another deep breath before he began. “I know, we talked about it, about how… I mean, the rules are different for sinners than Hell-born, but we weren’t sure how it might be with a sinner and an angel; it’s not something that’s ever happened before.” He paused, hoping Alastor was going to pick up on what he was putting down. The man simply sat there quietly and listened. Lucifer let out a breath and continued, “I… Fine, I’ll just come out and say it! I’m pregnant!”
Alastor leaned back slightly in surprise. Of all the things Lucifer could have wanted to talk about, that hadn’t been what he imagined. “You… You’re pregnant?” he asked for clarification though he’d heard him plain as day.
Lucifer nodded. “Yeah… I… I’m sorry,” he whispered as he looked down. He was certain Alastor didn’t want this. Why would he?! Now he was going to leave just like Lilith left him, only he’d have to raise his baby on his own; she’d stuck around for that at least.
“Sorry for what?” Alastor questioned. Lucifer looked up and met his eyes; there were tears in Alastor’s eyes. He smiled, the most genuine smile Lucifer had ever seen on his face. “We’re going to have a baby!?”
Lucifer nodded, his own smile now taking over his features. “Yeah.”
“That’s wonderful, Lu!” he exclaimed as he wrapped his arms around him tightly.
“Yeah?!”
Alastor pulled away. “Of course!” He rested his hand on Lucifer’s stomach. “Hello, little one,” he whispered softly. “You’re going to have the best daddies Hell has ever seen!”
Alastor had been amazing from day one. He was always right there for anything and everything Lucifer needed or wanted, sometimes even when he didn’t need or want something. Alastor made breakfast for him every day since then, that was where they were headed now, to the kitchen.
Lucifer let him guide him to a seat at the dining table before he went to work preparing the morning meal. “Think I can have pancakes today?” Lucifer asked in a nearly whiney tone.
Alastor turned to him. “Do you want to get gestational diabetes?” he questioned. “I know how much syrup you like with your flat cakes.”
“Come on,” he did whine now. “The baby should be here any day now, it’s not like one helping of pancakes and syrup is gonna kill me.” They still had about six weeks, but his argument still stood.
“I would rather be safe than sorry,” he replied as he turned back to the stove.
Lucifer crossed his arms, resting them atop his large belly and pouted. He was appreciative of Alastor, he really was, but he was feeling smothered. Alastor refused to let him out of his sight or let him do anything since he announced his pregnancy. He knew the man was possessive and protective of those who were important to him, but sometimes he felt like it was just too much. Just the other day he nearly bit Angel’s hand off for feeling Lucifer’s belly.
“So, should be soon, huh?” Charlie had asked as they all casually hung out in the living room.
Lucifer smiled. “Yeah, just another month and a half. I can’t wait either. My back has been killing me.”
“Why didn’t you say anything, dear?” Alastor asked quickly. “I’ll rub your back for you tonight.”
“I bet the kid is gonna be cute,” Angel commented.
Lucifer inhaled sharply and put his hand on his stomach. “Oof! That was a strong kick.”
“They’re kicking?!” Angel asked excitedly. “Can I feel?” He moved closer, reaching his hand out.
Before Lucifer could tell him he was more than welcome to, Alastor grabbed him by the wrist. “Don’t you even think about it,” he snarled, his eyes turning to radio dials and his antlers growing.
“Alastor!” Lucifer scolded him.
Alastor turned to look at his partner, his features melting back into their usual state.
“It’s fine,” Lucifer assured him.
He let go of Angel’s wrist. “He should have waited until you said he could,” he replied as he sat down again. He sat closer to Lucifer than he had been and put an arm around his shoulders.
Lucifer rolled his eyes. “Yeah, you can come feel,” he told Angel.
Angel moved closer cautiously, eyeing Alastor as he did. Lucifer grabbed his hand and rested it on his stomach. “Should feel it right there.”
Angel seemed to hold his breath as he waited, then his face lit up. “Oh, my God! I felt them kick!” He turned to look at Husk. “I felt them kick!”
“Congratulations kid,” he replied unenthused.
“You wanna feel?!”
Husk glanced at Alastor and then looked back at Angel. “I think I’ll just wait until the baby’s here.”
Lucifer reminded himself that Alastor cared and he was just being protective, not only of him but of their baby too. “Eat up!” Alastor said as he set a bowl of oatmeal down in front of Lucifer and a plate of fruits sitting next to it. He knew Alastor felt bad about not letting him have pancakes when he saw the apple slices amongst the fruit. He grabbed one immediately and stuffed it into his mouth. He frowned.
“I don’t think the baby really likes apples.” He chewed and swallowed. “It doesn’t taste right.”
“Your sense of taste is off kilter, dear,” Alastor replied as he sat down with his own bowl of oatmeal. “I’m sure everything will taste normal again after the baby comes.”
Lucifer nodded. He reached over and grabbed Alastor’s hand. He smiled. “I can’t wait till they’re here.” He rubbed his thumb against the back of Alastor’s hand. “You’re gonna be a great dad.”
