Sunday was curled up on the couch with Lucifer sprawled back against her chest, his head resting on her like she was his personal pillow. Her fingers idly played with his short hair, her nails gently scratching his scalp as they watched some random cooking show on TV. It was one of those rare quiet moments they shared, the kind that felt like a slice of peace in their chaotic lives.

Lucifer let out a low, satisfied sigh. "You keep scratchin' my head like that, I'm gon' fall asleep, princess."

"Good," Sunday replied with a small laugh, her fingers pausing to tug gently at his ear. "You need rest. You've been running around all week with work."

"Man's gotta hustle," he said, his deep voice carrying that lazy drawl he had when he was completely relaxed. "But this right here? This is nice."

She smiled down at him, her heart swelling with affection. "Lucifer."

"Yes, love?" he asked, tilting his head slightly to look up at her.

"Are you comfortable with me posting you?" she asked, her voice softer now. "Or maybe even being in my and my sisters' videos?"

He raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised by the question. "Post me?"

"Yeah," she said, brushing her thumb over his cheek. "You know, like... on my Instagram or TikTok. And maybe, someday, in one of our YouTube videos. If you're okay with it."

Lucifer was quiet for a moment, considering her words. "You wanna show me off, huh?"

"Obviously," she teased, though her tone carried a hint of nervousness. "You're my man, Z. I wanna share how lucky I am."

He smirked, sitting up slightly so he could look at her properly. "Aight, mama. Post me all you want. I don't mind. As for the videos..." He trailed off, scratching the back of his head. "We can take baby steps with that. I seen how y'all do Noah—man went from bein' your sister's boyfriend to the family cameraman."

Sunday burst out laughing, the sound filling the room like sunshine. "Okay, fair point. We'll ease into it. No pressure."

Lucifer nodded, satisfied with their agreement, and stood up to head toward their bedroom. "Lemme go find a durag real quick. My hair gotta stay fresh."

While he was gone, Sunday rummaged through her craft supplies, her mind buzzing with an idea. When he returned, his durag tied neatly over his head, he found her measuring tape in hand, a focused look on her face.

"What you up to, mama?" he asked, watching as she approached him.

"Lean down and stand still," she instructed, pulling the tape measure around his head.

Lucifer did just that like the obedient man he was for her, though his brow furrowed in confusion. "You tryna measure my ego or somethin'?"

She snorted, smacking his arm lightly. "No, dummy. I'm measuring your head so I can crochet you a beanie. It's gonna be so cute."

He looked down at her, one corner of his mouth lifting into a crooked smile. "You really out here makin' me custom hats now? What'd I do to deserve this kinda treatment?"

"You're my favorite person," she said simply, glancing up at him with a soft smile.

Lucifer felt his chest tighten at her words, but he quickly masked it with a teasing grin. "Damn right I am. Make it black, though. Gotta match my fits."

Sunday spent the next few days working on the beanie during her free time. She loved crocheting; it was one of those hobbies that allowed her to unwind and channel her creativity. Plus, the idea of making something for Lucifer filled her with a sense of joy she couldn't quite put into words.

She sat cross-legged on the couch, the yarn draped over her lap as she worked, her fingers moving with practiced ease. Lucifer was sitting nearby, engrossed in a book about structural engineering, his glasses perched on his nose.

"You almost done with that, princess?" he asked, not looking up from his book.

"Patience, Z," she replied, rolling her eyes playfully. "You can't rush art."

He smirked but didn't respond, letting her work in peace.

When she finally finished the beanie a couple of days later, she couldn't wait to show him. "Lucifer!" she called, bouncing into the living room where he was watching a basketball game.

"What's up, mama?" he asked, turning his attention to her.

She held up the black beanie with a proud grin. "Ta-da!"

He raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed. "Damn, that's clean. Lemme see."

Sunday walked over and placed the beanie on his head, adjusting it so it fit snugly. She stepped back to admire her work, her smile widening. "You look so good," she said, her voice filled with admiration.

Lucifer stood and walked over to the mirror, checking himself out. The beanie fit perfectly, and he had to admit, it looked great. "You got skills, princess," he said, turning back to her.

"Obviously," she said with a wink.

He pulled her into his arms, kissing her forehead. "Thank you, mama. I'm rockin' this every day now."

Her laughter echoed through the room as she leaned into him, her heart full. Moments like this reminded her why she loved him so much—his ability to make even the simplest gestures feel like the biggest deal.

"Okay," she said, pulling back slightly. "Now I gotta make you a matching scarf."

Lucifer groaned dramatically, though the smile on his face gave him away. "You really tryna have me out here lookin' like a whole Pinterest model, huh?"

"You'll thank me when it's cold," she shot back, poking his chest.

He chuckled, shaking his head. "Aight, do your thing, princess. You know I'll wear whatever you make me."

And he meant it. Because as much as he loved teasing her, there was nothing he wouldn't do for the woman who had his heart.

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