Hello all! Just a quick word to say thank you for the lovely, heartwarming reviews. I love you guys!

Also, as I'm sure you've noticed in the past 50,000+ words, I love the lighter side of Lucifer. (I love all of it, but you know what I mean). This is the first story I've written for a show that's still ongoing, so just know that nothing I'm writing is rejecting anything that happens in Season 4, I'm just going forward based off of season 3! Goes without saying, I'm sure. But I'm not used to such nice, accepting fans! Lucifans are truly one of a kind. :)

I've had the next few chapters planned out to a T….just not actually written….for months, so any similarity to season 4, if there is any, is just a coincidence. Hope you keep enjoying this DeckerStar Fluff!

Thanks again!

*Extreme Fluff Warning*

Chapter 8

"Well he was about as helpful as a condom machine at the Vatican…" Lucifer huffed, slamming the door of the LAPD issued Charger. "A chinchilla sanctuary? Maybe we should haul him off to the loony bin. Obviously a public danger if that's what he desires most in the world. Even if he's not setting houses on fire."

"There's nothing wrong with chinchillas. Charlotte's kids had one. It was uh...soft…" Dan trailed off awkwardly. He buckled his seat belt without saying another word, essentially ending all conversation until they were on the highway. "Regardless, he had a rock-solid alibi for the night of the fire. Did you tell Chloe her lead was a dud? Carefully?"

Lucifer had been rather quiet himself at the mention of their friend and wasn't paying much attention to his temporary partner. "What?"

"Chloe? Did you let her know her lead isn't the guy?" Dan looked over, "You okay?"

The man in question sat up a little straighter, smoothing out his suit jacket. "Course." He pulled out his phone and went to call her, but noticed he already had a text. "What, pray tell, are Sour Patch Kids?"

"Sounds like someone's having cravings," Dan laughed. "When she was pregnant with Trixie, she couldn't get her hands on enough bacon. Or savory muffins. There were so many muffins."

"Savory muffins?" Lucifer looked disgusted, "Who would do such a thing?"

He shrugged, "I dunno man. She send you out running around in the middle of the night yet?"

"Just the once, a couple months ago. Said she desperately needed something called a Shamrock Shake. She actually guilted the former King of Hell out of bed to drive around the city to find three different McDonald's at two o'clock in the morning."

Chloe's ex didn't even bat an eye at his 'King of Hell' comment, just chalking it up to his usual delusional sense of humor. "Ice cream machines were down at the first two you came across, huh?"

"Just the first one. I ended up trying the damn thing after the second and couldn't stop. Delectibe little desserts, aren't they? Shame they're only out in March. I ended up having to find another on the way home for her or I'd never hear the end of it."

"Careful Lucifer. That sympathy weight is a bitch."

"Celestial metabolism. Comes in quite handy."

"Sure. Right." The driver rolled his eyes, but noticed he was texting her back with information from the guy they'd just talked to. "So this time right before Trixie was born, I noticed we were really low on milk when I left for work."

"Fascinating," Lucifer teased, knowing full well he wasn't done.

"Anyway," he sighed. "I picked some up on the way home and when I get there, she just starts crying like I brought her a dozen roses. She super weepy this time or just pissed off at your Luciferness?"

The passenger raised an eyebrow, mid text. "You're chatty this afternoon, Daniel." As shameless as Lucifer prided himself to be, he still felt it a bit uncomfortable to talk about Chloe so intimately with her ex, something she herself had pointed out to him. Evidently, he hadn't been throwing their relationship in his face nearly as much in the week since his chat with Linda and Maze. However, it was either this or awkward silence and he was nothing if not good at filling that or showing the man up. "Not pissed, no. Though I think the best breakdown so far has been when she and your Spawn finally moved in and she asked where the laundry was. She didn't realize I sent it all out to be done."

Dan looked at him with his jaw set, but his eyes were sparkling as they pulled into a gas station parking lot. "I'd probably cry too if I found out I never had to do laundry again. Dick."

"Another lead I don't know about?" Lucier asked as his partner threw the car in park.

