The cab screeched to a halt in front of Lux. I paid the driver and got out. There wasn't quite as many people lined up our front. The bouncer from the other night was standing at the door. He glared at me as I approached. His hand in a brace. When I stopped he picked up the velvet rope. "Go on in Miss Morningstar."

I smiled at him and nodded. "I'm sorry about the wrist."

That brought a smile to his face. "Don't worry about it."

I hurried into the club. Down the stairs I climbed. He sat at the piano playing a soft melody. He had on a purple shirt with black vest. His eyes looked up as I approached the piano. The song was one I knew. It was a song my mother had been famous for singing. The words came to me and I began to sing. Softly at first. He looked up at me and smiled. I sang louder. I barely noticed the patrons of the club watching.

With all my heart I sang the song that had won my mother a Grammy. When it was done I heard people clapping. My father clapped too. A smile across his face. I blushed and nodded. He scooted over on the bench and I sat beside him. We just looked at each other for a moment.

"Dad, I- "

He shushed me and began playing another song. It was another one of my mother's songs. "Dad."

He gently shushed me again. "Indulge me." He said quietly. So I sang the next song. We sang it together. The feeling was the best I had felt in a while. By the end we were laughing together. I leaned against him and he kissed the top of my head.

We sang a few more songs together. Completely oblivious to other people in the club. One of the songs was completely silly and left us both laughing hysterically. Then everything around us slowed down. I could hear my father scoff. "Bloody Hell."

We turned to see Amenadiel standing in front of the piano. He glared at us both. I felt my father tense up. "Are you enjoying your little family reunion?" He said to me.

"Yes, as a matter of fact. I am." I said confidently.

He scowled. "But what about what I asked you to do?" That sinister voice seemed less scary now that I was sitting next to the Devil.

"Tsk. Tsk." My father cut in. "Yoji tried turning my daughter against me, Brother. For shame."

"She promised to help get you back where you belong." Amenadiel growled.

"No I didn't. I didn't promise anything." I looked up at my Dad. "Dad, you need to go back to hell."

"No." He said.

I shrugged. "See? I told you."

He took a step towards me with his arm raised. Like a flash my father was in between us. His hand on his brother's arm. "Now, now brother. Don't do something stupid." My father shook his head. "You lay a finger on her there will be hell to pay. And perhaps heaven to pay."

I swear I heard a distant rumble of thunder. The lights in the club flickered. I watched the exchange between my father and his brother. For a moment I was scared of the implications of angering the angel. "Father won't be pleased." I heard my uncle say.

"Oh well," my father mocked his brother.

The angel looked at me with a glare of hatred. I shuddered. My father put a reassuring hand on my shoulder. Amenadiel than spread his wings and was gone in a whoosh. I kept shaking. He squeezed my shoulder. "It will be okay, darling." He said reassuringly.

"I'm afraid of what will happen when I get home to New York."

My father looked down at me. "Nothing. My father won't allow it." He smiled at me. "Let's take this upstairs"

I nodded and followed him to the elevator. I sat on one of the couches while my dad was fixing drink at the bar. My baby kicked a few times. I had my hand on my stomach when he appeared. He handed me a glass of orange juice. "This is just juice?"

He nodded. "Just juice." He took a sip of his drink. We sat there in silence for a moment. I felt guilty about our fight earlier. It was wrong to blow up the way I did.

"Look Dad. I am sorry."

He held up his hand. "Apology accepted." He took another sip of his drink. Setting it down on an end table he leaned forward. His dark eyes looking at me. "I loved you mother." He said quietly.

I looked him in the eyes. They held sadness. I placed my hand on his.

He sighed and stood up. Walking back to the bar he poured another drink. I wish he didn't drink so much. Though being immortal I was sure it affected him different. "I wanted to marry her."

I was shocked. "You can do that?"

He nodded and chuckled softly. His eyes glistened as tears formed in them. He looked down at the floor. "I tried to help her. I tried to get her off of the drugs." His voice broke as he spoke. "But there is only so much that even the Devil can do."

I felt tears in my eyes as well. "I'm so sorry Dad."

He walked back towards me and sat down in the recliner. "You were not a mistake Persephone. You were not the result of some one-night stand. You were wanted." He took another drink. "She loved you. I know she may not have shown it but she did."

Tears fell down my cheeks. I suppose I knew that. My mother was not the most affectionate person. I had a few photos of her holding me. I resented her for dying. I hated that she chose the drugs over me.

His voice entered my thoughts. "I was there for you." He said. "I wanted to be there more. I wanted to tell you earlier. But I agreed with your Aunt Karen that it was best to spare you the truth. She wanted to give you a normal life."

I sat silently as my father spoke. The baby moved around. I giggled at the feeling. I could see him smiling at me. I looked up. "Sorry, I'm listening."

He shook his head. "No, it's alright. Do you have a name picked out for the little bugger?"

I nodded. "Yeah."

"Something good I hope."

"You mean like Persephone."

He sighed. "I know you may not like it but it has deep meaning to me."

I felt a few more kicks. This child was active. Very active. "Tristan."

"Tristan?" My father rolled his eyes. "That's so common."

"Tristan Lucifer."

He smiled. "Now you're talking."

I was surprised my husband had agreed to the name. His parents were devout Christians. They did not know that we intended to name our son after my father. He wanted to spare them that news until after the baby was born. "You want to feel him moving, Dad."

He sat there for a moment. "No, that's okay." He said softly. He stood up and walked back to the bar. I frowned slightly. I knew my father was not overly fond of children. I was surprised he had tolerated being around me.

I sighed. The baby stopped kicking. "Will you come out to New York, after he is born?"

"I wouldn't miss it for the world." He smiled.

"Really? Even though you don't like kids?"

He laughed again. "I held you, after you were born. In fact, I held you before your mother did."

I was shocked. "Why?"

"She was passed out. The nurse handed you to me. At first I didn't want to."

I narrowed my eyes at him.

He held up his hands. "Let me finish. She handed me this squirming little wrinkled thing. But then I looked in your eyes. And for once I had something in my life that was perfect. Something I made that was beautiful. And you were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen."

Fresh tears washed down my face. More guilt about my earlier anger. I looked down at my juice. I had barely touched it. I sighed.

"You are more like your mother than you think. Those bursts of anger." I knew he was referring to earlier. He continued. "That is all Joanie. That passion you put into everything you do. Very Joanie."

I was beginning to feel tired. It had been a long exhausting day. Part of me wanted to go to bed but I was enjoying listening to my father.

"You should probably get some rest." He said. I stood up and walked over to him. We hugged. I felt safe. I felt loved.

"I love you, Daddy."

"Of course you do." He chuckled. I started towards the guest room. "Goodnight Persephone."

"Goodnight Dad."

I dropped my bag on the floor and flopped onto the bed. I thought about calling my husband but was soon fast asleep.