Chloe woke up alone in her dark bedroom. She looked around for Lucifer but he was no where in sight. Chloe sighed and sat up a little too fast. A wave of nausea hit her and she ran to the bathroom as fast as her swollen feet would carry her. Heave after heave, the morning sickness was strong and she clung to the porcelain god.

"Detective, as glorious as you are nude, there is something off putting watching you be ill", Lucifer said behind her. As she was about to reply, it came again. She felt her hair being lifted from her neck as he rubbed her back. She hung her head for a few minutes, waiting, making sure it was over.

She waited for the smart ass remark, for him to poke fun at her or to leave in disgust, but he didn't. Instead he began to run a bath and adding her favorite scents and oils. He laid her in the water and took a rag to clean her face. She didn't want anyone seeing her like this, especially the man now bathing her as if it were nothing.

"Beatrice, come here!", he yelled for the child.

She ran in a moment later, "What's wrong?", the concern for her mother making her brow furrow.

"Your mother is ill. I read somewhere incubating humans have a thing called sickness in the morning. Go fetch some crackers and one of those lemon lime drinks you have stashed."

As the child went to do as he bid, Chloe looked up at him, "I'm sorry, Lucifer. I know you have better things to do than play nursemaid to me."

"I believe this is what a best friend and constant companion should do. Now come along, you're calling in today and the child and I shall be your servants. It will be like roleplay, only without the happier ending, like you gave me last night", he said, with a wiggle of his eyebrows. He helped her stand and dried her hair, wrapping her in a towel.

"When I woke up, I thought you had left. For the first time in my life, I was afraid of someone leaving me. Thank-you for being here."

"For honesty's sake, I was going to leave after I put you to bed. Then your spawn returned home and I stayed to care for her. I found out there is such a thing as too much jelly."

"What? Why did she come home? Did she fight with the other girls?"

"No, one of the children said Dan looked like a serial killer and she dreamed of us as murdered breakfast foods...I was Froot Loops."

"Aww, my poor baby. I had an odd dream too. You had wings and I was arguing with your dad and brothers. So weird. I killed one of them and it felt so satisfying."

"What did you girls eat for dinner to give you such dreams?"

"Tuna Casserole."

"Casserole, sounds..appalling. Now, I do believe you have a phone call to make."

Today, in the old timeline, she got shot by a Jimmy. He couldn't let that happen to her now, not with his heir in her belly. He could still scare the man into a bowel movement and get the creep convicted on his own. Maybe he would even have time to visit Dan, ensure that he stays away.

Chloe, Trixie and Lucifer had tea with 6 stuffed animals. He then taught the girl how to rub her mother's feet knowing it would only get worse. Seems his child was wrecking havoc on Chloe's body. On impulse, her cupped his hands around her belly, trying to soothe the wee one inside. He could feel the life force bursting forth and he stared at her stomach in awe. Was this how his Father felt when he made these humans?

"What ever you're doing, please never stop. All the aches and pains have stopped."

He leaned back against the arm of the sofa and spread his legs out in front of him, "Sit and lean back against me, we'll see if this helps."

Chloe quickly complied. She would do anything to feel the peace she just felt again. She laid against his chest and he lifted her top, rubbing her belly from the sides to the middle. She cooed and tilted her head back, kissing his cheek.

"Mommy, Lucifer, the douche is outside. He looks drunk", Trixie yelled in warning.

Lucifer slid out from under Chloe and ran to the door. He knew what was coming, Dan was going to try to give Chloe a beating. Well he'd see about that.

"Detective, take the child and go upstairs. No matter what you hear, do not come down. Understood?" Chloe agreed and took Trixie by the hand, "That goes for both of you, offspring", he said, wagging a finger at the girl.

Once Chloe and Trixie were upstairs, Lucifer straightened his shirt and tie and flung the door open. There, wobbling on his feet was Detective Douche wearing nothing but and adult diaper and a wife beater tank top. How appropriate.

"Douche, what a surprise! To what do I owe the pleasure? I really didn't expect to see you so soon."

"Shut the fluck up. Get behind me, Satan", Dan said, holding a giant pimp cross up from his necklace.

Lucifer cocked his head at the douche and reached out, yanking the cheap chain and cross from Dan's neck, examining it in his hand, "What an exquisite piece of aluminum, Danny. I didn't know you bought your metallic finery from the local ninety-nice cent store."

"Look, bro, you need to get out of my way. I have come to see Chloe, I'mma give her an abortion", he said stumbling forth.

Dan didn't get to say much else. He found himself flat on his back. As stars circled his head, Lucifer picked him up and threw him in the trunk of his car. He hoped Chloe and Beatrice weren't watching but if they were, he would explain the dire need to relocate the douche to the basement of Lux.

He hopped in and started the ignition. He gazed up at the house and saw no one peaking from the windows so he sped off to get to work. The Douche was going to receive a most fitting punishment. Once at the club, he parked in back, by the loading dock so no one would see him unload his cargo. It wouldn't matter a whit to him if they did but he was in no mood to put on the charm He had the devil's work to do.

Dan found himself dropped on his diaper padded ass in a room with only one light bulb swinging from the ceiling. It was casting creepy shadows on the wall and he once again pissed himself. Lucifer paced around him in circles like a wolf on the hunt. Dan watched him, wondering if he was going to pounce. Lucifer stroked his chin for a moment before yelling for Maze. Instantly, the demon woman was by his side.

