Then his mouth curved up in a knowing smile.
"You want to ask about him?" he countered.
My face flushed. "I-I just..."
"You're worried about him," Liam stated it as fact.
Anya looked up too. "That man?"
I opened my mouth, not knowing how to explain this to Anya. Liam pulled his phone from his pocket and handed it to me.
"Call him," he said. "If you want to check on him, call."
I stared at the phone, fingers trembling.
"But—"
"Mommy," Anya looked up too, "just call. I want to know how Daddy's doing too."
"Daddy?"
Seeing my eyes widen, Anya stayed calm. "Liam calls you Mom, so his dad is my dad."
My mouth fell open. "You know?"
"Is it so hard to understand?" Anya spread her hands like the adults on TV. Liam stifled a laugh beside her. "The teacher taught us about family members."
She didn't understand the complicated past between Lucifer and me. She only knew: a dad is a dad.
I took a deep breath and accepted the phone.
"I... I'll call from the bedroom."
I walked into the bedroom with the phone and closed the door. Standing by the window, staring at the screen, fingers trembling.
What should I say? Lucifer, how are you? Lucifer, are you okay? Lucifer, I miss you so much—No! I can't say that! He'll definitely tease me!
But... but I really was worried about him.
I took a deep breath, opened the contacts, found the number labeled "Your Majesty"—Liam must have saved it. My finger hovered over the screen for a few seconds before I finally hit dial.
The phone rang twice before someone picked up.
"Liam?"
Lucifer's voice came through, low, with a hint of weariness.
My heartbeat skipped.
"It's... it's me," I said, voice shaking.
Silence on the other end.
"Elena?" His voice changed, the weariness vanishing instantly, replaced by surprise and concern. "How did you—are you okay?"
I bit my lower lip. "I-I just wanted to ask... how you are."
Another silence.