Espatódea

Chapter 3

Author's Note:

- This story has a path of its own. As ideas come up I drabble them as eventually they transform themselves into chapters. Don't expect to have any kid of timeline here because we probably won't.

- Last chapter there was a comment about Lucifer being around for billions of years and it sounding fake him "being dumb" about childbirth. Well, I didn't have the intention to make Lucifer looking dumb. My intention was portraying this "man", very much human now, with the emotional depth of a 5 year old, facing the birth of his first child in a very traumatizing way. I know he has some grasp of childbirth as most of us do, but he also spent most of his billion years in hell, where I doubt many women gave birth. Like I said, the intention was to show a new father, afraid of losing the love of his life and baby in the same day. So, if Lucifer looks a little AU, bear with me a little, please. I just love when he shows his soft side so damn much…

- Thank you to all the amazing people who left amazing, incredible, inspiring reviews. You always make my day!

On with it, lovelies!

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His search for his wife ended when a nurse finally took pity on him (or finally got fed up with him bothering her to no end) and paged a doctor to come and talk to him. It was a middle aged, red headed man, with soft eyes and no nonsense attitude. He said his name was Nathan and shook his hand, an eyebrow going up when Lucifer introduced himself.

"Mr. Morningstar, did your wife have a placenta previa diagnosis during her pregnancy?"

Lucifer ran a hand over his face.

"Yes, at 28 weeks. There was some bleeding, she was admitted for a while but the bleeding stopped and they said we could go home as long as she stayed in bed for as long as she could and we would have to come back if there was any bleeding at all, or the baby stopped moving…"

The doctor nodded and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Well, Lucifer, a small piece of her placenta separated from her uterus and that caused the bleeding and the early delivery. It was minor but we still had to get in and fix it surgically because she bled a lot. We managed to stop it and she's stable now but it will take a while before she wakes up, ok? We'll move her to a room and you'll be able to see her as soon as she's settled. Meanwhile, if there's anyone you want to call, maybe grab her a bag, or the baby's, I imagine you left in a hurry. Everything is fine with your wife, Lucifer."

His knees nearly bent over. The devil cried.

Trixie was spending a few days with her grandma since her mom was put on bed rest. Lucifer would pick the little rascal up every weekend to spend time with Chloe and him. So he called his mother-in-law, explained the situation and asked her to bring Trixie over as soon as possible. No, don't wake her up to do it. No, don't come right now, Chloe wasn't conscious yet. No, don't tell her it was pretty serious, Penelope, she's 8, not 80, for fuck's sake.

After talking to Chloe's mom, he called Maze and asked her to handle his affairs at the club. Surprisingly, she was pretty concerned but he supposed Chloe and Trixie had a way of warming their way into everyone's hearts. Even if they came from hell. She would also send someone over with Chloe and the baby's bags.

Arizona found him almost an hour later, flashing those dimples.

"Hey Lucifer! I was looking all over for you. How's your wife?"

His head hurt like a motherfucker.

"Hmm, that woman is going to be the death of me, Doctor. And that is a very big feat because I used to be immortal. But apparently she's stable. I'm waiting for them to move her to a room so I can see her."

Arizona nodded, smiling, a little bewildered by his comment but let it go. "Well, your wife isn't awake but I know someone who is and could use a cuddle."

His eyes lit up like she had just handed him the world on a silver platter. "Well, that's just terrific, isn't it?"

Arizona chuckled and thought to herself that he was definitely one of the most eager fathers she'd ever had the pleasure of meeting. After a quick phone call to the front desk, she directed him to the room his wife was going to be settled in – as of yet, empty – and went to the nursey to get his baby while he waited for her patiently, sitting on the armchair by the window.

"Hmmm… Well, Dad… I guess… Thank you. Thank you for not taking them away from me."

It was a pretty night outside. Clear and as starry as a night in the city could be. The moment the words left Lucifer's lips, though, directed at his Father, acknowledging that maybe he had helped keep his wife and child safe, that maybe he had something to do with helping create the family he now had, it clouded over with rain, lightning as bright as energy itself falling from the sky towards the earth in sequence.

One might think – as humans often did – that it was a sign of his Father's displeasure when in reality it was the exact opposite. The rain was a symbol of his Father's tears. But combined with the lightening, sent Lucifer a different message. He accepted his thankfulness and acknowledged the birth of one of his angel's offspring. 25 lightning bolts hit the earth, one after the other in quick succession, signalizing the day of Djinn's birth. A pregnant pause followed before another 4 followed, signalizing the month and then 16 more, for the year.

Dad sure liked his symbols.

After that, the rain stopped, there were no more bolts and night returned to its previous quietude. It would make the weather people crazy trying to figure out what had happened and it absolutely solved none of Lucifer's issues, but it also brought some kind of comfort.

"Hey…"

His thoughts were broken by Arizona's voice as she entered the room, a pink bundle on her arms. "This little girl is very excited to see her daddy…" He wanted to get up but his legs wouldn't support him. Adrenaline had left him on a big woosh and everything he wanted now was to be with his brand new baby, his beautiful, brave wife and Trixie.

