So I finally decided to give a shot at writing a Lucifer fanfic. For those who follow me on tumblr, you know of my Deckerstar!Baby gifset series. In honor of that, I welcome you to the official baby story! With that in mind, here goes the introduction! Hope you enjoy!

Then I saw in the right hand of him who was seated on the throne a scroll written within and on the back, sealed with seven seals. And I saw a mighty angel proclaiming with a loud voice, "Who is worthy to open the scroll and break its seals?" And no one in heaven or on earth or under the earth was able to open the scroll or to look into it. -Book of Revelation

Prologue

For the umpteenth time that week, Chloe woke up to the all too familiar wave of nausea. It was, in a way, a crude alarm clock of sorts, except there was no snooze button that she could hit. She tried everything to settle the figurative storm in her gut: curling up into a ball, trying to fall back asleep… Hell, she even tried to ignore it all together, but it had been in vain. Every attempt. And her efforts always concluded with a hand clasped tightly over her mouth, trying to keep the rising bile at bay as she rushed into the bathroom to empty what little contents occupied her stomach.

Just her luck. Of course it would be her who'd get sick. But with what, she didn't exactly know. The stomach flu maybe? Dan had caught that last week and, for the sake of Trixie's health, Chloe didn't object in the least bit at his request for her to take their daughter despite it was his weekend with her. Perhaps it was a bad case of food poisoning? Lucifer always did warn her about getting those damn sandwiches from the department's vending machine.

Her hands, clammy from sweat, shakily gripped the sides of the toilet seat. The bile burned the back of her throat as she dry heaved, head completely aching from everything by this point. God, how she craved to be put out of her misery. If there was a list of the worst illness side effects, puking had to at least be in the top ten. Maybe five. Right now, for her, it was one. And it clearly lived up to its place.

"Hey," Maze's voice called out, her fist knocking much louder than need be on the other side of the door. "Are you almost done in there? You're not the only one living here. I need to use the bathroom too."

"Can you just give me a minute," Chloe responded weakly, still hunched over the toilet. "Please?"

Maze huffed, her irritation not muffled by the thin walls which separated the bathroom from the hallway. With purposely heavy steps, she stalked away leaving Chloe, who was very much thankful, a moment to recollect herself. Or rather, as best as she could. Maze was quite an unusual roommate-even without taking the fact that she was an actual demon into consideration.

For the most part, whether it was unintentional or not, she was more so concerned about herself than others. Which meant that if she decided the detective had used up her restroom time, Chloe wouldn't be surprised in the least bit if the Devil's right hand woman smashed and splintered her way through the door. So the LAPD officer pushed herself upright, trying to fight through the dizziness that engulfed her head. The sour taste of bile and the uncomfortable stickiness brought on by sweat only added onto the pile of reasons her day was already shitty. But for the sake of the bathroom door, she decided to take care of her cleanliness after Maze had finished with whatever it was she wanted to do.

"You look like hell."

Maze's comment wasn't even snide in the least bit as Chloe passed her on the way to the kitchen. Actually, it came out almost as if the demon was truly being sincere. Not that being described as looking like crap was a good thing, it was more so the fact the other woman noticed her disheveled state and did not mock her for it. She merely nodded in response, moving towards the cabinet to get a glass for water. God was she thirst.

"You should just play hooky," the demon simply stated. "The dead don't have schedules to keep up with." She paused, a smile playing on her lips. "For the most part."

"No," Chloe mumbled, running her hand through her hair. "No, I'm fine."

She ultimately decided to forgo showering, feeling just shitty enough to the point where she didn't care what other people thought of her appearance. Her mouth was still sour when she entered her office and, though she personally couldn't tell, she wouldn't be shocked if her smell was far from pleasant. Screw the flu. Professionalism be damned. Chloe's gut twisted as she sat down, and for a moment, the fear that she'd spew all over her desk popped into her mind. But she doesn't. Thank Christ for that. And she drew her focus to the various piles of paper strewn across the table.

"If I didn't know any better, I would assume you went out drinking last night." Lucifer stood in the doorway, the ever present cocky smile playing on his lips. "But your idea of fun centers more around watching some silly movie and indulging on cheap popcorn." His grin widened and for some reason, Chloe felt the urge to sock him hard in the face. "Unless you partook in something spontaneous and failed to invite me."

"Wheel of Fortune was on," and she didn't need to look at Lucifer to know he was rolling his eyes. "That and a rerun of The Price is Right."

"Bloody hell," Lucifer shook his head. "We really do need to work on your tastes in entertainment. As your significant other, it is my duty to not allow you to bore yourself to death."

"I sure feel like death," Chloe muttered, causing Lucifer's smirk to fade. "This stomach thing hasn't gotten any better. You're going to want to avoid being in close proximity to me. Trust me, you don't want to get whatever this is."

Now he had this look of worry about him. If stares could burn, the intensity of Lucifer's eyes studying her body would've left her in a crisp of black ashes. She annoyed by this. It was a ridiculous thing to be irritated about, but right now, the last thing she needed was for her partner to play Dr. Devil-the one that wasn't a role in their sexual roleplays. Chloe was independent. Always had been. And the thought of having someone hover over her due to something as simply as a little fever was less than ideal.