"Nope. Sour Patch Kids. They're in the aisle by the coolers on the east wall. If I know Chloe at all, I'd say go with the Extremes." He received an impressed nod as an unspoken, smug thank you. For the next ten minutes, he flipped through their current case file on his tablet as he waited.

Right as he was actually starting to get a little worried, Lucifer came back to the car with two grocery sacks full of every variety of Sour Patch Kids and two bags of cool ranch Doritos, a few random whiskey shooters hiding in the bottom with the chips. "Just in case," he grinned.

"Uh huh." The cop side eyed his partner as he opened up a bag of chips. "Care to share?"

"Thought you were watching your carbs?" he winked, effortlessly stuffing a whole chip in his mouth, exaggerating the crunch before acting the martyr and offering up the bag.

Dan took a chip, completely exasperated. "Can we just clear the air on something here, Lucifer?" The chewing stopped beside him and he was met with an expectant eyebrow and a very amused smirk. "You're with my ex. That's fine. You two are having a baby. Congrats." He sighed, "And honestly, I've never seen her or Trixie so happy. But, instead of thinking of me as the ex, can we just look at this as my best friend is having a baby with a buddy of mine? I just feel like there's tension and it's not good for us if we're going to be working together."

"Well well well," Lucifer grinned, "has someone been talking to Dr. Linda again?"

"Am I wrong?"

"Afraid not, detective. But tell me, am I the buddy or the best friend?"

Being the manly men they were, or at least wanted the other to think they were, neither would acknowledge that the tension had already lifted a bit. Instead, Dan reached over and punched his buddy in the arm, "When are you going to make an honest woman out of my best friend, asshole?"

After the momentary shock wore off, Lucifer grabbed another chip from the bag and waved it at the cop. "Aside from picking out the right candy, I'm wondering if you could help me with something else, Daniel…"

He grinned, snatching the Dorito out of his hand. "Does Lucifer Morningstar need a favor?"

Just as the inventor of said friendly exchange was done divulging what he needed, Dan's phone went off for a text. "Oh Jesus. It's Ella. They're at a call about another body. This one from a house in Burbank." He dropped his phone in the cupholder and stepped on the gas.

"Then why are we still headed south, exactly?"

"Because like the other one, the body was dumped miles in the opposite direction."

Within half an hour, they met up with Ella, Fitz, and Chloe at the crime scene in Inglewood. The body had been dumped under an overpass of the 405 and the lab tech was busy taking pictures and doing her poking and prodding. The black, charred skin looked anything but human and had Chloe looking a little green around the gills. "Your slightly cannibalistic treats, Detective?" Lucifer grinned, holding out a bag of the requested candies.

She gagged, covering her mouth. "Well not right now, Lucifer."

"Right, sorry. What are you doing here? I thought Fitz grounded you?"

She folded her arms over the chain that now held her badge as it no longer stayed where it used to on her hip, "I'm supposed to sit at my desk for the next three months? I'm fine. Stop worrying," she winked.

Lucifer was about to protest, but Dan piped up, "Whatcha got, Ella?"

"According to the purse that was dumped with her," she pointed to the singed Vera Bradley bag at the body's feet, "this is Andrea Cortez, 34. We'll need dental records to confirm, but according to the LA fire department, it was her house that burned down last night in Burbank."

Chloe kept her mouth covered and tried her hardest to look directly at Ella and avoid eye contact with the shriveled lady. "Are you finding anything actually on her connecting this to our other victim from the fire in Santa Monica?"

She wobbled her head from side to side in a half nod, half head shake, her pony tail flying, "I think so? Robin Russo was found in, ironically, Burbank with the same ligature mark around her left wrist. And there's of course the rotisserie thing going on. There's no sign of blunt force trauma or bullet wounds, just like our other vic, but all signs point toward smoke inhalation for cause of death-"

"Oh God," Chloe winced.

Lucifer raised an eyebrow at her, "Other department, I'm afraid. Stereotypically."

"Actually, it's kind of a blessing." Ella sighed, subtly crossing herself. "Usually when someone dies in a fire, they die of smoke inhalation before they have a chance to sizzle," she said, very carefully opening the mouth with a sickening crunch.

Chloe lost it, doubling over and throwing up her breakfast. Lucifer very quickly got his Italian leather shoes out of the way, grabbing for her ponytail.