"Well, well. What do we have here?"

Lucifer decided it was time to tell Maze everything. About the timeline, the do-over and the child in Chloe's womb. The demon grew wide eyed as she soaked in the news. He then told her about the douche showing up to kill his heir. Maze dropped to one knee in front of her Lord and bowed her head.

"The prophecy has come true. Our king has sired an offspring."

"Seems like that's the case, but why are you on your knee. You're not a submissive demon, I didn't create you that way."

"I'm trying to swear an oath to protect you and yours but, dammit, you interrupted me."

"Ah, so sorry, carry on."

"You ruined the moment",she said, standing. "What are you going to do with him and why did you dress him like that?"

"That was not my doing. He showed up at the detective's house like that threatening to abort the babe."

"Are you going to end him or do you have something more nefarious in mind?", she asked smiling and licking her lips.

"Ending him would be so easy, really, but I want him to suffer."

Their conversation finally registered in Dan's Pabst Blue Ribbon soaked brain. The kid was Lucifer's?, "You knocked up Chloe? So, you're like, what, having Rosemary's baby or some shit?"

Maze kicked him in the face without a blink, "No one told you to speak, maggot."

"You know, in the last timeline, Chloe gutted him with one of your blades. You were so disappointed. I say, string him up, by his eye lids and we go from there. I have to get back to Chloe, she wasn't well when I left her. Do as you please with him but save some for me."

Maze gave him a brief bow and Dan, well, he shat himself. No one was going to change him either. He smelled awful but Maze was used to those in her charge defecating themselves when the reality of their situation finally hit them.

Maze kicked him again for good measure and went to get her special bag. She was sure she had some old fishing hooks in there from when they came topside. Back then, Lucifer thought people still fished for their food. Now, how she had to decide if she should use twine or fishing line.

His arms and legs were chained to iron rings jutting from the wall. She put a dirty sock from the alley in his mouth and a half iron mask over his the bottom of his face so she wouldn't have to listen to him cry. Maze then gave a grin that was just this side of smug. Now the fun part. Dan would soon have his eyes wide open. Maze laughed, seeing him shake at the sight of the old rusted fish hooks. Sorry, shit stain.

Casa De Decker

"Chloe, darling, I'm back!"

Trixie ran to greet him, all smiles, "Mommy fell asleep. She says the baby in her belly makes her tired. I told her that's what boys do. She thinks it could be another girl, but I know.", she said, pointing to her head.

"And just how do you know, did you peek at one of Mommy's ultrasounds?"

"No, silly, it's too soon for that. Your dad told me."

If Lucifer was capable of choking, he would have. Why was dear old dad conducting so many clandestine conversations with this child? It was almost as if he were using her as a messenger. Or, she could be the spawn of a messenger. Bullocks!

"So, dear old dad says it's a boy?", he asked casually. If he was going to get any information about any of this, the child would tell him.

The girl held out her hand, "A hundred bucks or you'll have to wait to find out. You hate to wait."

"Bloody little con artist is what you are", he griped, taking out his wallet and handing her five twenties. "Well, what do you know?"

"Grandfather, that's what he said to call him, said you needed a son and I needed a brother so he decided mommy was going to give you a boy child who would bring the light back into the world."

Lucifer inhaled deeply. This information made him feel unsteady. His Father had a hand in the forming babe's existence and that said kid would bring the light back into the world. Which meant Trixie was the voice God in all matter relating to the child, no wonder Maze had mentioned a prophecy. Beatrice was a messenger. Michael was her sperm donor. Bullocks, he would end Michael for touching Chloe. He was also pissed at all of them. If Chloe and Beatrice were so important to Dad's grand old plan, why did he let them suffer such abuse at the hands of a douche? Someone had some explaining to do and this time, it wasn't him.

"Let's go check on your mother and see how she feels about your male child theory. Here, listen to my iPod until she awakens. It's got a massive library of songs, all of them absolutely perfect", he said, handing the girl the gadget.

"No way, uh-uh, I know what's on there. No way, I don't want my brains running out of my ears like a smoothie", she said backing away from him like the device he held out was a hand grenade.

"You'll love it one day."

"Highly doubt it, "she stated as they took the stairs two at a time.

"Then I know an exquisite way to torture you, either way, Lucifer wins."

"Butthead", she teased as they went into Chloe's room.

Lucifer was concerned almost immediately. The detective was breathing hard and she was flushed. Her belly caught his eye as it moved like someone was swimming inside. To his untrained eye, it looked bigger and rounder than it had when he left.

"Yeah, she's fatter. Your dad says it's natural and that he will be born faster than human babies", the girl said, as if it were nothing.

"Dad spread literal Miracle-Gro on this one, didn't he?"

Then he heard it, that damnable wing flapping which usually heralded in bad news. Probably Amenadiel with something stupid to say. But, no, it was much worse. It was Gabriel. His butt kissing brother.

"What now?"

"Father has a message for you."

Lucifer threw up his hands in frustration,"Well, no need for all the pomp and circumstance, just spill it."

The angel shrugged, "She's having twins!"

Then he was gone.