"I am bored." He stretched his arms over his head, pushing his chest out, letting his British GQ slide to the granite floor.
"Hmmm?"
"I am bored."
"Why don't you go to Hell?" Chloe emphasized the last word, but it seemed she didn't care as she stayed glued to the book in her hands.
"Very funny! Been there, done that! This morning actually." He crossed his legs so the speedo wouldn't show from her angle.
"So?" She still ignored him.
"Also boring." Lucifer huffed exasperated and turned around to lay on his abdominals, showing her his inviting butt.
"Can I come with you next time? I am also bored." Trixie suddenly stood beside her mom and looked hopefully at him and at her mom.
"Definitely not! You can't go, Trixie. It's too dangerous." Chloe shook her head. "Maybe you could go to Costco," she offered, still not looking up from her book.
"Are you insane!? I am not going to push one of their ridiculous carts and fight with a soccer mum over smoked salmon or gruyere cheese. And then wear one of those hideous masks and gloves when I am perfectly immune to that half dead thing!? Besides, our pantry is stocked." He now sat up and looked indignantly at her.
"I wouldn't bet on the immunity as you got me knocked up, and you could still drag the virus in if somebody throws himself or herself at you." She flipped a page, concentrating on its content.
"I see, the pregnancy has impaired your logical thinking. First you want to send me into that shopping nightmare, and now you say I could infect you by going there." The fallen angel threw his hands up in the air.
"Whatever. Just stop whining." She continued to read her novel, ignoring his outburst, playing with her honey colored hair.
"I am most certainly not whining. Merely stating the fact that I am bored." He reached for his tumbler and gulped the liquid down.
"Why don't you give cooking classes on YouTube?" The voice was devoid of any emotion.
"Really? I cook for pleasure, not for business!"
"Would keep Trixie and you busy."
"Or dancing steps on TikTok?" The girl suggested, now standing in the middle of both lounge chairs.
"That strange video app for teenagers, Beatrice? Never!"
"How about learning to draw properly? You said you wanted to take classes." Chloe was slightly annoyed according to her tone of voice.
"Sure, but no pretty teacher can come over." And he was still complaining.
"That's an excuse. There are many online tutorials." She put her book on the small table beside her, crossed her arms and glared at him.
"You're no help at all. I guess I'll go for a swim to keep at least my glorious body busy."
He left the lounge chair where he had been sunbathing, unfurled his white wings and walked over to the pool, letting her enjoy the view. She grinned and put him out of his misery, whistling at him, which finally drew a delighted smile on his features.
He was so easy to please if she teased him long enough.