First and foremost, I want to thank everyone for the wonderful reviews. I cannot tell you how worried I was to post chapter 5 because I was afraid it was too fluffy. BUT, you know what? I love fluff and I'll be putting Lucifer and Chloe through some stuff later, so why not give them some fluff? They deserve it! You guys are amazing and Lucifans are by far the nicest, most supportive fandom out there. So thank you. :)

I left you another long, long chapter this week as it sounds like my next couple weekends will be quite full, so I hope this tides you over for a bit. Happy reading! Be gentle. ;)

PS: In honor of next weekend's holiday, I've hidden a couple Easter eggs for you. Enjoy.

*Fluff Alert* :P

Chapter 6

Chloe sat, idly spinning the charms of her bracelet and staring at Chelsea's case board where it had been pushed to the corner of Ella's lab. The perky forensic scientist was dancing about from counter to table, cataloguing the rather risque evidence for a new case, her music playing in her earbuds just loud enough to sound like a fly buzzing around the room, piercing the exact frequency to truly kill the detective's already pounding head.

Rubbing her temples, she sighed. Her eyes kept wandering back to the picture Dan had found on Wobble of Mitch Adamson and Judy May with the engagement ring. She had done some more digging on her ex's fake account and found the timestamp for the picture, putting the engagement at seven years ago. They'd only made their relationship Wobble Official two months before that.

Should Lucifer and I be Wobble official? she wondered, rolling her eyes at herself and squinting to focus back on the board. Speak of the...well him, she smiled at her own corny joke, but the fact that he was holding a tray of coffees and looking oh so sexy in that black suit with the tight pants didn't hurt either.

"You're a lifesaver," she beamed, reaching up for a coffee.

"Your usual, Detective," he quickly turned his hand and made it very obvious which cup she was to take, lowering his voice, "in decaf."

"Make that a pain in the ass…"

He raised an eyebrow, his eyes going from her mildly annoyed glare down to her conveniently ruffled blouse and back up, a small smile playing at his lips, "I'm just going by the book. How are you feeling?" he asked, but turned around to make sure Ella wasn't looking to get too suspicious and was a bit taken aback by the contents of her table. "Did Maze's sock drawer blow up in here?"

"There was a murder at The Lick-Her Store," Chloe laughed despite herself, shaking her head and trying to act solom.

Lucifer was not making that an easy task, having taken interest in quite the large black dildo. Ella still distracted, he picked it up leaving Chloe in a fit of giggles. "Now I grant you, I may be gifted, but this is just unrealistic. I can't even fit both hands around this thi-"

"Lucifer!" Ella ripped out her earbuds and grabbed it from him, her hands in rubber gloves. "I'm not done fingerprinting all these."

"Ooh, handsy are we?" he winked. "I'm sorry Miss Lopez, I was just trying to show the Detective here some proper technique for-"

"Okay, you're done. Step away from the dildos, Lucifer." Chloe blushed, but walked over to join them and passed the woman her coffee from the tray he'd sat down. "Ella, what do you know about the edges on ice skates? Like how crucial is it to have the two edges?"

Ella shrugged, focused mainly on writing down every detail of a bright purple love egg. "I never really did much skating myself, but I read about it almost constantly for years when I was a kid. There's a few diagrams in this one book I remember where it showed which edge you're supposed to land on for which jump, and if you're supposed to be on your inside edge or outside edge for different footwork sequences."

"So the way Chelsea's skates were sharpened to a point would have made a difference."

"A huge difference," Ella turned on the egg, the vibrations making a racket on the table and causing both Lucifer and Chloe to try and hold back laughter as she wrote batteries strong. "If I had to guess, I'm thinking it would be like going from roller skates with the four wheels stacked two and two, to roller blades with all four in line. Both are totally possible to skate on, but if you're used to doing tricks and stuff on one set and suddenly find yourself on the other, your balance is going to be way off."

The detective nodded, taking a sip of her completely useless, yet delicious coffee. "That's what I thought."

Just then, Dan walked in, also turning into a thirteen year old boy at sight of the toys on the table. "Did someone screw their own brains out?" When he didn't get the laugh he was expecting, he tried again, "Death by dildo?"

"There's nothing funny about this, Daniel." Lucifer stood up straight, appearing austere, but snuck a string of anal beads from the table and draped them across the man's shoulder, effectively losing it when Dan flinched and shooed them off like a spider was crawling up his back.

"Boys!" Ella snapped, "I'm sorry, but if you can't handle being around the uh...personal massagers...then I'm going to have to ask you to leave. Even if you did bring me coffee."

Chloe also joined in on looking guilty. "Ella I am so sorry about these two," she tried to hide a grin behind her coffee cup but failed.

"Sorry Ella." Dan tried to look genuine, but the phrase 'personal massagers' seemed to trigger a twitch in the corner of his mouth. "Chloe, I just found something on Mitch and Judy I thought you might find interesting," he handed her a folder. "They were married in Vegas a month after that picture was taken. Divorced about three years ago, right around the same time that he and Chelsea made it official that they were together."

"Seems like motive to me," Lucifer's eyebrow raised. "Seeing the person you love going off to marry someone else...not the best of feelings. Easy to want to see to it that the other person goes away." He stopped, realizing that everyone was looking at him and that Chloe's eyes were particularly sad. Concerned. "I would imagine anyway."

"Were you able to confirm May's alibi with the garage footage?" Dan asked, steering the conversation back on course.

Chloe shrugged, "Kind of? Her car wasn't seen leaving the parking garage until after nine, but she doesn't have anyone specifically putting her at her apartment. There wasn't anything at the crime scene to put her there either..."

"Awww! It's a baby!" Ella's face lit up.

Both Chloe and Lucifer looked at her like deer caught in the headlights. "What?" Chloe almost choked on her coffee, but noticing Dan's rather confused expression at her, quickly changed it to, "Where?"

"It's Fitzpatrick's little girl," Dan filled in. "I ran into them in the elevator. Her sitter fell through so she had to bring her here until her mom can pick her up after her shift at the library. Cute kid. Made me miss when Trixie was that little."

The detective had turned around to see the adorable little baby, trying as hard as she could to not grin wildly at Lucifer. She did risk a glance however and noticed he looked like he was trying just as hard to look as excited as everyone else. It wasn't working too well. Don't panic, Decker. He's just not comfortable around other people's kids. It's gonna be fine. "What a cutie!" she cooed through the window. "Remember how cuddly Trixie was at that age?"

"They're coming this way. I wanna hold her!" Ella took off her gloves and grabbed the hand sanitizer, but panicked when she remembered what was on the table. "Oh no, the Lieutenant can't bring her in here. She can't see these!"

"She won't know what they are, Miss Lopez, it's quite alright." Lucifer chuckled, "If anything she may want to gnaw on one. Have you got anything in say…prepubescent?" Chloe very quickly elbowed the man in the ribs as the new Lieutenant walked in, her little girl cooing from her arms and looking rather entertained by everything in her new surroundings.

