by Eve Langlais
Kiss her thoroughly.
Epilogue
A few weeks later…
“Morning, lover,” Posie murmured from the combined cocoon of their robes. It formed a warm layer over their naked bodies, a built-in blanket that never let them feel the cold.
“Hello,” he rumbled, his hands skimming over her naked flesh.
“We should get up,” she declared. “We need to shower before work.”
“You and your sense of responsibility,” he grumbled. “Why can’t we sleep in?”
“Because it’s not sleep you’re looking for, but sex.”
“Can’t I have sex then a nap?”
She laughed. “No. We have a job to do.”
“My job is to make you happy.” He nuzzled her neck, proving yet again how good he was at that task.
“I really shouldn’t be skipping days given I’ll need to take some time off in about eight months.”
He froze. “You’re pregnant? How is that possible?” Because while a Grim could impregnate a human or demon, they couldn’t procreate with each other. A bit of a failsafe built into the magic to ensure the reapers didn’t take over the world.
“Apparently it happened before I died, and when the Devil put me back in my body, he left it there.”
His eyes widened, and he placed his hand on her belly. “A child.”
“Our child.”
“A minion for my army!” Lucifer declared, suddenly appearing at the end of the bed, his son sitting on his shoulders, chubby fists knotted in his father’s hair. The Devil also held a swaddled baby in his arms, the blanket pink and covered in sloths with giant grins.
But that wasn’t the strangest thing. Posie blinked, and yet the image didn’t leave.
“What’s wrong?” Brody hissed, noticing her silence while the Devil narrowed his gaze.
How could she explain to Brody that while Lucifer appeared as he usually did—a very handsome, yet slightly menacing man with the biggest, blackest wings, and his son, a miniature of him, with a smaller pair and little horns—the baby in his arms was—
Projectile puking!
Screaming as it hit, Posie rolled out of bed with Brody following suit as the Devil’s smallest child proved it had a stomach filled in another dimension.
By the time Posie was done heaving and then showering, she’d forgotten what she’d seen.
Lucifer made sure of it.
Junior went down for his nap, meaning Lucifer had only Jujube to deal with. Not the baby’s actual name, but the one he liked best given she looked like a bonbon. Pink and delicious.
He held her in front of him and crooned, “Who’s my sweet baby girl? Who’s going to love her mama forever and ever and never kill her?”
The baby cooed and shook her chubby fists, reaching for him. She grabbed his beard and yanked.
“Gentle, tiny princess.”
She hiccupped, and all the hair on his face evaporated.
He blinked.
She blinked. Burped and farted. Before going to sleep.
Very much Daddy’s girl. Boy was the world fucked.
* * *
Not even close to the end of this series…
Get ready for sparks to fly in Sweeping Ashley. Can a gruff reaper sweep a tidy witch off her feet?
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