"Just let them do what they're doing. Try not to fight against it. Please trust me, Luc. I love you."
He looked away from me, studying Michael. "What's wrong with him?" he asked. Michael looked like Adam, but there were small changes. As if he was his brother.
"It's a long story, but I promise very soon you'll understand."
He closed his eyes and sucked in a deep breath. "Fine. I trust you, so I'll allow this insanity."
Even though he'd agreed to go along with it, he definitely wasn't relaxing for it. He was as stiff as a board under my arms.
In another couple of minutes, Gabe let go with a grunt. "It's not working."
Lucian's eyes flew open. "Who are you?"
Gabe ignored him and looked at me and Michael. "Even with both of us, it's a no-go. How is that possible?"
Michael shook his head. "I can't figure it out. We didn't even come close to being able to unlock his memories."
"Memories?" Lucian let go of me and backed up several steps. "What do you mean by memories?"
I held out my hands and tried to placate him. "It's almost impossible to explain." He'd never believe any of it without his memories. Plus, he'd been raised in the church. If he found out he was Lucifer Morningstar without his memories, it'd break his heart.
But how would we explain the lack of the baby and my flat belly?
"You'd better try to explain or I'm going to lose it." Lucian's perfect hair was rumpled, something he rarely let happen. He loosened his tie, clawing at it like it was choking him.
"Okay, Lucian, I’m Gabriel." Gabe held out a hand for Luc to shake, which he did automatically, but he had a crazed look in his eyes.
"Lucian, the baby is safe." I moved close to him as Gabe backed away. "It was a fast, emergency delivery."
"How?" he yelled. "I haven't even been gone for eight hours. This is impossible."
He was right, from a human's point of view. It should've been impossible.
"I know it's crazy." I wrapped my arms around him again. "But she's with someone that can take care of her."
He jerked out of my arms violently. "Why can't we take care of her? Was something wrong with her?"
Lucian paused, eyes widening as he stared at my body. "How are you not still huge? Shouldn't you still look pregnant?"
I opened my mouth to try to say something, anything to explain to him why I didn't look pregnant, but he interrupted me before I could. "No!" he shouted. "You told me! You said you'd look six months pregnant."
"I know. I did. And normally I would. Things went a little crazy today, and it didn't go as normal."
Michael and Gabriel stood beside me with dumbfounded expressions. They didn't know what to say any more than I did.
Lucian stormed around us and went into the living room. "Where is my child?"
He narrowed his eyes on us and strode out of the living room. We all scrambled to get out of the way. Lucian went straight for the stairs and took them up two at a time.
"What do I say?" I whispered. "There's nothing I can tell him now."
Gabe shook his head. "We're going to have to knock him out and figure this out."
Damn it. I didn't want to do that, but he was right. We had assumed that the two of them would be able to restore his memories while we figured out what to do about getting him back to Hell. But they hadn't come close.
"Where is all the baby's stuff?" Lucian roared from upstairs.
I winced. He'd seen the empty nursery. With a sigh, I nodded. "Go make him sleep. We'll decide what to do."