"Detective Espinosa, I do believe we've already met," the tall redhead smiled and nodded, moving the baby to her left hip and reaching her right hand out to him. "Sorry to give you the full rundown of my morning at our first meeting, but thanks for the understanding elevator ride."

"Of course, Lieutenant Fitzpatrick," he smiled, shaking her hand and gently moving on to the tiny hand belonging to the grinning little girl, "And who might you be, ma'am?"

Fitzpatrick beamed, "Say I'm Neveah!"

Chloe caught Lucifer almost audibly rolling his eyes, but was proud of him for staying discreet enough to not come off as completely rude.

"As for you three," the woman smiled, reaching a hand out to each, "allow me to introduce myself. I'm Miranda Fitzpatrick, but please feel free to call me Fitz. Everyone does. I was the supervising Lieutenant in homicide up in Seattle for six years, but when this little one popped up, I moved back to be close to my parents...and the sunshine. I was so relieved that LAPD would hire me so soon after maternity leave, but I'm a single mom, so you may be seeing my little sidekick around now and then. Who seems to be taking quite the interest in Detective Decker." She laughed, moving closer to the other mom, "Want to relive the happy baby stage?"

Chloe laughed a little nervously, but held her arms out, expertly and gracefully receiving the squirmy little thing. As soon as Neveah was in her arms, she started cooing and nuzzled into the blonde's silky white shirt. The detective beamed, "Oh you are a happy baby, aren't you?" She couldn't help it and smiled up at Lucifer who was very clearly enjoying the show, but trying to act like he didn't care.

Dan patted the man on the back and smirked, "Shouldn't have let her hold a baby, man. That's your problem now."

Lucifer just gave a short laugh, rolled his eyes, and shook his head for show. There was a delicate balance to be maintained between looking aloof and the awe he felt at it all. He found it especially interesting how the little girl's foot had pulled Chloe's shirt up just enough to uncover the hair tie she'd rigged to button the pants. It had been two and a half weeks since he'd learned his lesson in not telling her that it wasn't a definite baby bump to the odd passerby yet. By now it was a tad more obvious, but one really had to be paying attention.

Unaware of anything showing, Chloe reluctantly handed her back to her mom, "We try to keep it pretty kid friendly around here. I've had to bring mine in more than once."

"Espinosa was telling me about Trixie. I can't wait to meet her!" She then realized what was on the table, her eyes growing momentarily wide before stuttering on, "And I've been reading up on everyone in the precinct and I'm excited to be working with you guys. I've heard all wonderful things. Especially about you and Mr. Morningstar over here."

Lucifer puffed out his chest, a devilishly smug smile on his face, "The Detective and I do make a good team."

"We do," she subtly patted him on the arm, giving him a reassuring smile. "We've been known to handle a lot."

"What else can you ask for in a partner?" Fitz nodded and turned her attention to the other woman in the room, "And Ella Lopez. I've been following this woman's forensic reports since her time in Detroit. Did you know she could write so beautifully that her case reports sound like short stories?"

"Oh, thank you ma'am," Ella replied, noticeably flattered. "Just out of curiosity though, in this report is there a particular way you would like me to refer to these um….items. For precinct reputation and all?"

Fitz laughed, "Just call them what they are, Ms. Lopez. I'm sure you'll make it sound more elegant than it is." She turned around and looked at Chloe, "Detective, can we have a word outside quick?" Lucifer found himself grimacing, thinking she must have noticed the hair tie as well and was more than a little shocked when the Lieutenant passed the baby to him, "We'll be right back. You don't mind do you?"

"Uh…" he stammered, holding the small human carefully, but away from himself. Before he could give a real response, the two women were just outside the door conversing. "Uh...h-hello small….person."

"I call dibs next," Ella whined, but came over to play with her, even if it was from the side lines.

Dan very carefully helped nudge the baby closer to Lucifer's chest, "She won't bite. Yet."

From outside the lab, Chloe could see the scene in her peripheral vision, her heart fluttering at the fact that Lucifer was holding a baby. He looked a little scared, more than a bit intimidated, but not miserable.

"Decker? Did you hear anything I just said?"

"What?" She blinked, refocusing, "Lieutenant I am so sorry. I was in another world there. What did you want to talk to me about?"

"Chelsea Adamson's case. The ice skater's suicide? It should have been an open and shut case and it's been your soul focus for a month now. Some other people on your team have had to adjust their workload, so I'm asking you to shut it down."

"With all due respect, Ma'am, I don't think it was suicide. Granted most of what we have is circumstantial, but I really do feel like I'm right on the edge of figuring this one out." She was so frustrated, she was on the verge of tears, "I can't just give up on Chelsea like that."

Fitz gave an understanding nod, "Detective, I'm sorry. Did you know the victim?"

Chloe shook her head, "There's just been a couple things with the case that hit a little close to home. I just...I need more time."

"48 hours. After that, I want this investigation dropped since everything points to suicide and I'll be moving you to a new case. Probably the….what are we calling him? Assbead Assassin?"

The Detective smirked again, despite the ultimatum. "I'll do my best, Boss."

Still mostly smiling, the ladies re-entered the lab to find Lucifer gently, but awkwardly bopping up and down, the little girl's back against his chest, her tiny hands fascinated by the Devil's nose. He had a rather pleading, nervous look on his face. "I think she may have had a little um...leakage...if you'd like her back, Lieutenant."

"You don't want to practice your diaper skills, Lucifer?" Fitz chuckled, grabbing Neveah.

Lucifer raised an eyebrow at Chloe as if to ask if that's what the conversation had been about. She very subtly shook her head. "No no no no, Lieutenant. That's an honor I'll save for another day, thank you."

"So am I showing or…?" Chloe asked, getting into Lucifer's black Corvette around lunch time.

The car's owner raised an eyebrow, trying not to fall into this trap again, "Detective."

"Free pass, Lucifer. I won't get mad."

"Famous last words," he chuckled, backing out of his spot and zipping out of the parking garage.

"Shut up, I just want to know why you assumed my conversation with the Lieutenant was about me being pregnant. How would she know unless I'm showing?"

He glanced over at the radiant detective once they were on the road, her blue eyes squinting at him the way they always did when he wasn't giving her the information she wanted. "Yes, Chloe. A bit. But the Lieutenant's child pulled your shirt up with her foot and exposed your little button extender rig you've got going on down there."

"Shit."

"Again, you almost officially live with one of the premier LA club owners," he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a credit card. "And seeing that it's his fault your pants aren't fitting, he should be the one responsible for the new wardrobe."

Chloe just rolled her eyes at the card and pushed his hand back. "Put it away, Lucifer."

"Sounds like this morning."

After twenty minutes of driving along the coast, Chloe's brow furrowed. "Where exactly was this place you wanted to take me for lunch?"

