Disclaimer: Maybe I do own Lucifer – but only in a parallel universe. Maybe earth 357 or so.
Characters: Trixie, Chloe, Dan, Lucifer, Maze
Inspired by: The absence of hugs in my life.
A/N:Ah. This was supposed to be more fluff – but I had one of the worst days I can remember ever to have had, and am a bit emotional right now... So this happened.
Can't believe it's only one more drabble I'll have to write before the months out...
Hugs
I
Trixie had limited memories of the time when her parents had still been living together – but the few she had were the ones she held most dear.
She must have been three or four years old and had had a nightmare. She did what every kid on earth naturally does: She went to her parent's bed, of course hoping to stay there the night.
Trixie wasn't even really sure why of all the times she'd slept in her parents' bed, she remembered only this one night – maybe it was the way Mommy pulled her close and Dad wrapped his arms around both of them, or how he kissed them both on the forehead before turning off the light again, or because of the warmth of their bodies so close together, or the familiar smell, or because she felt safe in every possible way... - This memory was the one she conjured up as being the core of the concept 'family' for her.
Hugs are for family.
II
"Nothing will change, monkey."
"You're lying! Everything will change!"
Trixie fled to her room, slamming the door with as much force as she could muster before throwing herself onto her bed to cry.
She could hear her parents talk outside, both of them sounding worried. At least for once, they weren't fighting but trying to work together.
Trixie pulled one of her cushions closer and hugged it fiercely in defiance of the world, a cruel world in which parents decided they needed 'some away time from each other'.
Trixie wasn't stupid. The same thing had happened with Julie's mum and dad – and now her dad lived hours away from her and she only saw him every second weekend.
She began sobbing helplessly, unsure whether all this hadn't been her doing somehow, whether she could've done something to prevent this...
"Trixie?"
"Go away. I don't want to talk to you!", she screamed at her Dad.
She heard him sigh and then walk away, saying goodbye to her Mum on his way out. The front door snapped shut – and Trixie jumped out of bed, threw her door open and ran after him as fast as her legs would carry her, into the cold winter air: "Dad! Dad!"
The next moment she was engulfed in a warm, tight embrace: "Hey there, monkey. It's okay, I'm still here."
"Don't go away", she sobbed into his jacket, clinging to him fiercely.
He released her and looked into her eyes solemnly: "It's better this way. But", he said when she shook her head in protest, "whenever you need me, just give me a call. Any time of the time. I'll be on my way the next minute, okay?"
He embraced her again, tighter than before, and kissed her forehead like he always did: "I love you so much."
"Love you more", she mumbled into his jacket.
Hugs are to say you're there for someone – no matter what.
III
Trixie knew her Mommy had a bad day when she merely shuffled indoors, kicked off her boots and went straight to the couch to slump down on it, one arm thrown over her eyes liked she was trying to block out the world.
After she'd fetched a glass of water for her, Trixie climbed onto the couch and then onto her mother's lap to throw her arms around her Mum's shoulders. After a little while, she hugged her back, planting a kiss on Trixie's hair: "I'll be all right, monkey."
Trixie nodded, waited another minute before releasing her mother, then shifting back a bit and asking: "You know what Anna said to Miss Fisher today?"
Mommy, knowing full well she was trying to distract her, ruffled through Trixie's hair and fondly smiled at her: "Tell me."
Hugs are to tell how much you love someone.
IV
"Where have you been, Trixie? I told you to be back at six!"
"I know... I forgot what time it was."
"I don't want you to be out when it's dark, you know that."
"Yes, Mommy." Trixie hung her head. She could see her Mum was furious, but there were also smudges of mascara on her cheeks and her nose was red like she had been crying.
Her mother gathered her up in a hug: "Don't do that to me again, you hear?"
"I won't", Trixie whispered, slinging her arms around her mother's neck, "I promise."
Hugs are for promises.
V
The door opened and Mommy stepped in, followed by Maze and Lucifer.
"Lucifer!", Trixie squeaked excitedly, "you're back!"
Before he had a chance to do anything against it, he felt little arms being slung around his middle section.
He patted her dark hair awkwardly: "I wasn't even gone that long, child."
She beamed up at him with eyes shining.
Hugs are for welcomes.
