Chapter 35 – Hell’s Delivery Service  

The air was thick with tension. Elijah, Sean, Matt, and the angels stood in a solid line, weapons ready. Billy and Rose had barely walked back in the living room when the temperature in the room dropped, making the hair on Anastasia's arms stand on end.

Then came the voice.

Smooth. Unbothered. Laced with amusement.

"I did miss your face, love, so I thought I'd drop by personally and give you something."

Anastasia's face relaxed. Lucifer.

Every muscle in Bastian's body tensed. He shifted slightly, positioning himself between Lucifer and Anastasia while his hand hovered over his weapon. The others followed suit, rigid and alert. But Anastasia stepped forward, her gut telling her to wait.

Lucifer gave a lazy wave, and one of his guards stepped forward, holding something wrapped in a thick blanket. The guard extended it toward them, revealing the bundle's small, sleeping face.

A baby.

Anastasia's breath came out in a sharp exhale. She turned to Bastian, handing Alex over so she could take the infant into her arms. The baby was warm, impossibly tiny, his delicate features eerily familiar.

Lucifer arched an eyebrow at the stunned silence. "Oh, don't tell me you didn't know?"

Anastasia turned to Matt, whose expression had shifted from pure battle-readiness to something frozen and unreadable. "Oh my god… Matt, this is your child."

Matt barely breathed, staring at the baby like he was trying to process every word Anastasia just said. His entire world narrowed to the small face peeking out from the folds of fabric.

"I believe he didn't receive a name yet," Lucifer continued, sounding thoroughly unimpressed. "But could you please take him? I do not do babies."

Anastasia glanced at Matt, waiting for him to say something, do something. He finally stepped forward, hands slightly shaking as he reached out. She carefully passed the baby to him, watching as his arms instinctively cradled the fragile little body. Jenny pressed close to Matt's side, peeking down at the baby as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing.

"He's so small," Matt finally muttered, voice rough. He looked up at Anastasia, then back down at the baby, his mind still catching up to reality. "What do I even do?"

"Love him," Anastasia said simply. "And… name him."

A pause. Then a slow smile broke across Matt's face, hesitant but real. "Wyatt," he said firmly. "His name is Wyatt."

Jenny nodded, squeezing Matt's arm. "It's perfect."

Anastasia softened at the sight. But practicality soon crept in, making her clear her throat. "Matt, are you sure you can do this? You still have school—"

Matt snapped his gaze up, defiant. "I'll figure it out. He's mine, Ana. I'll make it work."

Jenny nodded fiercely. "We'll make it work."

Anastasia studied them both before finally sighing and smiling. "Alright. Wyatt stays with you."

Lucifer clapped his hands once. "Fantastic. My work here is done."

His expression turned a little more serious as he straightened. "Furthermore, I've shut down every last rebellion under my command. If an attack ever happens, the remaining rebels will be handled swiftly." He tilted his head toward Anastasia. "Should you require my assistance, just light a candle and say an enchantment."

Then his gaze slid to Jenny. "You're a witch, yes? You know how to summon demons?"

Jenny lifted her chin. "Yes."

Lucifer smirked. "Then summon me if it's life or death. Preferably with a bit of flair—candles, Latin incantations, the works. If I must be inconvenienced, I'd rather it be done with some style."

He turned to leave, then hesitated, glancing back. "And do keep me updated now and then on the child, would you? It's not every day I find myself in the role of a delivery service."

Anastasia didn't hesitate. She stepped forward and threw her arms around him in a quick, impulsive embrace. It was brief, but she felt the flicker of surprise in him before she stepped back.

"Thank you," she said softly.

Lucifer blinked once before his usual smirk returned. "Well, that was charming." He stepped back, hands in his pockets. "Farewell, Anastasia. Until we meet again."

As soon as he and his guards disappeared, the weight of the moment settled over the group. Anastasia, Bastian, Sean, Elijah, Billy, Rose, Phillip, Hugh, Trixie, Jenny—every single one of them moved in at once, surrounding Matt and Wyatt in a massive group hug. Laughter, relieved sighs, and quiet sniffles filled the space as the reality of their little family expanding truly sank in.

As night fell, exhaustion crept in. Rose and Billy volunteered to watch over Alex, giving Anastasia and Bastian the rare chance to just be.

In the dimly lit bedroom, Bastian pulled Anastasia into his arms, his forehead pressing against hers. "We made it," he murmured.

Anastasia exhaled, letting the tension in her shoulders finally unravel. "We did."

Bastian's fingers trailed along her jaw. "I will love and protect you, always."

She met his gaze, unwavering. "And I will love and protect you."

A slow smile curled his lips. "Forever?"

"Forever."

And then nothing else mattered.

Their lips met, slow and deep, sealing their promise in the only way they knew how. The war was over.

But tonight, they belonged to each other.

Bastian traced his fingers down her spine, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them. His hands, calloused from battle yet impossibly gentle, mapped her body as though committing it to memory. He kissed her with an urgency that spoke of survival, of victory, of having her alive and safe in his arms.

Anastasia melted into him, her hands gripping his back as they moved together, drowning in each other. The world outside their room faded away. No more fights, no more dangers—just them. Their love, their promise, their forever.

He whispered her name like a vow, and she breathed his in return. And as the night stretched on, they lost themselves in each other, over and over again.