"Bit farther up the coast. Impatient today?"

"Hungry. Pissed off."

He looked hurt, "You said free pass."

"Not at you. At that Fitz. She informed me I only have 48 hours to solve Chelsea's murder now, so can we make this quick? I want to get back so I can read through her file again."

"I promise we'll get back to working on the case momentarily." Lucifer reached over and grabbed her hand, giving it a squeeze and noticing the same small questioning smile she'd worn every time he did that recently. "What else is going on in that head of yours?"

"It's nothing…" she sighed, rubbing his knuckles with her thumb. She started laughing to herself, "So Nevaeh is a definite no for a girl, I take it?"

"The heavenly names are a bit stripperesque, don't you think? With the Devil as a father, there's no use tempting predetermination."

"Is Lucifer Morningstar of all people going through that phase where dads start seeing women as someone's daughter? What will happen to Lux? What will happen to LA? To Vegas?!"

"Your acting has slipped a bit since Hot Tub High School. You're really enjoying this aren't you?"

"I am, yes." Chloe nodded. "But I get it. I had a co star named Angel and she was anything but." She looked around as Lucifer pulled over and parked the car on the ocean side of the road. "Uh...where are we? You said we were doing lunch."

Lucifer got out and grabbed a picnic basket from the trunk, a big cheesy grin on his face. "Up for a romantic picnic, Detective?"

Chloe got out of the car and carefully looked over the ledge, pulling her jacket a little tighter around herself. "Lucifer…" She cocked her head at him, "you think maybe we should find a spot that has like...stairs or...a way to get down there?"

"You're still having issues with the wing sitch, aren't you? They do serve as more than a hand hold for great sex." He looked around to make sure no one was coming down the road, handed Chloe the basket, and shook out his wings. "Come here." He held his arms out for her, but she still needed coaxing. Instead, he went to her, shifted the basket to her side, and picked her up by the bum, wrapping her legs around his hips. "This is different with clothes on," he took a deep breath, noticing his pants getting a bit tighter. "Trust me?"

She pursed her lips, obviously anxious, but nodded ever so slightly.

"Hold on tight," he winked, squeezing her to him and taking off. Chloe squealed with delight over his shoulder, her arms around his neck. He couldn't help but join in on her giddy laughter when they landed. "Okay?"

"We need to do that more often," she grinned, standing on tiptoes to kiss him quick before turning around to take in her surroundings.

He smiled, watching her reaction, and put his wings away "What do you think?"

They were roughly a hundred feet down from the road on a tiny beach, completely secluded from the outside world. On one side was the ocean, gently rolling up onto the shore, the cool breeze playing with her hair. On the other was a cave the size of a small room. Unlike all the other little alcoves and bridges in the city, this one looked like it had never been touched. No graffitti, no garbage. Just rocks, shimmering in the sunlight. "How did you find this?"

Lucifer shrugged, "Flying around one night when I couldn't sleep." He walked into the cave and spread the blanket out, digging into the basket to set up their lunch. "Now your spawn helped me this morning so we have PB&J or PB&J. I'll plan better next time."

She laughed, grabbing a sandwich and peaking in the box as she sat down, "Did you raid Dan's pudding again?"

"I did not, no. But," he reached into his jacket and pulled out a yellow file, "I did raid your Chelsea Adamson file. I thought a relaxing setting might help for a breakthrough. Cleared it with Fitz. Said we'd be investigating the rest of the day. I mean we are, technically, but stress isn't exactly a good idea for you right now." He put the file down between them on the blanket and leaned back on his elbow. Chloe tried to blink back the tears in her eyes, but failed miserably. Lucifer's face fell, sitting up and reaching to put the file back. "I was just trying to help-"

"No," she put a hand on his arm, "it's perfect. I'm sorry, I…" she wiped away her tears, "I can't help the water works at the moment. Really, Lucifer. I think this will help. Thank you."

He looked beyond relieved, laying back down and unwrapping his sandwich. "Right, okay! Well then, we're both under the impression that it was Dr. Bitchypants, the former Mrs. Adamson, correct?"

Chloe nodded, "We need solid proof though. Everything we have now is circumstantial."

By the time they'd spent an hour running down every single detail of the case, another hour talking through theories, and half an hour bouncing ideas off of one another on how to catch May, Lucifer had draped his jacket over Chloe's shoulders and they'd moved over to lean against the side of the cave. They were still pouring over the contents of the file in their laps, but Chloe's head had managed to end up on Lucifer's shoulder and his was resting comfortably on top of hers.

The Devil took a deep breath, losing himself in the intoxicating blend of her natural scent and lilac shampoo. He couldn't resist and caressed her cheek, maneuvering her face so that his lips could meet hers. "I think you need a break, Detective."

She smiled against his lips, "Oh you do, huh?"

He nodded, weaving his fingers in her hair and deepening the kiss, the flavor of her even more intoxicating than her scent. His heart pounded in his chest as he carefully moved everything off their laps, returning to her lips as if he was drowning and she was his oxygen.

Chloe's own breathing grew ragged and her cheeks felt like they were on fire. Lucifer's deliciously strong tongue danced with hers as she felt his warm hand wander up her shirt and gently cup her breast. It was tender, but as his thumb started circling her nipple, the pleasure outweighed the pain. "These are bigger," he grinned.

"They are not," she rolled her eyes, letting her own hand wander down past his torso, finding the bulge already pressed against the button of his trousers.

Lucifer's hand went lower, fumbling with the hair tie. Chloe was absentmindedly grinding her hips toward him, driving him wild and causing him to rush, getting his fingers tangled in the elastic. She noticed and chuckled, "Do you need help, Mr. Smooth?"

He pulled away, shaking his head, "I can unhook your bra with a look. I won't be outsmarted by a rubber band."

She didn't make it easy for him, her hand still on his pants and teasing with a gentle, slow rub. When he finally broke through the tie, his hand lingered on the very small bump between Chloe's hips as they locked eyes, their foreheads meeting and noses rubbing in their little intimate eskimo kiss.

The small loving smile turned into his lopsided lustful grin as his hand traveled back down, slipping under the elastic of her pink lace panties. His two middle fingers massaged circles on her clit as he watched her bite her lip. When she started moaning, his pants grew even tighter, his cock jabbing on the zipper. Her hand was right there, rubbing harder, the faster he went but she wasn't making the move to relieve him of his discomfort.

"Luc….cifer…" she panted, putting a hand on his arm.

"You're not going to throw up again, are you?" He shifted uncomfortably, trying to relieve the pressure himself, not slowing down on her.

She shook her head, her eyes rolling back into her skull. "We're...outside."

"Technically in a cave, dear," he laughed against her neck, his hot breath spreading goosebumps all the way down to her thighs.

"We can't do this h...here, oh G-Lucifer!" his fingers slipped slowly inside and were hitting just the right spots, her muscles tightening to grip him, his discomfort growing stronger.

