You jerked awake, sitting up quickly as your eyes scanned the dark room. Your breathing was heavy as you pressed a hand to your chest, to calm yourself. The bed shifted beside you and arms reached out to pull you into a tight embrace.

"More bad dreams darling?"

You nodded, and pulled away slightly as Lucifer rolled onto his back to turn on the lamp. The light, although not very bright, illuminated the room enough to quell your nervous and calm some of your fears.

"Shall we check on your ribs while we're up?" 

You sighed as you flopped onto your back, staring up at the ceiling.

"Your hands are always freezing you know that right? Shouldn't the devil have a hotter touch?" You muttered.

Lucifer chuckled as he pushed your shirt up your stomach, his fingers lightly skimmed over the bruises that were slowly fading. He pressed just a little harder over your ribs, drawing a hiss from you. He continued with his prodding, applying pressure at certain points, each one causing you discomfort. When he reached a particular spot, the one with the worst bruise, and pressed, you almost jumped out of your skin, nearly kneeing him in the process.

"Well at least you're healing, slowly yes, but you're certainly better than you were a few months ago."

He lightly kissed the bruises over your sore and broken ribs, bringing a smile to your face. 

That was right.

It had been almost two months since, what Lucifer bitterly referred to as, the ordeal. Although most of your injuries had healed, you still had nightmares, still worried he'd somehow find you. Lucifer showered you with affection, assuring you that you were safe now, holding you on the nights your dreams turned dark.

"Are you listening to me?"

His voice pulled you from your thoughts and you glanced down at him. 

"Sorry, what were you saying?"

He chuckled, giving your stomach one last kiss before moving to lie beside you.

"Honestly love, sometimes I wonder where you go." 

You shrugged, moving closer to him as you laid your head on his chest.

"Maybe someday I'll tell you." 

He rolled his eyes, but his smile remained firmly planted on his lips. He grabbed your hand, pressing a kiss to your palm as he wrapped his free arm around you.

"I should certainly hope so, keeping secrets from your husband isn't very nice, now is it?"

You laughed a little, shaking your head. Lucifer continued to hold your hand, staring at the ring on your finger almost proudly. The memory of him proposing still made you smile to think of. It was chaotic and strange, and every bit Lucifer, to put it simply it was perfect.

"We're not married yet." You reminded him playfully.

"Minor detail, the point is, I should be able to at least have a glimpse of what it is that goes on in that mind of yours." Lucifer pouted.

"You're ridiculous." You laughed.

"And you still said yes." He chuckled.

His hand released yours, moving to rest on your thigh.

"Shall we recreate the night you said yes?" He muttered suggestively.

"I'm still healing." 

Your protest was weak at best, and he could tell you didn't really mean it.

"Oh don't worry love, I'll be gentle."

He moved to kiss you but you stopped him with a hand on his chest.

"I love you." 

His lustful expression shifted, and he smiled at you, he grabbed your chin, running his thumb over your bottom lip as he stared at you adoringly.

"And I love you my dear, very much."