What!" I let out not wanting to believe it. Pregnant? So soon? How is this even possible? I mean Lucifer and I have sex, a lot of it and majority of the time, if not all the time he comes inside but I'm supposed to be protected.

"How, I-I'm on the shot, I'm not do another for another week!"

"It appears it ran out early and the shot is only 99% effective."

My mind immediately goes to demon babies.

"But the likely hood of that 1%!" I say paralysed with shock.

"And I was told that it can take a while to get pregnant after stopping," I continue.

"I'm sorry, I can tell this is an unplanned pregnancy, but we'll still have to do a few scans to see how far along you are before we discuss all options."

Options? Is he implying what I think?

I nod and right then Lucifer comes back inside. I give my doctor a look of horror and I think he got the message, then leaves. I don't want to discuss this around him. I've no idea how he would react. And do I even want to keep it?

"What's wrong? What did the doctor say?" I hear him ask but I still feel myself floating with disbelief.

"Annabelle?"

His voice is soft and gentle, no forcefulness when he kneels down and looks up at me. Our eyes briefly meet but I can't lie by omission by gazing into the crystal blue seas.

"Just a simple case of dehydration, they're gonna keep me overnight."

"Is that all?" he asks curiously.

I gulp loudly. Do I tell him? No, I can't. Not when I am so unsure about wanting to keep it. This is a child that belongs to the Devil, not me. Even though I am more than aware of him being different with me, I don't want to bring a child into this world that will be like it's father. Growing up to take over the realms of Hell. It too, becoming a monster to the human eye.

"Yup!" I reply trying to sound reassuring, but I think I failed miserably.

Just then a nurse comes in. She puts an IV in my arm and tells me to have some rest before the doctor comes back in the early hours of the morning to do some scans.

I hold my breath at the mention of that word not wanting Lucifer to get any ideas, but he gives me a look.

The entire moment is filled with a silent awkwardness between the two of us, not knowing whether it is appropriate for us to speak.

As soon as the nurse is gone, I fiddle with the IV to try and get myself comfortable in the bed.

"Come, sleep with me," I say quietly, fatigue catching up to me.

He groans as if annoyed by some kind of thought but takes off his shoes and jacket. I move further back as he lies beside me. The IV wrapped around us pulling me closer to him.

"Are you sure there is nothing else wrong with you? You know how worried I can get about you, and if I have to, I will talk to the doctor myself."

"No!" I screech panickily. "Everything is fine, there is no need to consult him for anything now."

"Then what are the scans about?"

"Lucifer," I sigh heavily. "Please, I don't want to talk about it, I'm tired."

"Okay, come closer baby."

He presses me against his chest and all I can think about is demonic babies while I drift off to sleep.

I shiver myself awake. The harsh lighting outside my room is peeking through the bottom. The blinds are closed but as I look up at the clock its 8am already. Lucifer's hand is wrapped around me as he sleeps, right over my belly. Lightly, I move it away.

I lay there silently pondering over the implied suggestion from my doctor. It would be a sensible thing to do, right?

Before I know who Lucifer really was, when he was still just Damien to me, back then I know from the day we said we love each-other that I want to marry him, then have children, together. Now, this whole situation has been turned on its head.

I am just not convinced on the idea of giving birth to the next in line.

I mean where would all of this even leave me? We aren't married and that's the order it should go as. Can the next King of Hell really grow up to have a human mother who dies of old age?

I don't know if it's a new motherly trait growing in me, but my hand instinctively darts to my belly. I close my eyes and imagine a little blue-eyed boy in my arms with a wicked smile that somehow warms my heart.

I feel Lucifer move. When I look down at him his eyes blink open. He nozzles himself into my chest.

I chuckle. "Good morning sleeping beauty, did you sleep well?"

"I always sleep well when you're with me."

He peeks down at my hand resting on my stomach.

"Is your stomach hurting?"

He looks back at me with concern and a burning inquisitiveness. Fast, I move my hand up to his face.

"No, I'm just a little hungry."

I press a kiss on his head, his scent calming my anxiety. I imagine if the baby would also smell like him, a sweet and spicy mixture of cinnamon. My fingers fiddle with the ends, grazing and detangling; a human hairbrush.

"What would you like to eat?" he asks sitting up.

"Surprise me," I beam as brightly as I can.

He stands and that's when the nurse comes back. I know what time it is now, and I just want to usher him out so I wouldn't be burdened by his questions.

"I'll be back real soon, baby," he says, pushing my fringe to the side and kissing my forehead.