"Come, Chloe, where do you think the cave children came from?" he carefully laid her down on the blanket he'd spread out for them and started pulling down her jeans with his other hand. He kissed where the denim had been, never missing a beat with his fingers as she arched her back impatiently, pulling at his hair.

Right as he was finally unzipping his own pants, his phone went off. He quickly grabbed it from the pocket in his vest and ignored the call, not looking at who it was. He had more important things to do, for starters trying to get Chloe's heeled boots off with one hand. Easier said than done as he'd yanked her pants over them and his tongue now licked slow circles, steadily higher and higher up her thigh. Giving up on the boots, he pinned her down with his arm as she squirmed, trying to coerce his mouth to join his quick fingers. "Patience, love," his sexy chuckle tickled her already swollen, sensitive lips.

"Nnngmph," she moaned, gripping at the blanket, her thighs squeezing into Lucifer's ears. "Not….fair…"

He moved his arm to her thigh, shifting it just enough so that he could hear the sexy little noises she was making. The noises that sent electric shocks up his spine like nothing else he'd ever heard before in the millennia he'd been enjoying this particular activity. The ones that only intensified when he very slowly licked around his fingers and up to her pelvic bone, flicking his tongue where his thumb had just been playing in her folds.

Right as he'd replaced his fingers with his whole tongue, his phone went off again. He growled, flipping it over to quiet it again before going back to work. Chloe's hands had moved down to his head, her nails scraping softly on his scalp and sending shivers down his neck. She was pulling him in harder and harder into herself, bucking against his tongue. Her moans were getting lower, her skin hot and electric under his nose.

He gave her one last kiss on her bud before sliding out from between her legs, both hands finally free to carefully yank her pants from her boots. Lifting her leg, he settled himself carefully between her hips and started rubbing the same area with his cock.

Chloe pouted impatiently, but reached up to grab his collar, fully enjoying just how ruffled up and disheveled he looked now. Her limbs already felt like jelly, hot and tingly. But she wanted more. She moaned, raising her hips to try and persuade him to just take her. To stop teasing her. The anticipation was killing her.

And then his phone rang yet again. "Just let it ring, Lucifer." Chloe grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down to kiss him hungrily, reaching down to grip his shaft, squirming herself into place.

He raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed, "I'm loving this assertiveness, Chloe. Is it the hormones?"

"Shut up, Lucifer. You started this." She whispered, wrapping her boot clad feet around his back and grinding her hips into his, slowly taking him herself. Not one to let her have all the fun, he thrust in hard, his eyes rolling into the back of his skull as her nails dug where his scars once were. The deeper he went, the harder she scratched.

Until his phone went off yet again, this time playing the ringtone for Facetime. "Do not answer that one," Chloe begged, her head digging into Lucifer's cradling hand.

He reached for his phone with the other hand, fully intending to throw it against the cave wall, but saw the screen. "I'm afraid it's your little cockblock." He sighed, stopping his thrusts with tremendous effort.

Chloe's eyes grew wide, "Oh shit, what time is it? I forgot my phone in the car." She grabbed Lucifer's wrist and looked at his watch, "Shit! Get dressed." She pushed him off, biting her lip at the exquisite pressure as he pulled out, and looked down at herself to see if she could pass for decent. Deciding she should be fine from the waist up, she answered a little breathlessly, "Trixie! Baby I am so sorry, we lost track of time."

Trixie's picture on the screen looked sceptical, "Why is your hair so crazy, Mom?" Lucifer chuckled off camera, carefully pulling up his pants and packing up the basket.

"We were doing some beach investigating at the beach. Beach hair, you know."

"Uh huh. Well I tried calling you like five times. Are you going to come get me? Mrs. Parker wants to go home sometime tonight."

"Yes Monkey, we'll be there as soon as we possibly can. Tell Mrs. Parker I am so sorry and you think of a way we can make this up to you tonight, okay?" Lucifer pulled out his wallet mid shirt buttoning and checked his stash of hundreds, fanning out three of them to Chloe. She glared at him and shook her head. "I love you so much, Trixie. I'm sorry."

"It's fine, I have a few ideas," the little girl disconnected and Chloe wrestled her pants back on before putting Chelsea's file back together. Before she knew it, they were in the Corvette, both feeling more than a little unfinished with their business.

Lucifer sat at the bar in Lux, slowly swirling what was left of his bourbon. He'd come down to unwind from his end of the bargain with the Brat, which just so happened to be helping her with her French homework. He had tried to get out of it by reminding her he couldn't read or write in all the languages he knew, but the urchin made the point that it needed to be in her handwriting anyway. The last hour had been spent translating sentences about a boy named Pierre, a girl named Margot, and their lost dog who just so happened to be named Lucien. Of course, to finish off the lesson, he may or may not have taught his small partner in crime a few choice French curse words.

He smirked to himself as he ran a thumb around the edge of the glass, thinking of her pronunciation of merde. He was just about to down the rest of his drink and head upstairs when a familiar face sat down next to him. "Why the scowl, my Demon friend? Getting sent off to chase another bounty in Ohio, or wherever it was?"

"I just heard some interesting gossip," she grabbed a bottle from the well and poured herself a drink, slamming the first one before pouring a second.

"Clearly."

"Exactly how long did you think you could hide it, Lucifer?" She glared at him, her usual intense self.

The Devil raised an eyebrow, taking a sip, "You'll have to be more transparent than that, Maze. What am I supposedly hiding, exactly?"

"You somehow knocked up your little human pet," she sneered, trying to cover up an ambivalent smirk.

Lucifer tried to hide his shock, but his infernal companion knew him far too well, and he knew it. His mouth suddenly felt very fuzzy, but he still managed to match her intensity, "Where did you hear that?"

"Does it matter?"

Finishing off his drink, he took the bottle from Maze and poured himself another in an attempt to cool down, "First and foremost, she's also your friend, so don't call Chloe my human pet. Secondly, she doesn't exactly want anyone to know yet, so I'm curious, yes."

"A little birdie told me," she squinted. "So the King of Hell is just going to stick around and play happy family with his humans from now on, is that it?"

"We've settled this a long time ago, Mazikeen. I'm not going back to Hell and I thought you'd grown to accept that as well. What about the bounty business? Your friends here? Now that you've made up with the Detective's child, you want to abandon her too?"

"A baby, Lucifer? A screaming, oozing, pooping, puking, slobbering baby?" The woman rolled her eyes and finished her drink. Noticing the slightly dazed look on her friend's face, she started laughing, "And here you keep saying you don't want to go back to Hell. HA!"

Lucifer took a deep, shaky breath, his heart in his throat thinking of how uncomfortable he was with the new Lieutenant's child that morning. "It's not like this was planned."