"Stop looking at me like that," she frowned. "I'm fine. I should've said anything."

"Perhaps you should go to a-"

"I'm fine," she nearly snapped, a tone she knew she would later regret using. "I don't need a doctor."

He doesn't push the idea any further after that. Instead, he sat close by as she scanned page upon page of paperwork. It was a slow day and nothing noteworthy had come up that required any sort of fieldwork. Chloe felt Lucifer's eyes remain fixated on her through the entire few hours it took to process things. He was worried, and deep down that meant a lot. But right now, she felt so awful physically that the mere aspect of him coddling her or showing any sign of affection could've easily set her off the edge.

"Let me at least drive you home," he nearly pleaded when the detective finished and stood from her chair. "I don't like the thought of you driving like this...Well, by that I mean, you know...sick."

"Lucifer," Chloe sighed, exhaustion heavy in tone. "I appreciate your concern. Really, I do. But I'm fine. Look," she met his gaze, noting that irritating, secretly adorable look he gave whenever anything wrong involved her. "I'm fine. I'll text you when I get home. Go to Lux. You have that party thing to host tonight."

"College graduation students from their respective sorority and fraternity houses," he corrected. "But I could easily have Maze or someone else cover-" Chloe's frown deepened and Lucifer sighed in defeat. "Call me if you need anything, yes?"

"Okay," her voice lacked promise, but it seemed ligament enough for the Devil to buy it. "Go have fun, okay? I'll see you tomorrow. We're still on for date night?"

"Yes," he agreed, seeming to perk up. "I have cleared all of my appointments for bringing in new Hell occupants just for you."

"I'm honored," she smirked. "Have fun tonight, okay?"

She could tell he wanted to kiss her and she'd be lying if she didn't admit she wished the same. But she was sick. Infecting Lucifer would only make things worse-trying to solve a case with two vomiting, coughing detectives wouldn't exactly be ideal. So she shoulder bumped him. Why the hell she did that was a question she asked herself immediately after doing so. Lucifer gave her an odd expression, but returned the motion nevertheless. He never questioned her quirks. God she loved him.

It was drizzling when she made it out to her car. Quickly, as to protect what work she was bringing home with her, Chloe tossed the bag of briefcases onto the passenger seat. By some miracle, her nausea had subsided a little and for the first time that day, the idea of actually eating something wasn't an immediate turn off. Actually, the thought of eggs and toast sounded quite wonderful. She'd need to run by to the store to grab a new dozen, but it was on the way home.

Turning on the radio, she scanned the channels to find a station Lucifer would make fun of her for liking. Who was he to decide what was or wasn't good music anyway? She breathed through her nose and allowed her fingers to drum against the steering wheel as she cruised towards the local grocery store. Maybe she'd buy a tub of chocolate chip cookie dough too. That sounded surprisingly delicious.

The parking lot had a decent amount of open spaces which Chloe attributed to people not wanting to go out in the less than pleasurable weather. Pulling up into a spot that was reasonably close to the front entrance, she hurried inside. Eggs and cookie dough, that was all she needed, and without Trixie in tow to ask for a plethora of other things, Chloe easily located the items.

It was only when she was making her way towards the checkout line that she found herself pausing in front of the pharmaceutical section. It was an odd feeling. This sudden thought that she needed something she previously hadn't even considered. Glancing around, which she knew was stupid because she had no reason to act suspicious, she walked over to a section off to the side. There were rows of them. All different brands. All different ways of telling results.

For a brief moment, Chloe hesitated, fingers barely brushing against the colorful box. Maybe she was being dumb. That these silly conclusions her mind was considering were just that. Silly. But for some reason the urge only grew and, after she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, she snatched the object from its spot on the shelf and hurried to check out.

Maze wasn't home by the time Chloe got there, juggling her purchases as she went about unlocking the door. That made things easy. The last thing she needed was for Maze to find out about something that most likely was nothing at all. She put the bags on the counter, placing them second in priority to the little box that accompanied her into the bathroom.

Multiple times Chloe tested and retested the door's ability to lock, which only fed into her paranoia. Finally, after being certain no one could barge in, Chloe turned the box around and carefully read through each line of instruction. Conducting the actual test itself was the easy part. Pregnancy tests weren't exactly made to be that confusing. The most difficult aspect was the waiting itself.

C'mon. She thought to herself. C'mon. C'mon.

Three minutes felt like three eternities as Chloe sat there trying not to look at the stick. It was ridiculous. There was no way. She wasn't even late. Was she? She'd been so busy...God, was she? Her stomach twisted, but this time the nausea wasn't from whatever it was she had. Nerves. Chloe closed her eyes and forced herself to breathe evenly. Then, inhaling deeply through her nose, she looked down.

Pregnant.

"Oh shit."

Hey folks! Sorry if this seems a bit rushed. I was super excited to get something out. I promise things will get better. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed. Please leave a review if you have a moment. It really does let me know if you are interested and, in turn, keeps me writing. Until next time! -Jen