Lux, 2200H. Lucifer retreated to the penthouse after an uneventful night. He didn't want any company at least tonight unless that company is a certain detective.
But who is he kidding? That certain detective is angry with him for pulling a dangerous stunt once again during their case. She yelled her head off and dismissed him, said something about a time out of sorts, like what is he? Twelve?
Normally, he would just show up and disregard whatever she said, because, at the end of the day, she's gonna put up him no matter how dickish he seemed to be. Yet he gave her what she wanted, maybe to show her that he respected her enough, despite himself. This woman had really done him in.
A whooshing sound and a light thud shook him out of his reverie. He immediately knew who it was.
"Azrael, sister, to what to do I owe this pleasure?" Lucifer sounded unamused and did not even bothered to face her.
"Well, just dropping by to see how you're doing. How are you doing?"
He quirked an eyebrow and finally turned to her, glass in hand, their distance only separated by the bar.
"Fine." He answered, voice dripping with sarcasm. "Now, what is it you really want? Coz I'm not going back to hell if that's what you're after."
Azrael shook her head and spoke.
"Nah. I just want a drink. Pour me some?"
"Sure."
The devil pulled another glass.
"And I've brought something from the Silver city. Just think of it as a thank you gift for stopping a war. Nobody really wants that you know."
"Right. And what is that bizarre concoction?" He pointed at the gold canister.
"Something that would help you relax. Here, have a taste."
She snatched his glass and drank the remaining liquor, poured the contents of the canister about a half full, then handed it back to him. Lucifer's eyes wandered to the blue liquid in his glass, then back to his sister.
"Luci, it's not poison! I told you, it's a gift."
"Well, little sister, forgive me if I'm a tad suspicious. Everyone's out to get me after all."
"Not everyone. Come on, for old time's sake. Please? It's really good, I promise."
The devil sighed in frustration. He knew she wouldn't let him be if he didn't oblige. So he drank what Azrael brought him and suddenly felt lightheaded. A light thud was heard as he dropped to the floor.
Lucifer opened his eyes to the blinding light and the sound and vibration of someone jumping on the bed. His head was pounding but he shook it off and when he turned around, he saw a kid, about 3 or 4 years old, dark brown hair and green eyes jumping and yanking the covers. He was horrified, to say the least. Where was he, exactly?
"Alright, alright, we're up."
Said a voice he'd recognize anywhere.
"Good morning." She greeted and planted a kiss on his cheek. He stared at her wide eye and froze. He backed up, miscalculated, fell off the bed and hit his head on the opened drawer.
"Ouch, that really hurt!" He exclaimed as he doubled over in pain.
Chloe immediately went over to his side after securing the bouncing toddler.
"Let me see," She held his chin up and examined the redness on his upper left brow. "It's just a scratch, you're fine."
Chloe sighed. She didn't need to babysit another child today. "You owe me, okay? It was supposed to be your turn."
She pointed out as she gathered her hair and pulled it up in a messy bun.
"Turn for what?" He continued to rub the affected area, wincing as he did.
"The baby?"
"I beg your pardon?"
"Ugh."
The detective stood up and carried the young one off the bed, settled him on her hips.
Panic stricken, yet determined to keep it under wraps, he took in his surroundings and tried to remember what happened.
"Azrael." He gritted his teeth.
What the hell are you up to?
He ran his hands over to his face and noticed a gold band. Another shocker. It would seem that he and Chloe got married? What in the world?
Well, of course, I wanted to be with her more than anything. But…
The detective had already left the room in a haste. The devil groaned inwardly but got up anyway, found himself in actual pajamas.
He grumbled yet again. He looked ridiculous in them. Where are the nice suits?
Curious, he followed the sound and found the culprit and his detective. The little guy was standing, holding on the rails of his crib, bawling, with snot and all. Lucifer grimaced. He hated kids. Especially babies.
Chloe settled the toddler in one seat and proceeded to pick the baby up from the crib, laid him on the change area and quickly disposed of the soiled diaper. The little dude immediately stopped crying when she did. When she was done, she picked him up again, and then spotted Lucifer standing in the doorway, made her way to him and handed him the baby.
Lucifer gasped as he held it at arm's length like it was some radioactive substance. Chloe eyed him incredulously.
"What are you doing?!" He finally found his voice.
"I just changed him."
"I am not seeing the point here. Why am I holding him? And whose spawn is this?"
"Yours."
"But! That's impossible!"
"Right. Whatever."
The detective shook her head vigorously. She mentally counted to ten, took the toddler's hand and left the room, Lucifer arms still outstretched.
"Come on, Zain. Why don't you wake up your big sister huh?"
