Falling for Lucifer

“He stepped into my life like an angel with the name of the devil…”

My love story started out as a lie.

Nobody should give birth alone, but there I was, seconds away from falling apart while my mother berated me on my life’s decisions.

Just when I couldn’t take my mother’s judgment anymore, he spoke up, claiming to be my baby daddy just to shut my mother up.

He wasn’t my baby daddy. His name was of the devil, but his eyes were kind. Far kinder than the man who got me pregnant. I’d never met Lucifer before that night. He just so happened to be there with his sister-in-law—my midwife.

But when he winked at me, letting me know he was on my side, I didn’t correct him. I didn’t correct him when he held my hand through the pain.

I didn’t correct him when he held my daughter like she was his. And I didn’t correct him when he kept showing up.

Now, I’m caught up in this charade with a fake boyfriend I wished like hell was real. My mother thinks I’m too good for him.

My father is suspicious of our union. My baby’s real father won’t let go of me.

But Lucifer? He wants to keep me and my baby safe. And for the first time in my life, I feel seen. I don’t feel alone. I feel protected.

His father gave him the name of the devil, but to me, he’s the answer to my prayers.