"There you go, Ellie Bean," Josh grinned and plunked eggs and bacon in front of his daughter. "A nice, healthy breakfast."

"Thank you!" Ellie replied, then eagerly picked up her fork to dig in, but the second she looked down at the bacon, the overpowering smell of it hit her. "Oh, dear," she said, trying to ignore it, and stuff the bacon in her mouth without smelling it. But that was an even worse idea. The taste of the bacon was even worse than the smell and she immediately ran to the sink to throw it up.

"Ellie Bean, oh, my god!" Sarah yelled as she watched her daughter just be sicker and sicker. "What's happening?" She turned to look at Josh, her eyes full of worry. "We should get her to a hospital!"

"Let's wait until she stops puking first," Josh replied and put a hand on Ellie's back. "Come on, sweetheart. Let it all out. It'll be okay."

Finally, it all stopped and Ellie stood up straight, her whole body warm and shaking. "Sorry," she apologized. "I don't know what happened. First the bacon smelled really strong and then...then when I ate it, it just made me sick...which is weird. How can I be sick?"

"It could be because..." Sarah began, but trailed off. "No," she shook her head. "It can't be. You can't be pregnant. I don't even want to think about that."

Josh turned. "How the hell could she be pregnant? Don't you even say that, Sarah!"

"Right," Sarah gave a thin lipped smile and took Hannah out of her carrier. "I don't even know why I brought it up."

The rest of the day was spent in tense, awkward silence as Ellie took to bed and was plied with crackers, toast, and clear soda by Josh and Sarah looked after Hannah.

They finally switched positions just as night fell, and when Sarah came in and sat on Ellie's bed, Ellie asked, "Be honest with me...do you think I'm pregnant?"

"Well, your symptoms are similar to what was going on with me when I was pregnant with Hannah, but...how?" Sarah asked. Then, her eyes widened. "Don't tell me that Lucifer..."

Ellie gave a brief nod.

"Oh, honey!" Sarah hugged her. "I'm so sorry! If it were easy, I would go down to hell and kill the bastard myself! What did you do in his mind to deserve that?"

"I-I kinda took over hell and made him feel all emasculated," Ellie replied. "It was his way of getting things back to how they were supposed to be. And the real shame is that if he hadn't of pissed me off so much before hand, I might have actually liked it."

"Eleanor!" Sarah cried. "What in the world are you saying? He's the devil, remember?"

"And Josh is a demon," Ellie reminded her. "They're practically the same thing."

Sarah sighed. "What do you think about going to the doctor tomorrow or at least getting a pregnancy test so we know for sure?"

"We might as well," Ellie nodded.

"How do you feel about it?" Sarah asked in a muted voice. "If it turns out that you are expecting, will you keep the child?"

"No," Ellie spat. "Not a chance in hell!"

A loud crash from the direction of the garage brought Josh's head up as he clutched the plate he was washing tighter so it wouldn't break. Then the door opened and Ellie letting out a stream of epithets he didn't know she knew met his ears.

"I would ask what the verdict is, but I don't think I need to," he replied.

"No," Sarah sighed. "It's true. She's pregnant."

"And I'm sorry if the front of the car has a dent in it," Ellie snapped. "It had an unfortunate run in with the garage wall." She then stomped away, yelling more curses and ran upstairs. They heard crashes and bangs overhead, followed by crying because all the noise had awakened Hannah.

"My god, I've never heard her so mad before," Josh remarked. He was starting to be a bit scared.

"It's twins," Sarah got out. "Not just one baby. Should we tell her to calm down?"

"No," Josh shook his head. "I'll stay with Ellie and let her have a chance to get her feelings out, and why don't you take Hannah to your parents' house? She can get a good rest there."

"Good idea," Sarah nodded. "I'll do that."

Once they were gone, Josh waited downstairs until the banging stopped, and then steeled himself to go to Ellie's room. He opened the door and found her hitting her pillow repeatedly,

"I'm sorry this happened to you," he told her. "I won't let him get away with it. I'll kill him."

"No," Ellie sniffled. "Don't you dare! You could get hurt or trapped. Besides, I was the one Lucifer wronged. If anyone will kill him to avenge all this, it's going to be me. No one else."

"All right," Josh told her and gave her a hug. "Whatever you want is all right with me."

"Okay, here's today's mail..." Dexter announced. "Bill...bill...bill, note from Upstairs...letter from the gluttony demons...magazine..."

