“She is pregnant,” doctor said.

Sofi lay unconscious on the hospital bed, her face pale yet peaceful. The words echoed in the hall, carrying a weight no one had expected.

"Call her parents," she said .

"Sure," he replied. Doctor nodded and left, leaving him alone with the overwhelming news.

Lucifer's hand flew to his mouth. His heart pounded against his ribs, his breathing unsteady.

Oh my God… Is this real? he asked himself, staring at Sofi. The thought of a tiny life growing inside her, their child, sent a rush of emotions through him. His chest tightened, his fingers trembling slightly.

A laugh built inside him, raw and joyous, threatening to escape. But before it could—

He noticed them.

Sofi's teacher and a boy, likely her classmate, stood nearby, watching with concern. His emotions shut down instantly. The joy on his face vanished, replaced by an unreadable mask.

"You can go. I'll take care of her," he said, his tone cool and composed.

Teacher hesitated but eventually nodded. "Alright. Let’s go, Kevin."

Kevin, however, didn’t move. His eyes remained locked on the room where Sofi was , something unreadable flickering in them.

Lucifer’s jaw tightened. He didn’t like it.

"Kevin," teacher nudged his arm, snapping him out of his trance.

Kevin blinked and turned toward her. "Let's go," she repeated.

With one last reluctant glance at the hospital room, Kevin finally nodded and walked away. But even as he left, his gaze kept darting back to where Sofi was.

Lucifer waited until they disappeared before a slow, bright smile crept onto his face. He could finally breathe.

Stepping closer to the door, he glanced through the small mirror panel, catching a glimpse inside.

My Sofi is going to be a mom… and I’m going to be a dad.

He let the words sink in, his fingers grazing the doorframe. Father. The word felt foreign yet powerful. She was his. And now, their bond was forever.

Just then, his phone rang. His brows furrowed as he pulled it out, glancing at the unknown number before answering.

"Sir, your wife's report is here. Please come, the doctor is calling for you," the nurse said.

His smile didn’t waver, but something inside him stilled for a second. A flicker of unease.

Then, just as quickly, it disappeared. His grip on the phone tightened, his heartbeat steady.

God is really showering me today he thought, cutting the call.

He turned back to the room, placing a gentle hand on the door.

"I’ll be right back, Sofi," he whispered, his voice low, almost reverent.

And with that, he left.

***

Lucifer sat in front of the doctor, his face carefully composed, but his fingers tapped restlessly against the armrest. The silence stretched, thick and unbearable, as the doctor scanned through the reports.

It’s been a while sitting here. Just tell me already. Is she going to die? I have to go to Sofi. Stop wasting time. His thoughts raced, his fingers tapping restlessly on the chair’s armrest.

Finally, the doctor placed the reports on the table.

Lucifer straightened, slipping back into character instantly. His face shifted from irritation to concern.

"Is everything alright?" he asked, his voice filled with worry.

The doctor sighed, adjusting his glasses. "I’m sorry, Mr. Lucifer… but your wife has a stomach tumor."

"We haven't identified the exact cause," he began, glancing up, "but it appears she's been taking some kind of medication for a long time—something that caused severe side effects, ultimately leading to this."

Lucifer’s jaw clenched. He leaned forward slightly, feigning concern.

"It's… curable, right?" he asked, his voice steady, almost hopeful.

Say yes… say it’s  that bad… say it’s not  fixable. words pounded in his mind, a silent chant.

Doctor exhaled deeply, shaking his head. "Unfortunately, in her case… it’s not. It’s been too long. The tumor has spread. Her life is at risk."

The air in the room turned suffocating.

Lucifer blinked, his lips parting slightly. "What do you mean?" His voice barely carried across the space.

Doctor hesitated before delivering the final blow. "She has… one month."

Something flickered in Lucifer’s eyes. His fingers tightened into a fist. The room felt eerily still.

"No… that can’t be true," he whispered, shaking his head slightly. "That’s impossible!" His voice rose, the perfect amount of shock layered into his tone.

"I’m sorry," the doctor said quietly.

Lucifer inhaled sharply, as if absorbing the weight of the news. Then, he straightened, his expression shifting from disbelief to determination.

