With their help, I changed my loving human husband into his striped jammies and tucked him into bed.
Then I changed into one of his big tee shirts and snuggled in beside him. "When you fix his memories, replace them with memories of raising Jellybean," I suggested.
Gabe hopped up on the bed at our feet. "This is going to take most of the night."
Michael nodded as he climbed up beside him. "Yeah, we have to filter through all the memories of the pregnancy and replace each one."
"Well, knock my ass out. Just promise me you'll be gentle with him. Lucian is innocent in all of this."
Michael snorted. "Lucifer, in any of his incarnations, is never innocent."
I smiled as I curled around my Lucian. "This one was different," I whispered. "He was good."
That was the last I remembered as Gabriel’s and Michael's magic filtered into my mind and helped me settle into a deep sleep where I dreamed of Ariel and Jellybean playing together in the backyard.
23
Constance-Lilith
Iwoke up beside Lucian with Michael and Gabriel gone. If Lucian had any hope of trusting his new memories, he couldn't see them again until we figured it all out.
The previous day's events crashed into my mind all at once. The physical pain of the birth was still lingering in my memory, even though all of the actual pain was gone. Letting go of my sweet baby girl still left a cloud over my heart. I should've had Michael dull the ache, at least for now, so it would be easier to hide all of the negative emotions from Lucian.
Too late now. I hopped out of bed and raced for the shower as the tears began to flow down my cheeks. The shower being my sanctuary to revel in my pain.
A half-hour later, I emerged to find Lucian grinning at me with his hands behind his head. "Morning, gorgeous."
I looked down at myself. I'd walked into the bedroom with a white towel wrapped around my body. It still felt strange to have a flat stomach. Feeling oddly alone, I crossed my arms over my belly and sucked in a deep breath.
"Good morning."
Lucian threw the covers back revealing a massive erection. He'd always loved a morning romp, but today it felt wrong. Not twenty-four hours before, I'd delivered his baby, which he couldn't even remember. "You overslept," I said to try to discourage him from asking for sex.
He jumped from the bed and hurried toward the bathroom, pressing a swift kiss to my cheek as he passed. "Lay out a suit for me?"
"Of course." I pulled on some comfy clothes, then went into his closet and picked out one of my favorite suits of his. Dark blue. It accentuated his eyes beautifully.
I'd carry on as if everything was normal until I saw Gabe and Michael. Presumably, they were working on how to get his memories back... or kill him. Either way, he'd end up in Hell with his memories.
When he came out of the bathroom, his face was shiny with the moisturizer I knew he loved. It was a special blend made in the kitchen of some old lady that lived across town. She'd been his client for years. He'd blown his black hair in its perfect part and when he pressed another kiss to my lips, I tasted and smelled mint.
Lucifer had always been fastidious with his looks. As an angel, it was much easier. We never needed moisturizer or to style our hair. Our skin was always perfect, and if we wanted to change our hairstyle, it was as simple as a thought.
"Lots to do today?" I asked.
"Oh, this and that. Linda is on vacation, so I'll be doing everything." He grinned and pulled his dress pants on. "You know I'm lost without her."
He wasn't exaggerating. He'd spend most of his day trying to figure out how she did all she did.
I left him to dress and went downstairs to make him breakfast and lunch. I especially wanted to do it because I knew how he'd spoiled me when I was pregnant. Of course, he didn't remember it at all, but that didn't mean I didn't appreciate him.
We ate our omelets in silence, and he finally noticed my mood. "What's wrong?" He set down his fork and gave me his full attention.
"Nothing. I'm fine." Lies on top of lies. They were eating at me. I couldn't wait for him to remember everything and to tell him about his girl.
He pursed his lips. "You know, I know you're fibbing."
I forced a smile and reached out for his hand. "Luc, I'm fine."
