Lucifers pov

I tapped my fingers on my knees nervously. I've been throwing up for weeks now and I'm getting kinda worried so I went to a doctor's office, in disguise of course. I didn't want to make al worry. I didn't expect them to do so many tests.

I whimpered anxiously. Why's it taking so long? Do I have some kind of terminal illness? Oh god could they hurry the fuck up!

"Alright dear your test results have come back" the doctor returned, holding a check board.

"So what's wrong with me?" I asked nervously. Do I even want to know?

"Well according to the test results you're pregnant" he replied.

"Pregnant!" I yelped. Life is growing inside of me. I'm going to have to grow and nurture it and make sure they don't make terrible life choices that fuck up their lives. Is it too late to wish for a terminal illness?

"Are you alright dear" the doctor looked at me worriedly "do you want to call the father of your child?"

"No!" I said quickly. I know we were planning for a baby but this is too soon. If I tell him it would all feel too real "thank you doctor but I think I'll just walk home"

"Alright. Safe travels dear" he nodded kindly as I left the doctor's office. I wiped my tears away. Am I ready to be a mother. Not that I have a choice in the matter. I guess it couldn't hurt to try and tell him.