"Detective! What am I supposed to do?"
"Figure it out, Lucifer. I'm dozing off for another half hour."
The devil sighed in exasperation. The baby meanwhile, smiled at him and cooed. He studied its features, dark brown hair, chocolate colored eyes… oh. His face dropped when he realized the uncanny resemblance.
"You really are my offspring, aren't you?" The little one grinned at him as if answering the question.
Lucifer went out of the baby's room, still dangling the boy, and headed to the room he first found himself in.
"This hellion is really our child, Detective?"
Chloe removed the pillow over her head and turned to her husband.
"Ugh, Lucifer, you're being a weirdo. Why are you holding him like that?"
She put away the covers and grabbed the little one and sat him on their bed.
"Honestly, Lucifer." She laid down again and stared at her baby, who returned the same enthusiasm.
The little one rested his chubby hands on his mother's cheeks and tapped it slowly, which made Chloe chuckle.
"I know baby. Your father is a little cuckoo today, isn't he? Give Mommy a kiss?" He leaned over, mouth wide open and planted his lips on Chloe's temple.
Lucifer hated to admit it, but it warmed his heart, seeing the love of his life, happy.
"Does it… Does it have a name?"
Chloe scowled at him.
"Yes. His name is Lucian. Trixie calls him Lou."
Lucian. Of course I'd name my kid Lucian. I wonder if it's a mutual decision? Memo to me, kick future self in the balls.
"Right. And he's…how old?"
"He's one and a half."
"And the other spawn? Is he mine too?"
"Duh. Zain, he's three."
"Detective, we got busy!" He grinned widely and earned another groan from Chloe.
In reality, he wanted to run away the second he realized what was going on. However, he thought of what his detective could do to him. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, he remembered. Chloe was a force to be reckoned with.
"Daddy!" The young boy wrapped his little hands around Lucifer's legs and the latter's hands automatically shot up.
"Aah! Right. Spawn. Please contain yourself." Chloe shook her head at that.
The devil's wife gently pried the boy from his father, scooped him up and placed him on his seat.
"I doubt he'll understand what you meant by 'containing himself'. What has gotten into you this morning?"
"Ahh, let's just say I woke up on the wrong side of the bed? Is that a reasonable explanation?"
"Ugh." Years later and she's still struggling to get used to his antics.
"Good morning, Dad."
A smile graced Beatrice's features as she sat down across Lucifer.
"What's for breakfast?"
"Did she just call me 'Dad'?" He turned to Chloe for an answer but Trixie beat her mom to it.
"Of course! Don't be silly, Dad ." Trixie enunciated. "You married my mom, so you're my step-dad now. Calling you 'stepdad' is a mouthful. Lucifer is fine, but it's kind of disrespectful in a sense. 'Dad' is just one syllable, so, and you allowed me to do so. We had like a pact, signed in blood."
Lucifer took a step back at her statement, mouth agape.
"I'm kidding about the blood pact, of course." Trixie chuckled. "Oh my God, Mom! Did you see his face?"
"I definitely did monkey."
"Ah, I'm speechless." He sighed, absolutely mortified of his current predicament. Not that he'd let Chloe know.
He'll think about what to do after he feeds the hungry folks in his not-home, or suffer Chloe's wrath.
"Well, what do we usually have for breakfast?"
"Omelette!" Trixie exclaimed.
"Omyet!" Zain tried to repeat Trixie's words.
"Aaw." Chloe cooed at her three year old. Lucian meanwhile also raised both hands in agreement.
"Lovely." He cringed.
"So, where are we exactly?"
"What do you mean?"
"Um, are we still in Los Angeles?"
"Y-eah?" Chloe dragged out her answer. "What is up with you?"
"Everything's just fuzzy, is all. Do I still run the club? Why aren't we at the penthouse…?"
"You still own the club, but you don't run it. Well, we've talked about this before, but sure, I'll enlighten you. The penthouse isn't really for kids, what with the parties and what have you going on just below, you know. Maze and Amenadiel are living in the penthouse, you gave it to them, remember?"
Lucifer sniveled inwardly. He loved the penthouse. Especially the balcony.
"Not really. Listen, Detec- Chloe, something happened to me last night. I believe this is my sister's handiwork."
"Which sister?"
"Azrael."
"Oh, the angel of death. Did she tell you what she wants?"
Lucifer's mouth hung open for a slight second but then thought that she may have just read it somewhere.
"You don't seem concerned at all."
"Why would I? You were redeemed, Lucifer."
"What?"
"Ugh. Must we go through this again? You were given a choice, to remain here on Earth as you are, or go back to Heaven. And you chose the former so that you can be with me. Here we are."