Arizona placed the baby on his arms. She was fast asleep, a green pacifier on her mouth covering half her face, one tiny, tiny, tiny little pale hand curled over her right cheek. She was such a small baby, he mused, running a long digit down the bridge of her cute little button nose.

"Hey, Djinn… You are so beautiful."

"Her name is Djinn?"

Lucifer raised him eyes from his daughter to her doctor, titling his head to the side at Arizona.

"It's a nickname. Chloe didn't wanna know the sex, which I found pretty obnoxious if you ask me, so we had to come up with a nickname. We thought it was fitting for the devil's child. It was Trixie – my step-daughter – who came up with it, actually. She's such a clever little human."

Arizona realized she had a very strange man in front of her. But as a doctor, she had dealt with several strange new fathers, so she let it go. After making a comment about going to check on her other patients, she decided to give them their privacy. Lucifer's attention had left her completely and was now entirely on the baby, anyway.

"Seems like you fell asleep on the way here, right? It's ok though, pumpkin, because your mom isn't here yet and I bet she'll want to catch you awake. You know, when I first met your mom, I wasn't really expecting to be surrounded by small humans. I'm still getting used to your sister but I guess she wouldn't give up on me and it made it easier. So don't mind if Daddy sometimes is a little weird about that, ok? I'm still learning this whole attachment thing. Doctor Martin says I don't deal well with emotions. And ever since we realized you were coming, hell, ever since I met your mom it seems every time I turn around I'm surround by those blasted things. I don't know how you humans get anything done, really because it's incredibly disturbing. I think about your mom all the time and now I have all these feelings that are very inconvenient when you take into account I am the devil. How boggled up it is for me to be so in love that even breathing hurts when she's not around?"

Of course Djinn didn't answer and just slumbered on, the pacifier moving sporadically, taking up half her tiny face.

"And then Trixie and now you. How am I going to find space for all these people? I feel like one of those silly humans who like to throw several balls in the air."

His musings were interrupted when a nurse wheeled a stretcher inside the room, followed closely by an attending. Chloe was still out, a tube on her nose to help her body do as little as possible in order to heal as fast as it could. Her complexion was still paler than normal but had a lot more colour than the time she was dragged away from him.

They made a quick transfer, from stretcher to bed, arranged tubes and IV bags, made her comfortable, answered his thousand questions then left promising to come back in a couple hours to check on her again.

He put the baby slowly on her bassinet, taking great care. His hands shook as he maneuvered himself towards the bed and assumed the same position he had a thousand years ago when he had brought her to the hospital with a bullet wound. Lucifer realized that he was already developing feelings for her even back then and the wait for her to wake up was difficult. Now, feelings in full blown mode, the wait was excruciating.

Lucifer was anxious for his wife to wake up, to see the smile on her face, bury his face on her hair to smell it, feel it against his face as she giggled because her neck is a ticklish spot. He's impatient, grumpy and lonely. His skin felt all sorts of wrong, like it didn't belong to his body.

A moan came from the bed and he raised his eyes, hoping.

Chloe was stirring, just small, slow movements, like she did first thing in the mornings when consciousness was coming to her slowly, their bed was still warm and she was still wrapped around him in a tangle of limbs and hair. Her nose was the first part of her body that moved when she first woke up, just a twitch before her lids fluttered open once, twice, her mouth slackened. She would move a hand, usually the one on his chest if he slept belly up or abdomen if he turned his back to her during the night so she spooned him from behind.

If they were tangled up when she woke – and they usually were – Lucifer would feel her yawn and the way she stretched all her limbs with a moan all the way to his toes. His favourite thing in the world was to bury his whole face in her shoulder as he pulled her as tight as he could towards him, rubbed his morning hard-on against her soft belly and listened to that first, good-morning "hum" she gave. She always smelled like the moisturizing cream of choice from the previous night and warm dreams.

Now, though, her "hum" was confused and when her eyes finally opened and focused on him he couldn't help the way his smile was a little watery.

"Well, look who's back…"

She smiled at him, sleepily. "How long have I been out?" Chloe asked slurring a bit and he was pleased to realize she was also remembering the first time they bonded.

"Three years."

His grin was enormous.

"Hi, baby."

"Hey, luv. How are you feeling?"

She moved a little, feeling all sorts of woozy.

"Sore. A little nauseous."

Lucifer kissed her softly, brushing his nose against her temple and just breathing her in, reassuring his stupid, racing heart that she was ok. That they were both ok.

"Someone is very anxious to meet you…"

Chloe's eyes widened, became a little more focused.

"Djinn? Is he ok?"

It had been a constant argument between them for almost 39 weeks. Lucifer was a firm believer they were having a girl while Chloe told everyone she was sure the baby was a boy.

He raised her bed just a little so she was more comfortable when meeting their daughter then turned his back to her to pick Djinn up from her bassinet.

"Well, I hate to point out to you how I'm always right, but…"

Chloe gasped as she took sight of pink blanket and cap, eyes filling with tears. Lucifer placed the slumbering baby on her arms, watching with amazed eyes his wife fall in love with their baby.

"Djinn, you're a girl…"

He chuckled, loving her to silliness when she raised her blue eyes to lock into his, the whole universe swimming in them; so much emotion that Lucifer would have that moment forever branded in his mind, for all eternity.