Dan sighed as he struggled to button his blazer over his expanding belly. *One button it is today* he thought to himself ruefully.
The sigh caught Lucifer's attention, and he made a mental note to pick up several new jackets for Daniel today. Today was Chloe's 7 month check up. Thankfully, there was an ultrasound tech at the hospital in Lucifer's debt. He had smoothed over some trouble with her family's mafia connections. She was deeply indebted to him, and good at keeping her silence.
In a word, perfect.
At every scan for Chloe, Lucifer slipped her a $100 bill for "extra views" while Dan replaced Chloe on the exam table.
Despite a lack of uterus, Dan's pregnancy was progressing relatively normally. Placenta had attached to the abdominal wall, amniotic sac holding firm, their daughter happy, healthy and growing right on schedule. His belly had rounded quite a bit at this point, strong abs giving way to the expanding needs of the child.
The precinct had filled in their own explanation- clearly this was sympathy weight. Relieved, the trio had adopted this cover writ large. He endured a lot of teasing, but no undue speculation. He had put in for a long overdue week of vacation 8 weeks from now and been approved. He wouldn't have long to take leave, but they had a plan in place for a cesarean section, Lucifer plucking one of his own feathers for use in healing the wound.
This scan was as unremarkable as the others had been. After confirming that "mother" and baby were well, Dan refastened his blazer and headed back to work.
Chloe's scan went well, but her post-scan checkup was less pleasant.
"What's wrong?" Lucifer asked nervously, seeing the slight frown on the doctor's face.
"Your son is healthy, he's strong, he's big." The doctor stated this with firmness, and it assuaged some of the fear that had taken hold of Lucifer's heart.
"And my wife?" Chloe squeezed his hand.
"I'm not happy with her blood pressure today. Between that and the swollen ankles, I'm a little concerned. It's probably just me being over cautious, but I'd like to schedule a non stress test for tomorrow."
"Absolutely" Chloe responded. Lucifer squeezed her shoulders protectively. Under strict orders to take the rest of the day off, Chloe climbed into the passenger side of the four door sedan Lucifer had recently purchased. It was a Mercedes-Benz, but still surprisingly dad-like of him.
On the way home, Lucifer texted Dan to tell him what had happened. He offered to come home, but they insisted he stay at work.
Stepping off the elevator into the penthouse, Chloe flipped her shoes off, and leaned over to pick them up, not quite making it around her belly. Lucifer chuckled as he knelt down to retrieve them.
"It's not funny, babe. I'm so fat I can't even function anymore," Chloe grumped in frustration, slapping him on the shoulder.
From his position on one knee, he pulled Chloe onto his other knee, setting her down gently. Her weight was nothing for his strength.
He wrapped his arms around her then, placing his head softly on her stomach, enjoying the answering nudge he felt to his nose.
"My love, you have never looked more beautiful, more radiant than you do right now."
"That was sappy," she shot back, not quite ready to let go of her bad mood.
"It's true, though" he went on, undeterred. He began tracing circles on her belly. "Your skin glows, your lips are full and even more deliciously pouty than usual, and your breasts… For Dad's sake, your breasts are *luscious*." He reached up to cup one, punctuating his point, gently pinching the ridiculously sensitive nipple through the fabric of the blouse and bra. A small wetness spread from the spot.
She moaned softly. "You fight dirty, mister."
He kissed her belly and chortled, "Darling. I AM the devil." At this, his hand moved to start stroking her through her pants, and was pleased to find a spreading wetness there, as well.
She began grinding into his hand. Her labia, swollen from the pregnancy, were so sensitive to any touch right now. "Fuck, baby, that feels so good."
"You are perfect. I love you."
"I love you, too." She leaned over and kissed him until they were both gasping for air. She stood, pulling him with her, wrapping her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss.
He stroked the sides of her belly tenderly before letting his hands wander up under her blouse, cupping her breasts through the thin fabric of their restraint.
She stripped her shirt off with one movement, and with the next, Chloe had her bra unhooked, and she shrugged out of it with a sigh of pleasure.
Lucifer then began to knead them in earnest, teasing the darkened areolas with his skilled fingers. More liquid began to bead up out of her nipples. His tongue flicked one, then the other. She groaned from the pleasure it gave her.
Spurred on by her reaction, Lucifer took one nipple into his mouth and began to feed. A small amount of warm, sweet liquid flowed his mouth and he drank greedily. Releasing one breast, he immediately began suckling on the other, and was rewarded with both another rush of nectar, and a scream as Chloe came, hard, from the intense pleasure of having her breasts lavished.
Still trembling, Chloe kissed him again, tasting her own milk on his lips. "Fuck me," she growled.
Lucifer gave a roar of delight. He pulled her pants and underwear down at once, and helped her kick them off. Then he discarded his own trousers and shoes.
He gently but firmly bent her over the back of the couch, knees supported by the cushions, round waiting ass at the perfect height.
He slipped first one finger, then two into her wet hot pussy, thumb gently teasing her asshole. "What do you want me to do?" he purred. "What is it that you desire?"
"Fuck me, Lucifer, make me come!" With a deft thrust, he entered her from behind, his cock replacing his fingers. He could feel the tip bump into her cervix, and she screamed again, another orgasm taking her over. He held still while she convulsed around him. When she calmed a bit, he took hold of her hips and began to slowly, languidly move in. And out. In and out.
The sounds his wife was making should be illegal. Her mewling with every movement was doing things to him that he had no words for. His pace quickened.
"Harder," she groaned. He obliged. Pounding into her, hips slapping against buttocks, the speed ramped up considerably. She began to quake and scream with her third orgasm. Pregnancy was good to her.