"Who chooses to procreate?" she grimaced. "Look, I'll play auntie, or whatever you want me to be, but I'm not changing diapers or getting left alone with it until it's Trixie's age. However this happened that your swimmers mixed with a human, it's on you two. I just hope Decker's strong enough to carry the Devil's spawn. What will that look like when it comes out, exactly?" Obviously not noticing the man's apprehensive face growing pale, she patted him on the back and was gone.

His stomach sank as he let himself truly think about it all like Chloe had asked him to do weeks before. He squeezed his eyes shut, and only noticed how tightly he was gripping the glass when it cracked. A small piece stuck in his hand, but the Detective was far enough upstairs that it only left a papercut sized slice and a small trickle of blood. The mildness of the wound suddenly made him feel too far away as he could feel his pulse thudding in his ears. Casually ducking several scantily clad women, he made his way to the elevator and up to the penthouse.

He was admittedly shaken, but something really was wrong. As the elevator car was leveling at the top, he could hear a woman screaming. In a panic, he jabbed at the button to open the doors but it still took ages. She sounded like she was in agony. "Chloe!"

As the doors finally opened, both her's and Trixie's heads turned toward him from the couch. "Hey Lucifer!" Trixie waved.

Feeling a bit embarrassed, but far more relieved, he sighed and quickly tried to collect himself, walking over to the couch and putting an arm around Chloe as he sat down. They were both under a blanket on the chaise, watching TV. "What are you watching?" he raised an eyebrow, cringing at the sounds the woman on the screen was making.

Chloe snuggled her back into his torso, the little girl shifting to lean against her mom, holding Magagsy in her lap. "Call the Midwife," she whispered. "Ella suggested it. Said it's one of her favorites."

"She is a strange one, isn't she," he chuckled. "Wait, who is that? She looks familiar."

"Chummy?" Chloe smiled, "She's been in a bunch of British stuff, I'm sure you've seen her before." Lucifer raised an eyebrow at her, an amused smirk on his face. "Right. I forget the accent is just to pick up chicks."

"Did it work?"

She shrugged, her eyes sparkling in fun, "It helped."

"Lovely." He kissed her hair and rested his head on hers, that same intoxicating scent he couldn't get enough of earlier in the day helping to calm him down far better than any bottle could. She moved the blanket to cover his lap as well and they watched as the exhausted looking woman on the screen gave one more scream and the woman named Chummy handed her a very slimy baby.

Chloe noticed the arm around her getting a little tighter and reached up to squeeze his hand, kissing his knuckles.

"Are you sure this is suitable viewing for the spawn, Detective?"

"I've seen worse," Trixie piped up, offering up a bag of Twizzlers.

"You did live with Maze," he chuckled, reaching around to grab a piece of candy. "Does this mean she knows?" he whispered in Chloe's ear.

She squeezed his hand harder, shaking her head and essentially telling him to be quiet for the rest of the episode. Trixie begged to stay up for one more, but ended up falling asleep halfway through. "I think we should get a dog," her mother whispered.

"Beg pardon?" Lucifer flinched.

She laughed, "I just wanted to make sure she was out."

"Ah."

"Ella's been begging me to watch this forever, but I figured it might be a good way to get Trixie used to the idea before we spring it on her."

He nodded, rubbing her arm, "Soon?"

"We're at twelve weeks," her voice sounded small. She sighed, "I am going to have to give birth in a barn, aren't I?"

Lucifer's hand stopped, "What?" she pulled away, gently moving Trixie and getting up from the couch, heading toward the kitchen. "Chloe?" he followed her down the hall and stood just inside the door while she grabbed a water from the fridge. "What do you mean?"

Her gaze looked somehow distant but also like she was focused very hard on something inside. Lucifer had been noticing that look a lot lately. "I can't exactly have this baby in a hospital." Her eyes finally focused on his. She looked scared.

That look absolutely shattered Lucifer's heart. WHY did his emotions have to feel ten times stronger around her? He shook his head, shaking off Maze's earlier question, "I don't see why not? Chloe, what's going on? Talk to me. Please." He walked over and put a hand on her elbow, pushing the hair out of her eyes with the other. "What is it?"

She shook her head, tears pooling in her eyes as she opened her mouth several times, but no words came out. Her heart thudded in her chest as she stared at that beautifully concerned face above her. "What...what if…" she couldn't breathe. She didn't want to say it. Lucifer just caressed her cheek, waiting patiently as she swallowed down the lump in her throat. "What if it's...like...you? And...the doctor sees it's skin and…" Lucifer's brow furrowed, the sad look in his eyes growing darker into hurt.

He pulled his hands away from her, giving her space in case he lost all control. He could feel his face growing hot, his eyes burning. "How dare-"

"I'm sorry." She sobbed, realizing how much she'd hurt him, "but what would they think if they saw it like that? It wouldn't...it wouldn't be a baby anymore. It'd be an experiment. Or...or a front page tabloid or...something to…hunt down and….and…" Whatever control she had over her emotions was gone. Her shoulders shook and she felt like she was going to hyperventilate.

Lucifer clenched his fists and took another step back. He hated seeing her like this, but once again his world was crashing around his feet at her words. "No, I see," he huffed through his teeth. "It's a she until you start thinking it might be like me and now it's an 'it'."

"You know that's not what I'm saying." Chloe shot back, snarling through the tears.

"You don't trust me." He grew quiet, menacing. "That's what this is. You don't trust me so you're...you're scared of me. Of our…" Instead of everything turning red and vibrant like it usually did when he got so worked up, his vision grew blurry, his voice husky. "You're afraid of us. Me and our child."

She scowled, "Don't you dare tell me I'm afraid of our baby, Lucifer. And I'm not afraid of you. I do trust you. I trust you to not whip out your Devil face, but how is a brand new, fresh out of the womb baby going to know not to if it has one?" Her face steadily grew softer, sadder. "I don't care if it has red...scaly…bony...glowing skin-"

"And horns, and a tail, and all the bullshit from the movies?" he snapped, clutching the black granite on the island until it cracked, causing the woman to jump. "I wasn't born with my Devil face, Chloe. That was a gift from dear old dad when he cast me down to Hell, alright? No…" he shook his head in disbelief, the pieces all coming together. "No, Chloe, you don't trust me. I told you everything would be okay. You know now, for a fact, that I don't lie to you. And now you've seen how...how awful and grotesque the other side of me is, so I…" his shoulders fell. "That's why you're dragging your feet to move in, isn't it? You've seen how inherently evil I am and now you're back-peddling."

Her eyes grew wide, her mouth hanging open in disbelief. "How the hell do you get that from me saying I have to have our baby at home? You said this was the first time this has happened, so you...you can't know that everything's going to be alright. If it's not your devil face, what if it's...it's tiny wings or…" tears started rolling down her cheeks again, but she defiantly brushed them away, "or anything to give the doctors an excuse to take her away from us." She laced her fingers together on her bump protectively, now slightly more visible in her pajamas.

