"Zennon." You declared as you picked up the humanoid devil, examining its body. "I always was partial to Z names for boys."

"Fine. It is not a female, so I suppose I do not care nearly as much." Lucifer lightly touched the infant's head.

"Did you have a preferred female name?"

"Macaria." He stated decisively.

"Where did you get that from?" You asked as you cradled the newly anointed Zennon in your arms. "And how long did you say I had with him?"

"Twenty years at most. But I'm sure that he will stop treating you as a parent around year ten. And then entirely forget out time together by the twenty year mark." He held you closely "But I am sure that we will have a baby by then. I'll try every single day if I must!"

You laughed at his as you held the tiny fingers, feeling the plumpness of the offspring in your arms.

"I am quite sure that you will. And I will happily accept you. Holding this temporary child in my arms gives me nothing but pure elation. I can only imagine what my own child will provide me with." You remarked as you looked up at your husband. "Your own excitement also pushes me. You do not know how much relief your optimism gives me."

His wings encased you and the baby protectively and reflexively.

"I am but your loving husband. I shall support you in every way necessary. And I most definitely want to reproduce with you. So..." He rubbed a single wing against you. "Where do we put the offspring down when we attempt reproduction?"

You laughed once again at the technical terms that Lucifer insisted on using. It was endearing and as personal as Lucifer could become. And so you appreciated it, deeply.

"In a crib." You responded, rubbing your face against the active wing.

"And what is this... cirb?"

"Crib. And it is a tiny bed, with a barrier around the edges. That way, the baby doesn't fall out."

"Baby." He repeated the word. "I like that word. Baby. Baby."

"Will you make me a crib, Lucifer?" You looked up at him, but your eyes didn't leave your precious baby for long. Even with its wings, tail and horns, it was still an absolute treat for you to gaze upon.

"When you ask me like that, how can I resist?" He smiled and kissed your head.

"You cannot! And that is what I love about my husband. His inability to resist me." You crinkled your eyes at him mischievously.

"Ah, well then you love me very much. Because that is something that I can rarely do." His own eyes crinkled back at you in happiness. Perhaps he didn't care much for the demon baby that was not his own, but what he did care for was the happiness that it brought you. Even if it was simply a distraction from your own fertility issues.

And it was working. As you took the baby back to your own room, he couldn't help but watch you coo over it and lavish attention on it. It gave him hope.