"Wait!" Lucifer stopped him. "Put all that stuff on the table. Except that letter from upstairs. Did you say I had a letter from upstairs?"

"Yeah," Dexter nodded and held up the white envelope. "Here."

"What does it say? Did you read it?" Lucifer questioned.

"I tried to do that once and you set me on fire after telling me never to open your letters," Dexter reminded him. "So...no. But I bet it's nothing bad. Maybe it's about Miss Ellie!"

"Probably," Lucifer nodded. "They're probably mad she made me fall down on the job." He grabbed a letter opener and tore the pristine white envelope open.

"What does it say?" Dexter asked.

"I will tell you after I read it," Lucifer replied. "Now go pay the gas bill. All the fire doesn't just appear, you know."

"It does, but I can't believe you're charged for it," Dexter rolled his eyes and left as Lucifer opened the letter, which told him he was being relocated to earth to lead the demons.

He couldn't believe it! He had to read it over four or five times before he finally came to terms with what it said.

"Dexter!" He yelled. "Dexter, get in here!"

"Yes, sir?" Dexter appeared before him. "Can I get you a drink? What's the matter?"

"This letter from Upstairs says I'm being relocated," Lucifer told him. "That I'm being instated as the leader of the demons on earth."

"Oh, how exciting!" Dexter grinned and did a little dance. "It means you and Ellie will be reunited!"

Lucifer scoffed and crumpled up the note. "They've all lost their minds! Who will take care of things here if I go manage the demons on earth? Who?"

"I'm sure we can find someone," Dexter told him. "It'll be all right. There's no need to worry. Want me to help you start packing?"

"I'm not going," Lucifer huffed. "I don't care what that letter says. They can go screw themselves."

Dexter took the note and read it himself. "You have to go," he said. "If you value your life you have to go. If you decide to stay here, you'll die." He pointed to a paragraph in much smaller print at the bottom of the letter before the signature. "Did you see that?"

"Oh, damn!" Lucifer huffed. "I hate that they know me so well up there. Well, I don't understand this plan at all, and I doubt it'll do any good, but...if I have to go on pain of death...I have no other choice, do I?"

"No," Dexter shook his head. "No, you don't. And don't worry. I'll smooth things over for you with Miss Ellie."

"Thank you," Lucifer told him sarcastically as Dexter and a few other demons began packing his things.

"You're welcome," Dexter smiled. "You'll thank me later, I promise!"

"I thought I would come and give you your bracelet back," Selina told Dorian. "I know this seems like giving up and it's not your fault that you don't remember me, but I just...I can't wait around forever, and I'm sorry. I can't...I can't do this anymore." She held the bracelet out to him and he took it.

"It probably doesn't mean anything to you that I'm giving this back, but...it meant a lot to me when I had it. Even though it was only for a short time, you were the best husband I've ever had and that's saying something." She gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Goodbye, Dorian."

It was as she walked away that he spoke. "Wait, Selina!" He cried, running to her, grabbing her, pulling her close and kissing her soundly. "You don't have to give this back," he told her, a cute, sincere smile on his face and a light in his eyes. "I remember you now. I do. Please don't give me the bracelet back. Please."

"Do you really remember?" Selina questioned. "You seem better, but...I'm not sure."

"You sing 'My Girl' in the shower every morning," Dorian told her. "You like to sleep bundled in covers after I give you a back rub. You knitted me a red sweater with one sleeve that's a bit short because you ran out of yarn, and you promised...you promised me that you'd make me a red velvet cake for my next birthday. Three layers, black frosting."

"Jeepers!" Selina whispered and then threw her arms around him to kiss him again. "It is you!"

"Yeah, it's me!" Dorian smiled. "And I couldn't be more relieved that I finally remember. You weren't too worried, were you?"

"I tried not to be, but sometimes it was hard not to lose hope," Selina told him. "Would you like to go home?"

"Yes," Dorian replied, turning to look over his shoulder as Rodan and Kathrine made out on a sofa that was in clear view. "I think...I think we should give them some privacy."

They drove home and found Lily and Arthur in the same position on the living room sofa. "I hope you remembered to use protection!" Selina remarked, causing them to pull apart.

"Sorry!" Arthur apologized as a blush colored Lily's cheeks. "But...she remembers me now and...and we're...celebrating."

"And we can't do it at my house," Lily added. "Cause Mom's pregnant and Dad would be freaked out by it, but we thought you would be okay. Sorry if you aren't."