"Or a golden light…" he sighed, defeated. "But whose home, Chloe? Yours or mine? Trixie's been asking since Christmas when she can bring her stuff over, but she says you keep saying 'not today'."

"You asked me when emotions were high and in front of my kid. I couldn't exactly say no, could I?" She put a hand on her hip, trying to look stern when on the inside she just wanted to fall apart. "Where exactly do you really see this going Lucifer? I'm not afraid of you, or the baby, but in this situation I'm more afraid of...of me." She took a shaky breath, wanting nothing more than to put a smile back on the man's grimacing face, but everything desperately needed to be said, no matter how much it broke her heart. "I make you vulnerable. Okay. And I make you fertile too," she shrugged. "But we don't know if I make you age. Or if we'll age at the same rate. What happens if someday I'm mistaken for your mother and people start thinking Trixie or the baby is your wife or...or sibling?"

"Chloe," Lucifer put his head down, knuckles white.

"Trixie liked Pierce, and it hurt her when he died and disappeared from her life, even after I explained to her what happened. But she adores you. Everything out of that little girl's mouth is Lucifer this and Lucifer that. What the hell kind of mother am I to let her get so close to someone that's just going to skip town and start over when her mother is looking too old for his reputation? It's going to absolutely break her heart, but what about your kid? What's that going to do to him or her when dad packs up and leaves? Before I got pregnant I was trying not to think about it, because I knew it wouldn't last forever, but I only had myself to worry about and Trixie will always have Dan, but..."

"I'm not going anywhere," he looked up, every trace of anger gone, replaced by sorrow and looking like a man desperate to be understood. "Ever since my father threw me out of Heaven and forced me to take over Hell, doing things I never...ever want you to even think about, I've been wondering what was so horribly wrong with me. Why I deserved that. I let it get to me more than I can explain and become what my dad put me in the position to be. But with you, I can go days without thinking of what I've done. I got you that cheesy bracelet to try to explain just how vital you are to my existence anymore, Chloe. You keep me tethered to my sanity and I don't care if you get old and wrinkly before I do. If I do. You're my Detective."

Chloe had tears streaming down her cheeks again, but thankfully this time they weren't angry. She went around the island and jumped up to sit on the counter to be face to face with the Devil, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Okay. But you are anything but evil, Lucifer. You only ever punished evil. And I am not afraid of your other face," she kissed his cheek and chuckled. "You pester me about taking prenatal vitamins in the morning. You can't be that bad."

Finally, he smiled at her, even if there was still a hint of sadness to it. "It's in the book," he shrugged. "I don't suppose there's a book on being a somewhat decent dad when you have the absolute definition of the worst father in the universe to look up to, is there?"

Chloe cocked her head, "Fitz's baby really freaked you out, didn't she?"

"She was just so…small and…fragile. I'm just not good with kids. At all."

"Says the guy that confronted a little girl's bully after only knowing her for a few minutes. Or the one that took a bullet to help me rescue her from that bastard Malcolm. Or the one that taught her fake swear words like any good father figure should," she playfully rolled her eyes.

"She may know some French ones now too. Sorry."

Chloe laughed, "How about this guy," she grabbed her phone from the counter and scrolled through her pictures, getting to a candid shot of Lucifer and Trixie on the couch, one of the Star Wars movies on the TV. They were both in pajamas, a bowl almost the size of Trixie filled with popcorn on Lucifer's lap, his arm around her.

He laughed, "Is that our Prequel Roast? When did you take that?"

"When you weren't looking." She put her phone down and grabbed his cheeks with both hands, "You, Lucifer Morningstar, are way more human now that I know you're actually the Devil and let me play with your wings. You're not trying to convince me all the time that you're the bad guy, so this wonderful, doting dad has cracked through your Hugh Hefner facade." She sighed, "But. That being said. I am scared. I'm scared of what our future holds, or how long I'll get to have you in my future. In…our future. And I'm still pregnant with the Devil's baby and we don't exactly know what that means. We need to seriously think this through."

He took a deep breath, his eyes weary, "Even with a fully human child there's so much risk. If anything happened to you…to either of you..."

Chloe shook her head, "I don't think we have much of a choice. Not if we want to keep her safe."

"At what expense, exactly? You?"

She smiled at him, running a comforting hand through his hair, "We'll find a midwife to pay off. From here on out, Lucifer, I am going to trust you when you say it'll be fine. Even if there aren't any medical records of celestial human hybrids, I…" she froze, brow furrowing into that same internal concentration from before.

"Chloe?"

"Chelsea…" she looked up at him, her lips slowly turning up into a smile. "Her medical records. They didn't match her autopsy...there was nothing there. And vitamins..."

"You've lost me, does this mean you're moving in or…?"

"Yes, fine. We can start this weekend, but Lucifer, I think I just figured out what happened to Chelsea. Can you put Trixie to bed? I need to call Ella and make sure I'm right about this."

"Right," he kissed her forehead, setting her down gently on the floor. "You know I'd marry you if you'd let me?"

"Yeah okay," Chloe smirked, rolling her eyes and bringing up Ella's number. "Make sure to put those noise canceling headphones on her. We have some unfinished business to take care of when I'm done here."

Lucifer stood at the door, watching Chloe in her excitement. "Whatever you say, Darling."

The civilian consultant could not help but laugh at how thoroughly and absolutely confused Daniel Espinoza looked after hearing Chloe's rundown of Chelsea's case, Judy May being dragged out of the interrogation room in cuffs to a holding cell.

"So it was a murder to look like a suicide to look like a murder?" He asked for the third time.

Chloe shook her head, "No. It was a suicide that was actually a murder to look like a suicide, and a piss poor attempt at a framing job."

Lucifer thought he saw smoke coming out of the man's ears. "It's simple really, Daniel. Dr. Judy May wanted Mitch Adamson back for herself and hated everything about Chad Ellingson since he'd inadvertently introduced him to his new wife."

"...Okay."

"We talked to Chad about how Mitch and Chelsea met." Chloe continued, "Evidently Chad needed some help with a loan and invited his buddy to the rink for a pickup game of hockey and he ran into Chelsea on the ice."

"Literally," Lucifer smirked.

"Literally. He felt horrible, bought her a hot chocolate, and they got to talking. He's big into charity work and was super impressed with her volunteering at soup kitchens and was fascinated by her life story, so one thing led to another and they ended up in a bit of an affair. Supposedly, it was nothing sexual until Mitch's divorce from Judy was final."

"Shame."

Chloe threw a quick death glare at the man. "Anyway, Judy got wind of what had happened to her marriage and completely resented her college friend but still loved her college sweetheart. It sounds like she tried to get Chelsea to leave Mitch in a few different ways, but this was definitely the most extreme and elaborate. When she got the job as the team's doctor, she replaced the vitamins Chelsea took every day with high doses of muscle relaxers that made her extremely weak. She then forged a spinal tap test for M.S., a disease that would essentially destroy everything about Chelsea's figure skating career."

