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“You look radiant, Lucifer.” Chloe swam toward him through the crystal clear water of the Glass Lake. Her hair floated in waves around her in the current. Her blue iridescent scales had brightened to luminescent whitish-pearl tones. With flicks of her matching white tail, she wrapped her arms around his middle.
But, something felt odd.
He felt like there was something between them that prevented the hug from fully connecting.
“My, you’ve really popped,” she said with a chuckle and raised eyebrows. The way the sun cast its light made her skin sparkle, and it took his breath away.
“Darling, it’s always popped whenever you’re near. I burn for you, don’t you know that?” Lucifer tried to return the hug, but he stretched his arms as far as they would go without being able to bring her fully into his chest for the embrace.
She gave him a warm laugh and rested a hand on his abdomen, rubbing circles around his belly button.
Which he noted felt awfully sore..
He followed her eyes to their gaze on his protruding stomach. He looked at her in horror.
“What is happening to me? What kind of voodoo witchcraft is this?!” His voice was loud as he easily breathed beneath the water, and then he felt a flick beneath him.
A tail fin bounced him up then carefully back down as it rested on the lake sediment, holding him up like a statue.
Lucifer placed both hands over Chloe’s where they rested on his belly, and he felt involuntary spasms beneath their joined hands like his abdomen was full of parasites.
“It’s not witchcraft, silly. Nor voodoo. You’re pregnant with our siren babies, duh.” Chloe leaned over, holding him close by the hips and speaking directly to his belly button. “All three hundred of my beautiful little minnows will be making their arrival soon, won’t you my dears?” Her voice had gone wacky, sing-songing in a higher octave.
“Ba- Darling,” he cleared his throat, holding the bottom of his beach ball belly with one hand while the other massaged small circles in his lower back. “I don’t think I’ve heard you correctly. I thought you said babies. And to the quantity of-” he swallowed hard as he looked down at the stretched skin that used to be home to washboard abs- “300?”
Chloe moved her hands to cradle his face. “You’re right. It could be as many as 1000, I suppose. Or as few as several dozen. I guess we won’t know until you spawn, but this is only your first pregnancy so we have plenty of opportunities to increase our brood!”
“ Plenty of opportunities? Are we supposed to do this again?” His eyes went huge with disbelief as he gestured to his writhing midsection.
“Yes, darling. We agreed we would have two to five procreations. Don’t you remember?” Chloe’s eyebrows knit in disappointment, but it quickly dissipated as she began rubbing his cheek to calm him. “It’s okay. None of that now. Let’s just focus on this lot, and then we will discuss the rest later.”
Lucifer nearly jumped out of his skin at the mention of him being a father. And a pregnant one at that!
His old self despised children. How could Chloe have tricked him into getting pregnant? The old Lucifer would never have wanted this.
Is this what fondness of another being does to someone? He contemplated as he rubbed his forehead and lower back simultaneously.
Just then, the shock of everything must have been too great. A sharp pain radiated from his left side and across his lower belly. It was quick like lightning, but it was strong enough to make the Devil seahorse almost keel over. He held his breath as the pain passed and blew out a long breath through pursed lips, rubbing his belly as he felt the muscles there begin to constrict again.
“Ahhhhhh,” he said with a guttural groan, now bent over and holding onto Chloe’s shoulder with one hand.
“Oh my goodness! It must be time!” Chloe swam behind Lucifer and fished her arms through his, helping him float tall as the quick spasms of his lower half began shooting tiny babies out.
“Bloody Hell!” A squirt of mini Devil-looking seahorses emerged mixed with a few mini Chloe seahorses. Another contraction followed by another spray of heathen fry sputtering out into the Glass Lake. The tiny beings wailed and flailed around as their parents continued their joint birthing.
“That’s it, my love. Let them out,” she breathed into his ear.
Tightness and a sensation like he had to poop nearly overpowered his body. More babies shot out of the pouch of his abdomen continuously like a helicopter's machine gun, releasing a baby every few inches. The crystal clear water splashed and frothed with the mixing colors of their love children by the millions as Lucifer screamed in agony.
“Aw, we should name one Amenadiel after your brother,” Chloe’s beastly siren voice sang in his ear.
And that was enough to jolt Lucifer awake on the beach, scratchy from the sand sticking to his sweating body as he panted for air.
“Lucifer?” A sleepy Chloe stirred beside him, slowly sitting up as she rubbed her eyes. “What is it? What happened?”
He took a look around at the Glass Lake and surrounding area, still cloaked in darkness as the sun slowly began rising just beyond the tree line. He used both hands to feel the washboard abs still gracing his statuesque physique and breathed a deep sigh of relief.
“Nothing, darling. Just a nightmare.”
She leaned into him and placed a hand on his knee. She kissed his arm languidly then rested her head back against his shoulder as they watched the sun rise together.