"There has to be a solution," he pushed. "Surgery, medication, an operation—something!"

The doctor hesitated before responding, "There were options… but her condition has worsened. Maybe she didn’t tell you before, but from what I see in these reports, she’s been suffering for a long time."

Lucifer leaned back in his chair, running a hand down his face. He exhaled shakily, as if the reality was finally sinking in.

On the outside, he was the picture of devastation— his eyes glossed over, his breathing shallow.

But inside… joy curled in his chest like fire.

One month… only one month left. God, you really do love me.

The doctor stood up, about to leave.

"Take care of her," he said, his voice laced with sympathy.

"Will she be on bed rest?" he asked, his voice carefully controlled.

The doctor shook his head. "No, she won’t. She’ll be fine by tomorrow or even tonight itself . You can take her home."

Lucifer remained silent for a second. Then—

"Doctor."

The doctor paused and turned.

Lucifer stood as well, facing him directly.

"Please… don’t tell her," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

The doctor frowned. "What?"

Lucifer inhaled sharply, his shoulders tensing. "I don’t care if it’s true… if she only has one month left," he murmured. "But I don’t want her to die before her time actually comes. Just knowing she’s dying… that thought alone would kill her faster."

His eyes held something unreadable—something raw, desperate.

The doctor studied him for a long moment. Then, with a slow nod, he agreed.

"Alright."

"But…" the doctor continued, adjusting his glasses. "She will experience frequent episodes of blood vomiting. It will become obvious to her that something is wrong."

Lucifer’s jaw tensed. He couldn’t let that happen.

"Is there anything that can stop it?" he asked, his tone sharp.

The doctor exhaled, flipping through the report once more. "Possibly… if she stops taking that medication. It seems to be a contributing factor."

Lucifer nodded slowly, absorbing the information. A faint smirk almost tugged at his lips, but he suppressed it.

It’s not like she needs them anymore.

"Alright. I’ll take care of it," he said smoothly.

The doctor gave him a brief, tired nod before standing up.

Lucifer remained seated, his fingers pressing lightly against his lips, as if in deep thought. But inside—he was already planning his next move.

Lucifer watched him leave, his sorrowful mask still in place.

But the moment the door clicked shut behind the doctor—

A slow, twisted smile crept onto his lips.

One month…

And for the first time in a long time, he truly felt at peace.

***

Lucifer stood in the elevator, gripping a small paper bag containing the medicines the doctor had prescribed for Ella. The hum of the lift filled the silence—he was alone.

His fingers twitched with excitement. His chest rose and fell in deep breaths, barely containing the euphoria bubbling inside him.

Slowly, he turned toward the large mirror on the wall. His reflection stared back at him. For a second, he only observed himself—his wild eyes, the faint tremble of his lips. Then—

A smile.

That smile twisted into a smirk.

And then—

A loud, unhinged laugh erupted from his throat, echoing through the confined space. His body shook with sheer exhilaration.

I can't believe it… Finally! Finally! Two dreams in one day!  He ran a hand through his hair, eyes gleaming as he leaned in closer to the mirror.

My Sofi… my perfect, beautiful Sofi… she’s pregnant. She’s going to give birth to my child—our child—just like I always imagined! His fingers pressed against the cold glass, his breath fogging up the surface.

Then, his smirk darkened. His head tilted slightly as another thought slithered into his mind.

And on the other side… Ella is about to disappear from our lives forever.

He chuckled, a sinister glint in his eyes. His fingers curled into fists as he muttered under his breath, "Sofi, you don’t even know what a blessing you’re giving me."

His heart pounded with feverish anticipation.

As soon as Ella is gone, I’ll create circumstances that will make  you to be mine. Your family… oh, they’ll have no choice. They’ll beg me to marry you. They’ll think it’s their decision, but in reality… he let out a breathy laugh, it will all be my doing.

A wicked smirk stretched across his lips.

Soon, Sofi… soon, it’ll be just me, you, and our child. Together. Forever.

Just then, his phone rang. The screen flashed with a familiar name—his father-in-law.

His smirk deepened. Should I give him the good news? Let him know he’s going to be a grandpa?

He pressed accept, his expression shifting in an instant. His voice became calm, controlled—deceptively normal.

