It was rather risky, but it wouldn't hurt if they did it once, right?

Tartarus and Doria were currently up on Earth. As much as Doria wanted to explore when it was bright out, she knew it'd be better for both of them if they left once the sun had set. And a nightly setting would've been far more romantic than a brightly lit one.

The couple walked, arm in arm, down the dimly lit streets of Paris, admiring the lush and intricate scenery surrounding them. The moon was full and the stars twinkled across the midnight sky. The streets of Paris were quiet, the silence being broken by people eating and talking in restaurants and the sounds of feet stepping on pavement.

Tartarus felt nervous taking his wife out of his realm, especially at her current stage in the pregnancy.

The Braxton Hicks contractions were becoming more frequent, signaling the upcoming labor. Tartarus always found it strange when Doria remarked that the contractions weren't as painful as she thought they'd be, and there were times she barely realized they were happening. The primordial found it strange because he's heard that contractions are very painful - getting kicked in the groin painful.

The two stopped and sat on a bench, facing the Eiffel Tower. Doria noticed the anxious look on her husband's face as he rapidly tapped his foot and kept his hand on the hilt of his sword.

"Don't be so nervous, sweetheart," she softly said with a smile, placing her hand on his. "It's not like its our first date."

"How can I not be nervous?" Tartarus remarked, his reddish-brown eyes glancing around the area, ensuring no gods were around. "And anyway, I'm not nervous about that. You're eight months pregnant and, as far as I know, the gods could still be wanting to make your life hell. As pathetic as that is," he sneered in disgust.

"It's been almost a year since I've been on Earth. I doubt they're still interested in wanting to ruin my life."

"You'd think so, wouldn't you?"

The two stayed for a couple of minutes more, enjoying the peaceful and beautiful night before returning to the Pit. Thankfully, for them, they didn't see hide nor hair of the gods. The last thing Tartarus wanted was for his wife to get stressed out while pregnant, especially on Valentines Day.

~~~~ A couple of weeks later ~~~~

Doria was walking to her bedroom when she was hit by another round of Braxton Hicks contractions. However, this time, they were much more painful. She gripped the railing, grimacing in pain as she doubled over.

She powers through it, making a mental note to ask the maid to bring her a hot meal to ease the pain.

As she continues to make her way to her bedroom, Doria can't help but lean against the wall as she suppresses her whines and moans in pain. It's never been this bad, she thinks to herself.

"Um, my lady," a guard called out, rushing over to Doria's side. "Where are you going?"

"Bed. These contractions are a bitch - can you ask the chefs to make me some pasta or something?"

"Uh, my lady . . . you do realize you're in labor, correct?"

Doria pauses for a moment, her pain forgotten as her brains came to terms with what the guard had just said. Slowly, she looked up at him like Stewie as he tilted his head towards Brian, and quietly said one word: "What?"

"You're - you're in labor," the guard repeated, causing Doria to look down and notice the small droplets of water.

"Ah, it seems I am."

A wave of pain wracked Doria's body as the next contraction came - a more powerful one. She let out a scream of agony, crying out, "Dear gods, why?" More guards came rushing at the sound of her screams, and Doria was quickly taken to the infirmary.

She was lifted onto a bed and the guards left to look for Tartarus, leaving only the doctor and nurse. Doria gripped the sheets, pressing her lips together to suppress her cries. She wanted the pain to be over, she wanted this baby out of her, and she wanted her husband by her side. Tartarus burst into the room, rushing to his wife's side and grabbing her hand, giving it a comforting squeeze.

The room was filled with emotions - all coming from Doria - ranging from joy to finally seeing their baby to anger at not being able to push yet.

Finally, after three hours of intense pain and Tartarus being amazed by his wife's strength, it was time to push.

Beads of sweat dripped down Doria's forehead as she put every ounce of her strength into pushing, gritting her teeth and yelling in pain. It felt like an eternity for her. The pain was worse than she'd ever imagined, worse than the practice ones she'd been feeling for the past month. She just wanted it to end, to feel a moment of peace. A part of Doria regretted getting pregnant, but that was just the anger talking.

A look of relief grows on her face as she hears her baby's cries, and she blissfully laughs. Doria's body was sore and she could barely feel anything from the waist down. She had a second to gaze at her child before the nurse took them away and she collapsed on the bed, exhausted.

Her child is brought out, cleaned and tightly wrapped in blue. A boy. Doria's lips curl into a smile as her son is handed to her husband, who gazes at the boy lovingly. Tartarus looks at his wife and he walks over to her, gently placing their son in her arms.

Doria looks at their boy, her smile growing wider as she gazes at his cherubic features. "He's beautiful," she remarks, caressing his soft cheek.

"Yes," Tartarus glances between his wife and son. "What should we name him?"

Doria thinks for a few minutes. "Lucifer."