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“Are you sure you’re going to be alright, love?” Lucifer asks me for like the twentieth time after leaving the OBGYN appointment. I’ve been having spaced out contractions over the last few weeks and it’s freaking my Devil out. Lucifer has this fear that he’s going to miss the birth of the twins. Yeah, like I’d allow that happen. My mate doesn’t want to leave me to go do his kingly duties in Hell, even though I can contact him via mind-link now and he’d teleport here within a minute.
I sigh heavily as I waddle like a duck towards the living room area of the Morningstar Estate. Yes. I said waddle. Just as I feared with this pregnancy, I’m huge. I’ve gained an astonishing fifty pounds and can’t do anything that requires bending over and reaching passed my knees without magic or Luci