“Lucifer, where are you? Do you have any idea how late it is? Where is Sofi?” Sofi’s father asked, his voice sharp with concern.

Lucifer exhaled, forcing hesitation into his tone. “Dad… I’m at the hospital.”

A pause.

“What? What are you doing there?”

Lucifer let silence stretch for a moment before responding, his voice dropping just enough to sound distressed.

“Sofi is hospitalized.”

The panic in the older man’s voice was immediate. “What?! Why?!”

Lucifer closed his eyes for dramatic effect before whispering, “She’s pregnant.”

Dead silence.

Then, a sharp inhale from the other side.

“What?!” Sofi’s father choked out.

Lucifer bit his lip, faking concern. “Ella and I are here. She needs us.”

“We’re coming,” the older man said hurriedly and ended the call.

Lucifer pulled the phone away from his ear, staring at the blank screen.

Then, ever so slowly—

That eerie smirk returned.

He let out another quiet chuckle, his fingers ghosting over his reflection in the mirror.

With that, the elevator doors slid open, and Lucifer stepped out, still smiling like a man who had just been granted the universe.

***

Lucifer stepped into Ella’s hospital room, his expression carefully crafted into one of concern. She was sitting up in bed, her back resting against the pillows, looking pale but alert.

"Here, your medicine," he said as he walked toward her, placing the small packet on the bedside table.

Ella's eyes met his, filled with uncertainty. “Lucifer… what happened to me?”

He sat beside her, reaching for her hands and holding them gently between his own. His grip was warm, reassuring.

"Nothing happened," he said smoothly, his voice laced with soft reassurance.

She frowned. "Nothing? Then why did I have blood vomiting? I didn’t tell you before, but… it’s happened before as well."

Lucifer exhaled as if reluctant to say it. "Yeah… the doctor said it was because of your recent miscarriage."

Her lips parted slightly.

He nodded, stroking the back of her hand with his thumb. "But don’t worry. The doctor prescribed medicine. You’ll be fine after taking this."

She let out a shaky breath of relief. "Thank God… I was scared for a moment."

His lips curled into a soft smile. “You don’t have to be. As long as I’m here, there’s no need to be scared.”

His voice was so tender, so convincing.

Ella’s eyes softened as she looked at him. She squeezed his hand. “You’re right.”

A comfortable silence settled between them, stretching for minutes.

Then—

"Lucifer… how long do I need to stay here?" she asked.

“doctor said you can leave after taking this medicine tonight,” he replied.

"Thank God," she sighed in relief. "You know I hate hospitals."

A low chuckle left his lips. "I know."

Silence again. But this time, it was heavier. Like something was lingering in the air, waiting to be said.

Lucifer exhaled. "Ella, I need to tell you something."

She glanced at him. "Go ahead."

He hesitated for just a second before speaking.

"Sofi is here."

Ella blinked, confused. "What? Why? Did you call her because of my condition?"

He shook his head. "No."

Her brows furrowed. "Then why is she here?"

Lucifer’s fingers tightened around hers. His voice was measured, deliberate.

"She’s pregnant."

The color drained from Ella’s face. Her entire body stiffened as his words sank in.

"What?" she whispered. Then, louder, "What?! How can she—?!" Her breathing quickened, panic setting in.

Lucifer placed a hand on her shoulder. "Relax, Ella."

"Relax? How do you expect me to relax?!" Her chest rose and fell rapidly. "Was everything she went through not enough? And now… now she has to carry her rapist child?!"

Lucifer’s jaw twitched at the way she said it. His child.

His fists clenched, nails digging into his palms.

But he controlled himself.

“Ella,” he said, forcing calmness into his tone.

But she was shaking her head, eyes wild with distress. "No. No, she won’t carry his child. She won’t."

Lucifer’s eyes darkened slightly. "What do you mean?"

“She has to abort it,” Ella said firmly.

Lucifer stared at her with blank eyes, completely still.

The air in the room shifted. The warmth from earlier vanished, replaced by something colder, something unreadable.

His eyes darkened. His fingers twitched, curling slightly against his palm.

Abort it? The words echoed in his mind, each syllable sharpening like a blade.