"Kitten," he groaned.
"Yes?" I look at him with an innocent look. He was sleeping and I was busy annoying him, giggling to myself.
"I'm trying to sleep," he murmured, closing his eyes again. I peppered his face with kisses which I felt him smile at. "Someone's quite hyper today."
"I'm just really happy," I grin out. "So, when is it?"
"We got engaged yesterday, so I'm not really sure. Maybe three years?" I frown and begin to push him.
"Lucifer!" I whine, pouting slightly.
"I'm kidding, I'm kidding! But I am not really sure. When do you want to get married?"
"Before or after the baby is born. I don't want to look fat," I mumble.
"You can never look fat."
"Actually, I can because when you get pregnant you get bigger and–"
"I know, I know! But you'll look perfect either way."
"What if I don't lose the baby fat, though? Ew, I won't look good! We literally only have one month before I'll probably start to show more!"
"A month?"
"I'm four months gone, Lucifer."
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The Mystery Man | completed
Short Story"What happened? Are you okay?" "It was weird, it was as if I was dancing with Lucifer himself." ~ In which a girl believes she has met Lucifer, the Devil. --- COVER CREDIT: peakybooo (give her some love, she's honestly an amazing person) Highest ran...