"From there it was just a mental game for the poor young lady." Lucifer continued, "Several people we talked to said they often heard May taunting Chelsea about how her skating was getting worse and worse. I had a buddy of mine that owed me a favor, a big wig at Capital Records, take a look at the audio from the camcorder this morning and clean it up a bit more. It was Judy May's voice."

"She kept expecting Chelsea to kill herself," the detective picked up, "but she didn't realize that Mitch meant more to her than her figure skating career. So when she got too impatient, she took matters into her own hands and upped the dosage of the M.S. medication that has terrible side effects that mimic the disease if taken by someone without it, stole the skates and Chad's keys, ground the blades to a point, and sat back to watch. When she saw Chelsea falling over and over, our best guess is that she talked Chelsea out of living for Mitch and really drove it home for her just how painful the disease she supposedly had really would be to live with for the rest of her life."

Daniel nodded slowly, "So Chelsea really did commit suicide, but just in case it still looked like murder, it would be tied to Chad, not Judy."

"Exactly. And the test results from the autopsy show that Chelsea never had M.S. With everything we have, it was enough for probable cause and, as far as I'm concerned very very premeditated murder by Dr. Judy May."

"Wow." Her ex looked thoroughly impressed now that he finally understood. "I gotta hand it to you two. I'm glad Chelsea's getting the justice she deserves. I can't imagine what she went through…"

"It was all the Detective," Lucifer smiled. "Now! I'd love to test our partnership on the Penetrating Perpetrator."

"Not so fast," Dan pulled out a file and opened it to printed off cell phone pictures and a few candy wrappers. "I have a case of my own that I know you're involved with."

"I beg your pardon, Detective Douche?"

"You heard me. You too, Chloe. Sit down." He stared intently at the couple.

Chloe laughed at all the work he'd put into the file. There were sticky notes, arrows, highlighters and everything. "Dan, what is this?"

"I know what's going on here," he stood up and leaned on the table, trying to look intimidating.

"Do tell, Barney Fife," Lucifer crossed his legs and folded his hands in his lap, thoroughly enjoying his friend's little production.

"Exhibit A," he said, scooting the two pieces of trash in front of Chloe. "Candy cane wrappers. And if I had to guess, I'd say there's probably a peppermint or five in your jacket pocket, right?"

She played along, emptying her pockets onto the table. "Five exactly. Wow, Dan, you're good."

He nodded, completely missing her playfully patronizing tone, and pulled out one of the pictures from the party. This one just so happened to be of the two exchanging glasses. "Exhibit B. Everyone left that party drunk as a skunk, but you two were completely fine. Now I know Lucifer's kind of a lush, so it's not like he can't hold his wine, but I know for a fact that you start to feel it after one glass," he looked at his ex and pointed at the rather full glass Lucifer was handing her.

"Now I resent that, Daniel. I'm not a lush. Though you're right about the Detective here," he grinned at Chloe as she slapped his arm.

"Exhibit C," he started to pull out another picture, this one a rather awkward close up of Chloe's chest under the v-neck blouse she'd warn the day before.

"Daniel Carol Espinosa! What the hell?!" Chloe reached over and slammed closed the file, his hand still inside.

"I told you those were bigger." Lucifer looked smug, "Wait Carol? Oh I have to remember to use that later."

"You caught us, Dan. You're right. Were you that bored though that you had to play Why are Chloe's Cheeks So Puffy?"

"Are they?" Lucifer looked over, genuinely trying to see what on Earth she must be seeing in the mirror. "I don't see it."

"It's not like I haven't seen you pregnant before, Chlo," her ex took his seat across from them. "Does Trixie know?"

Lucifer leaned back in his chair, "Not Trixie no. But I did have a rather interesting conversation with the one with whom you're bouncing your theories and possibly her head on your headboard."

Dan's eyes grew wide for a split second. Chloe perked up, her ponytail flying as she turned her head to her partner. "What? Who? Who else knows?"

"I drove your offspring back to your place last Tuesday, so she could fetch a rather important pair of noise canceling headphones from her room. I just so happened to see a particular detective's vehicle parked around the block, and when the Brat returned to the car, she looked quite the worse for wear, ironically saying it sounded like someone was being murdered upstair. I of course had to investigate. I wouldn't have pegged you as such a screamer, Daniel. Pun a happy coincidence."

Chloe's jaw dropped, "Dan, you're hooking up with Maze?!"

Lucifer nodded, "She came to see me last night to find out if the gossip she'd heard was true. Seems she outed their little adventure in Pound Town to boot."

The blonde dissolved into a fit of hormonal giggles while her ex's cheeks grew crimson.

"Oh come now, Daniel. Or wait...that's Maze's line now isn't it. Don't worry, ol' chap. We've all been there."

When Chloe had the chance to collect herself and wipe away a few tears from laughing so hard, she glanced at her watch and stood up, putting her peppermints back in her pocket. "Lucifer, we gotta go. We have that appointment on the other end of town."

He got up and stuck his hand out to Dan, "Do be careful, won't you?"

"Shut up, Lucifer."

When Chloe opened the door from the interrogation room, she was met with a very sudden, very large hug. "Jeez, Ella. Hi."

"I'm sorry! I can't help it! I was listening from behind the two way mirror. I knew there had to be a reason you'd switched to decaf!" The young lady squealed, "You guys are going to have the cutest friggin baby ever!" She stopped, thinking about her current company, "I mean uh...second cutest...because Trixie is….I mean I never saw her as a baby but uh…"

"Thank you Ella," Chloe decided it was useless to fight off Ella's love and just accepted it, hugging her back.

"For real though you guys," she switched to pinning Lucifer's arms to his side with another bear hug before grabbing each of them by the arm, so excited she couldn't contain her bubbly energy, "my aunt that was the nun made me go through all the classes and get certified as a doula so I could help her at the clinic she worked at in Detroit, since she thought I'd stay out of trouble between undergrad and grad school that way. But, with all the different classes I had to take for Forensic Science, I could totally get certified as a midwife and help you out if you want to go that direction. Just sayin'."

The parents to be locked eyes for a moment, Chloe trying to hold back a full on relieved grin. Lucifer raised an apprehensive eyebrow, "You, Miss Lopez? Queen of the Dead?"

She nodded, ecstatically, "Granted, the people I work with now are a lot quieter, but I do miss the little buggers."

"We're going to give that some thought, Ella. Thank you," Chloe gave her another hug, feeling a huge weight being lifted off her shoulders. "But Lucifer and I need to get going so we'll come talk to you a little more about it after a while, okay?" Ella just squealed as they made their way up the stairs and out of the precinct.

