Bonus scene for S4E9.
PATERNITY
Amenadiel had never been as obsessed as Lucifer could be about being 'known'. World, humans, civilizations go on.
Time goes on.
He had always gone on with his task, with fleeting times between his hands.
Light, untouchable moments where he had stayed in a corner, quiet guardian, hands for duties passing by, dying, born again, evolving. Never-ending. Unnoticeable, yet present guardian angel of Time.
"Here. Hold his head."
His palm is the perfect shape for his son, known for a long time, expected for as long, the main reason for fleeting times of anxiety in that room, when Linda had held the same palm. Strongly.
His boy whines strongly, struggles a bit, then seems satisfied that his tiny - so tiny - head fits in his hand. Something warm, heavy - fleeting, yet endless sensation of pure joy and anxiety rushes into Amenadiel's blood.
The nurse's hand on his shoulder startles him. She smiles. "Congratulations. You're a dad now."
Amenadiel blinks, stares back at his son's sleepy expression.
No. Not just now.
He'll be known as such, let everybody know his paternity for much… so much longer than that.