"So...so I did tell you that I…"
"You were the lord of Hell? Yeah. Several times actually. And showed me once."
"And you didn't run?"
"Oh, believe me, I wanted to. But I know you - the real you. That's what kept me from running. So, would you tell me now?"
"She didn't really say. She gave me something and I just...kind of, fainted."
Must be some drink.
"Anyway, we can talk more about this later tonight. For now, hurry up, you need to take Lucian and Zain to their doctor for their immunity shots. I have to go to work."
"Okay. Wait, you're still a detective?"
"Uh, yeah?"
Chloe prepared everything before she left with Trixie. Lucifer dressed up per usual. If he could put his boys in a suit, he would.
Hey, that's not a bad idea. Best finish that business and drop by my favorite tailor.
Bloody hell!
He cursed inwardly while Zain and Lucian stared at him, seemingly bored that their father could not figure out how to put the car seat in place properly.
"Tell me, Zain. How does your mother do this? I am at my wit's end, honestly."
The kid laughed hysterically at his father.
"Ahh, you think this is funny? You definitely have Decker genes, you little hellion."
"Need some help?"
"Ah yes, please. I cannot…" He stopped mid-sentence when he faced the person, rather the angel of death.
"Azrael."
"Hello to you too, brother."
"What did you do to me?"
"Nothing."
"Why are you here?" He stood protectively over his sons.
"Come on, brother. Those are my nephews. I wouldn't hurt them, or you, or your wife. Let me help you buckle up the little ones. You wouldn't want to get in trouble with your detective, won't you?"
He sighed in defeat and stepped aside. He watched her carefully as she arranged the seatbelts and clicked it in place.
"There you go. All fixed."
"Thank you…?"
Azrael smiled brightly at him.
"Well, you better go."
"Right. I will talk to you later."
"Sure. You know how to call me."
They arrived at the hospital on the dot and breezed throughout the process. Zain and Lucian didn't even cry and their Dad felt so proud.
"All done, yes?"
The nurse nodded, with an extra twinkle in her eyes, to which he smiled back.
Oh, hold that thought. I take marriage vows very seriously. I don't really remember the vows but, best not anger my detective. Ooh, 'my' detective. I love the sound of that.
"Goodbye now." He grabbed his kids and got out in seconds.
"Now, spawn, what do we do next?"
"Pwaygwand!"
"You're gonna have to speak properly, offspring. I am excellent in all spoken languages except for baby talk."
"Pwaygwand! Pwaygwand!"
"Ughh. How about we get your mommy to translate that for me, yes?"
"Mommy!"
Another defeated sigh. After that crash course with Azrael, he got the hang of placing the boys in their car seats with the intention of driving straight to the precinct. But then he remembered about getting Lucian and Zain suits.
"Ahh, we're gonna be twinning today, little hellions." He grinned and headed for his tailor. He was quite sure, he'd have had him made an entire wardrobe for his sons.
He was pleased when he was told that he did order customized suits for his offspring last week - of course, he doesn't remember that too, but who cares?
At the precinct…
He wasn't really sure if Chloe would be there, or if she's working on a case. Why didn't he call her first to save him a trip? Well. He wanted to see what had changed. And also show off his sons in a suit, with the same matching shoes with red soles.
Chloe was buried in her paperwork when she overheard a lot of 'aaws' and 'how cute' statements all around the office. And out of curiosity, she peeked her head and marveled at how exceptionally stunning the man and children were.
She shook her head and smiled when she met the gaze of her husband, who casually waved at her.
Zain however, was too excited, he just dragged his father with him to meet with his mom.
"Nice suit."
"Well, thank you."
"You really had them custom made"
"I did. I mean, why not?"
"Geez." She picked up the boy and talked "So, are you okay?"
Zain hummed.
"I did not cwy, Mommy."
"That's great, baby. So you didn't tell your Dad to take you to the playground after?"
"Ahh, so that's what he meant. He was saying something gibberish. I thought I'd had it run by you first so you can translate for me."
Chloe chuckled.
Then a gunshot rang and nicked Lucifer on the arm.
He cursed inwardly and immediately secured Chloe and his boys.
"Chloe, are you hurt anywhere?" He quickly examined her and then turned to their sons, who clutched on to their mother for dear life.
"We're okay. You're bleeding."
"It's just a scratch. But that bloody sod needs to be punished. Stay right here, Chloe."
A/N: Based on a movie called 'The Family Man'. I liked that feel good movie and thought it was nice to write something for Deckerstar, because, ya know, I ship them.
PS: I've added pictures, you can see them in my AO3 account :) I've posted the links to the pic in my profile since it doesn't work on this part _