Once he is out the door the nurse begins to take out the IV from my hand.

"Are you sure you don't want to wait for your boyfriend before we complete the scans?"

"No, it's okay," is all I manage to say.

"This will be a little cold," says the nurse as she swipes a cold gel all over my tummy.

I never thought I'd have to get an ultrasound of my first child all by myself, but here I am. Having it done and still debating about terminating it. Will that make me an even bigger monster than the Devil?

I stare up at the ceiling not wanting to look at the screen, I know that if I do it will make me feel all the more guilty about wanting it to end.

It feels like forever before the nurse speaks to me again.

"Miss Bennett?"

"Yes?"

I turn my head to look at her face. I can't tell what she is thinking but she looks quizzical, almost worried.

"I have to get the doctor to scan you, if that's okay? I'll just be a moment."

It feels like I am experiencing another antagonising and time-consuming waiting period before the doctor shows up and after brief introductions he gets right to the point.

"Miss Bennett, Annabelle?" he looks at me for consent.

I smile shily with a brief nod as I continue to wipe myself clean, pulling my sweater down and sitting up.

"It looks like you are 12 weeks pregnant, which is surprising since normally a woman would begin to show at this stage, unlike you, yet the baby seems to be developing well."

"But?" I urge the doctor to continue.

"It has me curious, how long have you been on the shot for?"

"Not long, this is only my second one, why?"

Curiosity builds up my anxiety again.

"I have never come across such an incident, it almost appears like the shot has never worked for you," he says with disbelief, his eyes wide, the eyeballs almost popping out as he thinks about the situation.

"Is that possible?"

"It shouldn't be, the shot is almost more than 99% effective, the only medical explanation would be that you are extremely fertile."

Or the fact that that I fucked with the Devil and who the fuck knows what his bodily fluids are capable of!

"I am obliged to advise you of your options, are you aware of them?" he asks breaking the momentary stillness in the air.

"Yes, I-I need more time to think about it, please."

"Of-course, but I have to let you know that it is safest to have an abortion around the 12 weeks stage."

I nod and leave the room with my heart feeling heavy. How can I kill a child that already has his little fingers and toes starting to form.

I'm struggling to breathe, and Lucifer isn't back yet, so I walk down the corridor into the bathroom. It's completely empty. Not a single soul in any of the stalls.

I lean over the sink and let cold water run down. Splashing my face with it, my phone begins to ring. I take it out of the back pocket of my jeans and see that it's my mum. I don't know if I can handle this right now, but I need her, so I answer. As soon as I hear her voice through the other end I begin to cry. Covering my mouth to stop the whimpers.

"Oh, darling girl, what's wrong?" she asks me, but I just continue to weep.

"Mama," I choke out. "I just really miss you."

"I miss you too, but please tell me what happened."

I take in a deep whimpering breath. Whipping away the tears with the back of my hand.

"Nothing, I'm just at the hospital, don't worry it's just a case of dehydration, I'm just getting discharged."

My mum begins to lecture me on making sure I take care of myself and my health and it brings a smile to my face. I walk over to grab some toilet paper to wipe my nose. The tears have finally stopped their flow.

"Mama?"

"Yes?"

"What is the real reason you called me?"

Nothing on the other end of the phone. Clearly, there is something more serious my mum wants to talk about if she manages to stop talking for this long at a single moment.

"I mainly want to see if you are doing okay, Damien has been keeping me updated on your recovery after getting the flu."

Crap! I roll my eyes at myself with annoyance. I never thought about calling her as soon as I woke up.

"But I also want to tell you that today is the day. I got a call that your dad's parole is approved, and he is set to go home later this afternoon."

Double crap! My dad's releasement from prison has completely slipped my mind and to think I was planning to visit him.

"If you are feeling better, I think you should see him Anna, help him get back onto his feet. I know how much he means to you."

"I will, thank you for reminding me."

The rest of our conversation is brief and when we hang up, I put my phone back into my jeans. I look myself in the mirror. Some colour is beginning to come back to my appearance, but I always thought that my eyes are too big for my face. The shades of blue-grey blending seamlessly with my pale complexion.

I bring my hair up into a bun with the elastic around my wrist and look myself one last time in the mirror before wanting to go back out to look for Lucifer.

But just now, the lights begin to flicker. I don't think much of it at first. Perhaps the hospital needs to change the light bulbs.

I turn around and as I make my first step towards the door, I hear a mechanical clash, and everything goes dark.