Chapter Forty-Three: Bounded to Madonna:

“I’m pregnant,” Madonna told me days later. At first, I looked so confused.

“What?” I asked. She stood in front of me trembling.

“I’m pregnant,” she said again. “By three weeks.” I should’ve known that this would happen. But it still hit me like a brick. I struggled to say anything. My love had tears in her eyes.

“Don’t cry,” I was quick to say. I pulled her into my arms. She cried against my chest.

“What am I going to do?” she asked. I lifted her chin.

“What do you want to do?” I asked. She shook her head.

“I don’t know,” she said. My heart sank for her. Now, I knew what had to come next.

“Marry me,” I said.

“What?” she asked.

“Marry me,” I said again. “I will make a good husband. Please?” Madonna shook her head. She looked so confused through her tears. I frowned.

“No?” I asked.

“Can we even do that here?” Madonna asked.

“I don’t see why not,” I said.

“But I’m an angel,” she said.

“I know,” I said. Madonna looked away.

“I didn’t know that such a thing was possible,” she said. I turned her face back to mine. I wiped away some of her left over tears.

“This is my kingdom,” I said. “If I want to marry someone, then I will marry them.”

“But why?” she asked.

“What do you mean?” I asked. Madonna hesitated at first. She bit her lower lip.

“Why me? I mean… You could have anyone you wanted,” she said. “Why me?” I smiled as I took her by the cheeks.

“That’s because I love you,” I said.

“But why?” she asked. “I understand.”

“Does there have to be a reason?” he asked. Madonna glanced away from me.

“No…” she said. I leaned and kissed her on the lips.

“Then marry me,” I said. Her cheeks turned pink.

“Yes,” she said in a whisper. I gave her a big hug. Yes, this felt right. This was going to work out in the end, right?

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We got married when she was three months along. It was a private ceremony. Some of my subjects were not too keen on coming to the wedding. My priest was the one to marry us. She had on a simple long white dress with a veil. I had on a nice black suit.

“Lucifer, do you take Madonna to be your lawfully wedded wife? To have and to hold, to honor and love until death do you part?” my priest asked.

“I do,” I said.

“Madonna, do you take Lucifer to be your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to hold, to honor and love until death do you part?” he asked. She looked done as her hands, blushing.

“I do,” she muttered.

“I now pronounce you man and wife,” the priest said. “Kiss your bride.” I lifted her chin and kissed her on the lips. She kissed me back. And then we were married. The priest closed his book and clapped. I broke into a smile at my third wife.

“I love you,” I said. Madonna smiled back at me.

We spent the night in a bed covered in colored rose petals. I couldn’t remember the last time I was this happy. I fell asleep in her arms while we were tangled up in sheets.