"More," was all she could choke out around the sobs building in her throat. He gave her everything. He could feel the tension building in his balls as he pounded her mercilessly. He reached around under her belly, finding the hard knot of her clit with his fingers, hoping to coax one more out of her before he came.
"Lucifer! Oh fuck, Lucifer!" she screamed with wild abandon. She began shaking apart in his hands, clawing at the cushions beneath her palms. At the sound of her calling his name in that way, with that voice, Lucifer exploded into her with such force that his knees threatened to buckle. He held onto her for dear life as they rode that high together.
When at last they were fully spent, he pulled out of her. He sank down onto the couch, hastily spreading the throw blanket beneath him, and yanked her to his chest where she fell with a soft thump.
Gently petting her swollen lips to prolong her afterglow, he kissed her on the forehead. She sighed and shivered relishing the feel of him, strong and steady under her. Talented fingers that could bring the highs of pleasure, inflict the most exquisite pain, give soft and gentle comfort-those fingers were soothing the battered flesh of her womanhood.
It was the most amazing feeling to be thoroughly fucked and thoroughly loved.
After what seemed like forever, Chloe glanced at the clock. It was 1:30. She sighed. "I'm going to hop into the shower. Trixie will be home from school at 3." Lucifer let her go reluctantly.
He watched her shapely body sashay toward the bathroom, full round belly, ever so slightly widened hips, firm ass bouncing. Holy fuck, he'd never seen anything so captivating.
When she finally shut off the hot water and grabbed a towel, she heard the soft melody floating into the room from the grand piano. Crossing to his side, she chuckled as she recognized the tune.
Lucifer began to sing softly, "You are so beautiful, to me." She smiled despite herself.
"You are so beautiful, to me. Can't you see?" It was corny and heavy-handed, but exactly right.
"You're everything I hoped for." She sat down next to him.
"You're everything I need. You are so beautiful to me." As the music trailed to an end, he turned to her, and grasped her hand in both of his.
Looking her in the eye, he said "Chloe. You are the most amazing woman I have ever known in my very long life. You are stunning and kind and smart and sexy. I waited millennia for you and it was well worth the wait. I've never before been anywhere near this happy, not even in Heaven." His simple sincerity broke her. He never lied.
They sat in companionable silence for a moment before she shooed him off to take his turn in the shower. By the time Trixie got home, they were both clean and dressed, and the living room had been set to rights.
"Hey, Monkey, how was school?" Trixie shrugged and threw her bookbag down by the door. Looking at Lucifer's disapproving raised eyebrow, she picked it up again and took it into her room.
When she emerged, she asked "Why are you and Lucifer home this early, Mommy? Are the babies okay?" To Trixie and anyone NOT medical staff, Chloe was pregnant with twins.
"The babies are fine, sweetie, but the doctor wanted Mommy to rest today, that's all. I'll go see him again tomorrow."
"Okay," Trixie nodded. "But if you're supposed to rest, that means no cooking or cleaning tonight. Can we order pizza?" The little opportunist.
"Sure," Lucifer replied. "That sounds lovely. Then you and I can do the dishes after." Trixie wrinkled her nose.
"Only if I can order chocolate cake too."
"It's a deal," he said and they shook on it.
Trixie had finished her homework and was setting the table when Dan came home. He heaved a sigh of relief as he unbuttoned his pants. He walked over to his daughter and kissed her head.
"How's Trix?" He said, laughing at his old, old joke. Trixie rolled her eyes.
"Mommy is supposed to rest, so we're having pizza and chocolate cake for dinner. It's for the babies." She nodded as if that sealed the deal. The baby in Dan leaped at the mention of pizza. Okay, maybe she had a point.
He ruffled her hair and gave his friend a quick kiss on the cheek, Lucifer's hand brushing lightly over Dan's belly. The baby did a barrel roll. She loved her Daddy.
Dan sat down on the couch next to a firmly entrenched Chloe. Feet up, pillows, blankets, a drink of water nearby. It even looked like her toenails had been inexpertly painted by small hands.
"Trixie got a little carried away with the R&R?"
"I don't know, I could get used to this. Get this, *Lucifer* offered to do the dishes tonight. And convinced Trixie to help." Dan raised his eyebrows in disbelief.
"Our daughter? Willingly doing dishes?"
"It's for the babies!" Trixie cried from the other room. "But you have to help too, Daddy."
"I think Mommy would get lonely if we were all in here without her" said Lucifer easily. "How about we make this a you and me thing, little human, and let Daddy keep Mommy company?"
Trixie thought for a moment then nodded. Just then, the elevator opened and the delivery driver stepped out. Lucifer retrieved the pizza while Trixie ran off with the cake.
"AFTER dinner!" all three adults chimed as one.
"Okay, geeze, gang up on me," she grumbled, putting the cake down and taking her seat at the table.
Lucifer paid the man, quietly tipping a very generous amount, and placed the pizza on the table. Dan helped Chloe up from the couch and they took their seats as well. Lucifer perched lightly on the bench next to Trixie, his usual spot which delighted the girl to no end.
"Let's say grace," she said, holding out her little hands to Lucifer and Dan. Lucifer sighed and took the proffered appendage. This was tedious, but it was important to Trixie, and to Dan. He rolled his eyes and endured. *The things we do for love* he thought to himself.
"Thank you, Lord, for this food. And thank you for sending Lucifer to Mommy and Daddy. He makes them very happy, and he makes me laugh. He's going to be a good Daddy. Thank you for the babies, too, and keep them safe."
*Yes, Dad* prayed Lucifer. *Please, please keep them all safe.*
