This is my very first fanfiction so please be kind! It might just be a one-shot or I might expend it later. Enjoy!
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Chloe had never felt so low in her life. She was happy about only one thing, Trixie was with her dad this week and wouldn't see her like this. How could she have been so stupid as to give in to Lucifer? She was on birth control to and had insisted on a condom. Lucifer had been amused by that but had readily complied. And yet, here she was with three positive pregnancy tests in front of her. Her mind felt like it was imploding. She had to get out.
Tears were already forming in her eyes as she grabbed her keys. She was pregnant by the fucking Devil. The actual Devil had knocked her up. She walked fast need to move to get this pent up energy out. What the hell was she going to do? That thought ran through her head over and over again as she continued to walk. It felt like no time had passed at all when she suddenly became aware that she was in a park almost an hour walk from her house.
She hadn't been here in ages. Her brain cleared just enough for her to remember there was a lake at the center of the park and she headed towards it hoping to get some thinking done. She was thankful the park seemed fairly deserted and she had no trouble finding a quiet spot. She plopping down on a bench and stared off into the water. Fat tears were fulling down her cheeks in seconds.
"Miss, are you alright?" Chloe look up at the voice. A man with dark eyes and wavy hair was looking at her, she could see the concern etched in his face. She felt embarrassed to have a stranger notice her fully sobbing. Hastily wiping her cheeks she shook her head.
"Oh- yes, yes, I'm O.K." The words come out quickly and where weaker then should would have like. The man tilted his head slightly. It was clear to Chloe that he didn't believe her. Now that she wasn't in full sobs she got a better look at him. He had very dark hair was a broad face with think dark eye brows. He was not tall, if she had to guess he was probably around 5' 9" or 5' 10" and looked as if he was in his late fifties or early sixties. He had a kind face.
In the time it took her to get a good look he had taken a seat on the bench next to her. Not too close but a respectful distance away.
"Tell me your troubles Miss. Sometimes talk to a stranger can help." He had a slight accent when he spoke, Mexican maybe.
"I-, thank you. It's complicated." She looked down at her hands. But caught the slight smile the man gave her.
"Most problems are." He said no more and she struggled with what say next. How could she tell a stranger about this? He would think she was completely insane. But, she thought to herself, rather look crazy to stranger then to anyone she knew personally. Still, she would have to be careful what she said.
"I just found out I'm pregnant." She paused and glanced at him. He was looking at her with a slightly larger smile.
"Ah, Miss! Congratulations! Why should this make you sad?"
"The father," she would have to be careful here, "We are not married." She finished lamely. That was the very least of her problems she thought dryly. The man was nodding.
"I see. Do you wish to marry him?"
She faulted, stumbling over her words, "I, well, I'm not sure." He was nodding again.
"What sort of man is he?" That question almost made her laugh. It was absurd. Here she was, talking to a stranger about the guy who had knocked her up who was not a man at all but the honest to god Devil. She was shaken out of this thought by the man asking another question,
"Miss, please forgive me if this is to forward, but do you wish to keep the pregnancy?" Forward indeed she thought. But, he had asking it kindly with no hint of judgement. And, after the last question she felt she could actually answer this even if her answer would not give this kind man much to work with.
"I don't know." It was an honest.
"This man, has he been cruel to you?"
"No."
"Does he say unkind things to you?" It amazed her how a stranger could be so concerned for her.
"No. Well sometimes but not really. We, banter, you know he calls me annoying and I call him an ass." She was smiling now, thinking of those times.
"I see, and does this man respect you? Does he, what is the word…control you?" This question caused more memories than she could have anticipated, hearing Lucifer's voice snap at her ex, defending her. Always encouraging her to be herself, though often tempting her to break a few rules.
"No. He's, well, I guess you could call it a free spirit and encourages other to be the same." The kind man thought for a moment.
"A free spirit. Yes, that can be nice. But does he work Miss? Is he, as they say a free loader?" Another easy question. The man owned one of the most successful clubs in the city.
"No, he was a very good career. He takes care of himself." The man thought for another moment.
"So this man, he is not cruel, he respects you, and is encouraging of you?" She nodded. It was true. Though she never thought you could ever describe the devil with such words. But she couldn't deny it. Lucifer was, in a certain light, a very good partner.
"Would he want to be involved, do you think?" It was a fair question. She knew his views on children. Though over the years he become better with Trixie. Whether it was Lucifer getting better with children or simple Trixie getting older and thus more tolerable to Luficer she could not say. One the other hand she knew the pain he still felt from being throughout by his father. He would never admit it but he missed his brothers, his family. What would he say to having a child? A new family?
"Miss," He paused and looked her in the eye, "Do you wish to have another child?" The question struck her like a lightning bolt. Did she? She had been to shocked by the news and the thought of carrying a demon within to even consider if she wanted to have a baby. Could she carry Lucifer's child? What would it be? Trixie was 11 now, did she want to start raising another child? She felt a hand on her shoulder. The kind man was looking her in the eye again, and smiling.
"All will be well Miss. Sometimes it does not feel like that. But it is these tough times that makes the good time sweeter."
She gave him a smile, "Thank you. I must have made you late to wherever you were going. I'm sorry." She was, this man had taking so much time with her, a total strangers, just because she was upset.
"Miss, we all must help each other. It is the only way to make the world better, yes?"
"Yes, I think you are right. Thank you, you've really helped me. I'm Chole, what is your name?"
"It is very nice to meet you Chloe. I must get going." He gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze and was up and gone before Chloe could ask his name again.
She sat on that park bench for another hour going over the conversation again and again in her head. As the sun started to go down she made up her mind. She would talk to Lucifer. She needed to know if he wanted to be involved with this child. And Trixie had always wanted a sibling, she thought as she made her way out of the parl. She paused mid-step. The kind man had asked her if she wanted another child, but she had never told him about Trixie.