"All I'm saying Chloe is that I'm not sure how I feel about a Forensic Scientist being in charge of your care." Lucifer defended himself as Chloe sat with her arms crossed in the passenger seat of the Corvette, cockng her head at him.

"Why? She's brilliant and has the background."

"With dead things, yes. How do we know what she's like with small, wiggly, slimy, live things?"

"Charming," she rolled her eyes. "I already texted Linda about it and between her, Ella, Maze if I can convince her, and you I think I'll be in good hands." She reached over and squeezed his thigh, "You have to tell me it's going to be okay, Lucifer. You promised."

He glanced over at her, those big blue eyes searching his for reassurance. He smiled and nodded, lacing his fingers with her. "Always." But he was wrestling with the idea of telling Chloe about Miss Lopez's 'ghost'. The angel of death's BFF. What could go wrong? he thought, still smiling for his Detective. She smiled back at him, but looked a little antsy. "Nervous?"

She nodded, regretfully. "A little. But mostly I just really have to pee."

Lucifer laughed, "Why do they need you to come in with a full bladder?"

"Makes the baby easier to see in the scan. How much longer until we're there?"

"Well, because you booked your appointment at a clinic as far opposite of town as physically possible, quote, just in case something odd pops up, end quote, we have another ten minutes give or take this town's lovely traffic."

"Great."

Half an hour later, they were checked in and waiting in a small room, both of their stomachs twisting with nerves, but both putting on a brave face for the other. "So what's the plan if they spot wings? Knock out the ultrasound tech and make a break for it?" Chloe tried to break the tension from her spot on the table.

Lucifer kissed her forehead, "Hopefully he keeps them tucked in for a bit." When her eyes grew wide, he backtracked. "Kidding. I'm kidding. Your scan a few weeks ago was perfectly normal. I'm sure this one will be the same."

She was about to go into full interrogation mode on whether wings were an actual concern or not, but the tech walked in and Lucifer retreated to the chair across the room while she went through the routine checkup.

When the friendly-faced brunette had Chloe lay down and lift her shirt, she turned to the man in the chair while she prepped the machine. "Gonna join us, Daddy?"

"Different connotation than I'm used to," he winked, standing up and grabbing the Detective's hand. The tech's brow furrowed, but she shook it off and squirted the jelly between Chloe's hips, causing her to gasp at the cold. "That's a little more familiar."

"Lucifer."

"Sorry."

"Ready?" the seemingly very innocent tech asked. The parents both found themselves holding their breath until something appeared on the screen. "There we are, and here," she pushed a few buttons and suddenly a very strong, very steady pulsing filled the room, "is the heartbeat. Sounds really good," she smiled, getting to work at taking measurements and pictures.

The mother was more or less fine until she saw the look on the father's face. She squeezed his hand as her vision blurred, feeling it tremble under her touch. He tore his eyes away from the screen to smile at her. "Beautiful," he whispered, not actually able to speak. She just nodded and reached up to wipe the tears off his cheeks.

"Welp, it's measuring just right. About the size of a plum."

"And no horns, that's always a plus," Lucifer teased, partly to put Chloe's mind at ease, but partly to see what the tech's face would do.

A bit later, they were back in the car, looking at the print outs. "Satisfied, Detective? She said everything looked normal. Are we still going with Miss Lopez or will you let me get you the best doctor in tinseltown?"

Chloe shook her head, "I still want to go with my tribe, Lucifer. We'll have to explain everything to Ella eventually, but I just feel like it's the safer way to go here. Just in case."

"But you know where it comes out of," he grimaced, "that can't be comfortable."

"Not my first rodeo, Lucifer. It can't be that much different without an epidural." She flipped through the pictures as they headed out of the parking lot, trying to hide the nervous twitch her mouth had developed. She knew exactly what she was getting herself into, and it scared the hell out of her, but for their child's sake, it was his or her safety over her comfort. And she was perfectly fine with that. Or she would be eventually. "But now that we know everything's actually okay for the most part we can tell Trixie."

"I can't believe you didn't want to know the sex when she asked."

"I can't believe you cried," she smiled, squeezing his arm.

"I thought we weren't going to mention that, thank you."

"It was adorable," she giggled. "But no, I don't want to know yet. What's life without a little spontaneity, right Lucifer?"

"Is this about the vase in the guest room?" Trixie asked, looking guilty from her spot on the couch.

"It wasn't," her mom sat across from her. "What did you do?"

"Nothing. Continue." She smiled, devilishly, the actual Devil raising an eyebrow from his spot by Chloe.

"We'll talk about that later, but uh," Chloe took a deep, nervous breath. "We have something we want to talk to you about."

"Oooh," Trixie watched as the two looked at each other in one of their weird lovey dovey smirks, "if this is about how Lucifer is an angel, I already know."

"What?" Chloe froze and the man in question laughed into the scotch he'd just poured, but found it much more humorous than her mother.

"My parents are both detectives, what do you expect?"

"What gave me away, child?" Lucifer grinned, actually quite impressed. He'd always been a bit more careful around her. If anything, her answer could help him keep hidden the part of himself he truly hoped she never found out about.

The little girl shrugged, "I asked Santa for a guardian angel for my mom a few years ago and you showed up. The feather in mom's purse just proved it."

Lucifer threw a rather amused, but touched look at the woman, her cheeks turning red. "You keep one of my feathers in your purse?"

"Can I see your wings, Lucifer?"

He chuckled, setting his drink down and grabbing Chloe's hand. "Maybe later. Your mum's trying to tell you something."

Trixie cocked her head, her legs swinging off the side of the couch. "What's going on, Mom?"

"Well Monkey, I'm uh…" she felt Lucifer's thumb lightly play with her knuckles as she handed her one of the pictures she'd laid face down on the coffee table. "We're going to have a baby."

She grabbed the picture, a huge grin spreading across her face, "So you guys are having sex."

Lucifer choked on air and Chloe looked mortified, "Oh my God, Trixie!"

"Not with him," he smirked, picking up his glass again.

Chloe shook her head, completely exasperated with the mental list of all the different talks she obviously needed to have with her daughter. Deciding to laugh it off for now, she got up and gave her a hug, "Are you okay with this, Bug? Being a big sister and everything?"

Trixie hugged back tightly, nodding against her mom's shoulder, and squealing excitedly before going over to wrap her arms around Lucifer's neck.

"You owe me for reading my letter to Santa," she whispered in his ear. "But thank you."

He chuckled, a little surprised, but found himself setting his glass back down and hugging the small child back with both arms. He sighed, seeing those damn tears in Chloe's eyes again. This pregnancy had turned his tough as nails Detective into quite the little softy. "You're quite welcome, Brat."

Like I said, FLUFF ALERT! Hope you're not queasy from all the sweets. Again, thank you so so so so much for the reviews that keep me going and all those follows. I've never in my life had a story with so much of a following. You guys are the best. :)

Love you all and see you next time, with possibly a bit more drama. Uh oh. ;)