"No, no, go ahead," Selina replied. "Just do it in your bed, all right? That's my good leather sofa."

"All right," Arthur grinned and grabbed Lily's hand as they ran off to his room and her giggle echoed off the walls.

"Want to follow their lead?" Dorian questioned. "I bet it's been a while for you."

"It has," Selina nodded. "First, I want to eat. Then we can follow their lead."

"All right with me," Dorian grinned and picked her up. "To the kitchen we go!"

"Still practicing gluttony, I see," remarked a voice from behind Ellie as she snagged food out of the refrigerator. It had taken some time before they'd finally figured out the sort of stuff she could eat without getting sick. Raw meat seemed to be a favorite of whatever was inside her. And chocolate cake. Not vegetables, though. Josh had tried to give her broccoli and she had been stuck in bed after for two days.

Ellie gasped and turned, a half-eaten raw chicken breast in her hand. "Dexter!" She whispered, turning away from the fridge and turning the kitchen light on. "What are you doing here? It better not be to take me back to him. I have enough troubles already. See?"

It was then that Dexter noticed her just visible belly. "Well, that's unexpected."

"Yeah, you think?" Ellie scoffed. "I tried to get rid of them cause I want no part of him anymore, but apparently, if I kill them, then I'll die, according to Josh, so...yeah. That won't happen. But once they're born and no longer a danger to me, I'm going to put them up for adoption because I can't raise his children. I just can't."

"I'm not here to take you back to Lucifer if you don't want to go," Dexter replied. "I suppose I could tell him about this, if you want. Lighten the burden a bit?"

"What would he care?" Ellie demanded. "He's probably spawned lots of little Damians over the years and hasn't given a crap about a single one."

"Actually he hasn't," Dexter shook his head. "Usually, he kills a woman after sex, specifically so he won't have to deal with this."

"Well, if that's the plan, he can slit my throat right now and I'll thank him," Ellie snapped. Then, she changed her mind. "No, don't you say a word," she breathed. "He's going to watch his spawn when it's born and if you say anything, it'll just give him a chance to weasel out of his responsibilities. I won't let that happen. I won't."

"I understand what you mean," Dexter replied, coming toward her. "I'm sorry this happened to you."

"Thanks," Ellie remarked. "At least someone is. Is it true that Luci kills women after sex? Or was that just a joke?"

"No," Dexter shook his head. "Not a joke at all."

"While it's true that at times I feel that I would much rather be dead," Ellie informed him. " But this time, I won't let him get off that easy. Don't you agree with me?"

"Yes," Dexter nodded. "I guess I do. I think parenting with the right woman would do him some good."

"Oh, he won't do it with me," Ellie shook her head. "At least not right away. I never said I wanted these children and I won't just take care of them because I'm the mother. Nope, sorry. Won't happen."

"All right," Dexter agreed. "I suppose I understand."

"Thank you," Ellie replied and continued to nibble on the raw meat. "And remember, next time you see him, don't tell him a thing about what's coming for him."

"Oh, I won't," Dexter promised. "I swear." Then he disappeared into the dark, Ellie finished her chicken, and tried to get some rest.

Despite his promise not to say a word to Lucifer about Ellie's condition, Dexter felt that in this case, he had to say something.

"Miss Ellie's pregnant!" He burst out to Lucifer. "And I'm not disposing of her like you've always wanted me to do with your flings! You have to face your responsibilities this time!"

"I'm going to be a father with Eleanor?" Lucifer grinned. "How nice! That means she has to spend time with me!"

"No, she doesn't," Dexter shook his head. "She doesn't want to keep the children because they are too much of a reminder of your bad actions toward her. She's carrying them to term because she doesn't want them to die, and then you and I are going to take them."

"What?" Lucifer asked. "You and I raising children alone? That's impossible!"

"How do you know that when you've never done it before?" Dexter questioned. "It could be a good learning experience. Plus, doing so and relieving Ellie of the burden might make her relieved enough to choose to come and join you on her own at some point and wouldn't that be better than forcing her just because you feel it's her job to help you with your family?"

"I doubt it will happen," Lucifer huffed.

"Just be patient and have faith," Dexter replied. "It might."

Lucifer chuckled and shook head. "First miracles and now faith," he said. "I'm beginning to wonder if you remember who I am."

"I do," Dexter nodded. "I know who you could be, too. Don't you?"