Years Later

　　Blair


　　I was cleaning the large attic of my house, something that I didn't need to do.

　　We had maids, but they always misplaced my important stuff.

　　I dusted a box and picked up a book that laid on top of it. But as I did, something fell out.


　　When I saw it, a lump formed in my throat as I picked it up and looked at it.

　　They were old pictures that I could never let go of.


　　Pictures of Lucifer.

　　A tear slipped out as I thought back to that day.

　　The pain I felt after realizing that the person leaning against the tree wasn't him,

　　I broke down. I couldn't stop crying. Just the thought of him burning inside of that car was enough to make me vomit.

　　The picture I held in my hand was of him. He had no expression on his face as he looked down at me.

　　I was grinning up at him. I laughed through my tears as I remembered why I was grinning.

　　I dragged him into the photo booth despite him threatening to shoot me in the knee caps.

　　My arms were wrapped around his torso and one of his was behind my head.

　　Happiness.

　　That was something I could never get back.

　　"Mwommy?" I heard from behind me.

　　I turned around to see my little boy, standing in the doorway in nothing but his pampers.

　　He was three. And he was the spitting image of his father.

　　With his black hair and greenish grey eyes. He was perfect.

　　He was tiny for sure, reaching me just above my knees when I stood up.

　　"No cwy, Mwommy." His little voice said and I smiled sadly at him.

　　He walked over to me and hugged me tightly. Wrapping his tiny arms around my neck, he kissed my head like I would do to him.

　　I squeezed him tightly and laughed before tickling him.

　　"Go find Daddy, Stinky." I told and he gave me a toothless grin.

　　"Daddy there." He said, pointing behind me.

　　Turning around, I found a shirtless Lucifer, staring at us intently.

　　Cole got up and ran over to his father, who picked him up.

　　Lucifer named Cole. I let him, only because he had a tough recovery after the accident.

　　When the cars had crashed, he got out and dragged the other driver out of the car.

　　But as he stood back up, the cars exploded. He ended up in some grass nearby.

　　The doctors failed to bring him back. Just when we were about to give up, he breathed in air.

　　So I allowed him to name his son.

　　Cole Uriel Santiago.

　　Uriel was an archangel and of course, Lucifer would want that for his son.

　　He still calls him Baby Satan.

　　He looked at me and rolled his eyes before placing Cole on the floor.

　　Quietly talking to him, Cole looked at me and giggled before running out of the room.

　　"I warned you." Lucifer said lowly, leaning against the wall and looking at me.

　　Quickly, I wiped my tears away and placed the pictures and my cleaning supplies down.

　　I stood up straight and dusted my dress before trying to run past him.

　　But he effortlessly snatched my waist and held me firmly in front of him.

　　I stared up at him and he looked down at me intensely.

　　"I'm here." He said, reassuring me that nothing had happened.

　　I couldn't believe him. No matter how much I tried. I almost lost him again so easily.

　　"Look at me." He said darkly.

　　I looked into his eyes. As the years passed, he had changed.

　　He killed more people. He became more ruthless. And he became hotter.

　　His muscles were larger now and it kinda crushed me everytime he'd hug me.

　　But his soft spot would always be his son and I. He loved that child unconditionally.

　　He never complained to care for Cole and I loved him even more for that.

　　"Baby. Stop." He said emotionlessly, seeing that I was over thinking.

　　"I'm okay, Lucy." I told him, cupping his cheek and he groaned.

　　"Asshole." He mumbled and I laughed. His grip around me tightened and he smiled slightly.

　　I reached up and kissed him softly, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him closer to me.

　　He kissed me back instantly and I smiled into the kiss.

　　"Get a fucking room, won't you?" A female's voice came from the doorway.

　　Again, Lucifer groaned. I laughed and looked up.

　　"Cock-Blocker." Lucifer grumbled lowly, walking away and grabbing his towel before disappearing into the bathroom.

　　"Hey, Sarah." I greeted her, smiling brightly.

　　Sarah was fifteen now and had her Brother's mouth. I'm tired of scolding them for cursing around Cole.

　　He got custody of her and now raised her under his roof.

　　"Hello, my favourite lady." She said, walking over and hugging me tightly.

　　I chuckled and hugged her back, kissing her cheek.

　　"Hungry?" I asked her and she smiled, nodding. "McDonald's?" I questioned and she grinned.

　　"Yes, please!" She said loudly and I laughed.

　　"McDonald's it is." I said and she walked out of the room, probably to get ready.

　　I walked into the closet and pulled out an outfit before walking over to the bathroom and going in.

　　Lucifer was leaning against the counter, typing away on his phone.

　　He looked up as I entered and raised a perfect eyebrow at me and I smiled and walked closer.

　　"What?" He asked and I wrapped my arms around his torso.

　　"I love you." I told him and he smirked, placing his phone down on the counter and wrapping his arms around me.

　　"What do you want?" He asked blankly and I groaned.

　　"A trip to McDonald's with my son and your sister." I grinned and he leaned down.

　　"You're giving my son a bad habit." He said lowly in my ear and I shivered.

　　"You made a mistake leaving him with me so often, then." I told him and he pinched my hip.

　　He kissed me, long and hard. It was a meaningful kiss, something was hidden between the flicks of his tongue.

　　I parted my lips and he plunged his tongue into my mouth, exploring every inch of it.

　　Despite kissing him everyday for the last 10 years, every kiss still made me feel things.

　　Butterflies, shivers, chills, you name it.

　　But the most important thing that remained throughout the years,

　　Was love.

　　He pulled away and placed his forehead against mine, staring at me emotionlessly.

　　"I fucked up a lot in this world." He said blankly and his tone sent chills down my spine.

　　"But my best decision, was making you my wife." He finished and my knees bucked.

　　But then the moment was ruined when he smacked my butt and pushed me out of the bathroom.

　　And that, was our story.