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Several months had passed and although Lucifer's attitude toward her had barely changed, she was thankful that Lucian had at least tried to warm up to her again. Finally excepting that this was just a mistake; he could no longer hold a grudge against her. She lie on the old overstuffed couch in the living room with her shirt up over her distended abdomen and David's ear pressed to her skin. Marguerite sat in a chair watching, she had grown fond of Addison, and although they were nearly the same age when Marguerite’s mortal life ended, she saw Addison as the daughter she never got to know. "What is that?" David's favorite question concerning this new 'sibling'.
"The baby is moving around, David, can you feel it?" She could feel it; it was stretching its limbs out and punching her