Alastor smiled faintly. “I hope so,” he whispered. He hadn’t said it aloud, but Lucifer knew he had trepidation about becoming a father because of his own; he was scared he would inevitably become just like the man no matter how hard he tried not to be.
Lucifer pulled his hand closer and kissed it. “Thank you for breakfast,” he told him sincerely. “I really do appreciate how you’ve been taking care of me.”
Alastor smiled softly. “Of course. You’re very welcome.” He acted nonchalant, but he couldn’t hide the blush that had colored his cheeks.
***
Since they’d started dating, Alastor had become a cuddler; he and Lucifer were both touch-starved in their own way. Lucifer at least had his daughter and he was close friends with the other sins who were all physically affectionate in their own way, but Alastor had no one really. He had Niffty, of course, but she could be too much sometimes and her chaotic nature made it so she didn’t often have time for Alastor and the affection he was in such desperate need of.
As they laid in bed, Alastor rested his head against Lucifer’s stomach, listening for the child rolling around inside. Lucifer carded his fingers through Alastor’s hair as they laid there. “Do you think they can hear us?” Alastor asked almost reverently.
“I think so,” Lucifer answered.
Alastor chuckled. “Hopefully not everything,” he teased as he glanced up at his partner.
Lucifer’s cheeks turned golden. He knew Alastor would have been more than happy to not have any kind of sexual relations from the moment they knew they were expecting, but for Lucifer, being pregnant made him even hornier than usual. Alastor seemed almost happy to help him out.
“Yeah, well…” He didn’t know what to say to that.
Alastor just smiled some more as he nuzzled against his partner’s stomach again. “We haven’t exactly agreed upon names, you know,” he mentioned. “And he or she is supposed to be here sooner rather than later.”
Lucifer nodded. “I know. I haven’t really thought about it too much, honestly,” he admitted.
“If we have a girl, I want to name her Lydia,” Alastor said matter-of-factly. He got quiet as he continued, “After my mother.”
Lucifer smiled. “I’d be okay with that. Any boy names?”
“Certainly not naming him after my father,” he commented.
Lucifer laughed. “Not mine either. I don’t think I could look at my baby if I had to call him ‘God’ every time I talked to him.”
This made Alastor laugh in turn. “Well, maybe we can go with something simple, like Bob.”
“You wanna name a baby ‘Bob’? What is wrong with you?!” he teased. “Who looks at a baby and says ‘yep, that’s a Bob’?”
Alastor sat up and looked at him, an amused smile on his face. “Well, I don’t hear you coming up with any bright ideas.”
“Well, I have a daughter named Charlie, so maybe we can give our boy a girl name,” he joked. “Like Gloria!”
“That name is atrocious and I should leave you for even suggesting it,” Alastor teased.
Lucifer pouted. “But I’m pregnant! You wouldn’t leave me, now would you?”
Alastor chuckled good-naturedly. “You’re lucky you’re cute.” He leaned down and kissed him. Lucifer wrapped his arms around his partner and pulled him close; as close as he could with his large belly in between them.
Lucifer finally pulled away. “I will be so happy once my body is back to normal. I love this kid already, but I hate feeling so out of place with my own body.”
Alastor smiled at him softly and rested his hand on his cheek. “You’re still as beautiful as ever to me, my dear. Nothing could ever make me love you less.”
Lucifer smiled and looked away coyly as heat filled his cheeks. When they’d first met, he’d never have imagined Alastor being someone who was sweet with his words, but when they finally got together, he found out quickly just how much Alastor enjoyed talking. Lucifer, in turn, took great pleasure in listening to him. Almost every night, since Lucifer had told him he was pregnant, Alastor sang or talked to the little angel growing inside him.
Alastor laid back down, resting his head against Lucifer’s stomach, his arm wrapped around him and resting on the other side to pull him close. He hummed softly. Lucifer smiled at the vibration and reached down to scratch at the base of Alastor’s ears. Alastor traded his humming for a contented sigh. “Samuel?” he suggested, going back to baby names. He chuckled. “Then we could always call him ‘Sammy’.”
Lucifer smiled. It did fit with his theme of a classic name that then had an opposite gender nickname. “It’s not bad.” He continued to scratch at Alastor’s ear. “You hoping for a boy or a girl?”
“I’m hoping for a happy, healthy, baby,” he replied.
“Yeah, but I mean, you aren’t hoping for a boy or a girl in particular?”
He shook his head slightly. “Not really.” He paused. “I think I’d be better with a little girl,” he admitted. “I think I’d almost feel out of place with a boy.”
“That’s fair,” he replied. Lucifer knew how difficult it was for Alastor to relate to other men sometimes. Even when he was alive, he was softer and what many considered more ‘feminine’ than was decidedly ‘acceptable’. He’d been raised by a loving and devoted mother with a father who treated both him and his mother as lower-class beings. Lucifer knew human history, but he never understood why humans did what they did with the free-will they’d been given. “Either way,” Lucifer went on, “you’re going to be an amazing father.”
Alastor squeezed him a little tighter. “You really think so?”
“I know so.”