"Sorry Decker!" The scientist popped up to check on her patient, ripping off her gloves and putting herself in midwife mode, rubbing the heaving woman's back. "Come on, let's go take a seat. I have that bag of stuff Lucifer bought in the van. I'll go grab it and-"

"Ella, I'm fine," Chloe stood up, wiping her face with a handkerchief from a very concerned looking Lucifer, digging a peppermint out of her pocket. "What did you find...in there?"

Her friend looked apprehensive to leave her, but went back to double check her findings, throwing on new gloves and taking a picture. "Guys, her throat is pink too," she looked back with wide, horrified eyes. "I think she burned alive before the smoke got to her."

The Detective proceeded to throw up her lunch in the same spot as her breakfast, but knowing Lucifer could take care of his stubborn partner, Ella dug a little deeper. Something silver in the throat caught her eye. She took a quick picture before grabbing a long pair of tweezers and very carefully dug out a metal rosary. "Hey Dan?"

"Yeah," Espinoza turned around from where he and Fitz were looking through his tablet. His eyes grew wide at the sight of the silver crucifix. "Okay, I know it's early, but this doesn't feel like a copycat."

Lucifer stuck his hands in his pockets and went to join Ella once he knew Chloe wasn't going to let him help her any farther. "Not unless the cat's enjoying a nice bowl of Cheerios…" He looked around to see everyone's faces looking rather uncomfortable and his smile faded. "Cereal….serial killer?"

Dan raised an eyebrow, looking at Chloe, very subtly guiding her into the shade of the overpass. "Is he trying out dad jokes?"

She shrugged, looking a little embarrassed though a smile was pulling at the corners of her mouth. When Ella got up from her spot again, she noticed him putting a hand between her shoulder blades and guided her over to Fitz where a very lively conversation ensued, along with a couple of the uniformed officers that had joined them. "Dan, what the hell is he doing?"

Dan shrugged, "Who knows, Chlo. You really picked a strange one this time."

Chloe just pursed her lips to hide her grin, "He is who he is."

"Lucifer, will you teach me something?" Trixie looked up at him from the piano bench, skillfully enlarging her dark brown eyes.

The Devil turned around from where he stood on the balcony, finishing what was left of his drink. "Are you trying to have your mother kill me?" he asked, sauntering over to the bar to pour himself another scotch.

"Mom's at the office with Dad and Ella. And Dad can't play piano so I think this is your jurisdiction."

"Jurisdiction? Did you swallow a dictionary?" She just scooted over, patting the black leather beside her. Lucifer sighed, doing his best to save face and act like it was such a chore, "Fine. Only because I seem to remember I owe you a favor."

"This can count as one, I guess. But you do have two left." She grinned at him, dubiously.

"Right…" he sat down, but reached a hand behind her and poked at her back.

Trixie giggled and squirmed, having always been particularly ticklish there. "Lucifer!" She squealed. "Why?"

He sighed, "Checking for wings. Wanted to make sure we weren't related with that Devilish attitude of yours."

She stuck her tongue out at him, crossing her arms in a pretend huff. "Well if you don't want to…"

"Fine, fine. What do you want to learn? Hot Cross Buns? Twinkle Twinkle?"

"I was thinking more along the lines of Elton John..."

"Ah, right. Why don't we start with something a little easier, shall we? What about erm…" he laid his fingers on the keys while he pondered, his phone lighting up from where he'd set it on top of the piano. He glanced over to see it was nothing important, but the sexy, sweet photo of Chloe he'd snuck one morning while she was asleep gave him an idea. He reached over to place Trixie's right hand in the proper place, "Just do as I do and try to keep up."

A while later, his phone went off again. This time, a text from Chloe saying she was going to be later than she thought, there were leftovers in the fridge, and to please make sure Trixie did her homework. Lucifer looked over at Trixie who had almost mastered the first ten measures he'd shown her. "Care for a pizza, Urchin?"

"Pineapple and Canadian bacon?"

"You sick child," he rolled his eyes, punching in the order. "What do you think your mum would like on her half?"

"Anchovies," she giggled. "And chocolate syrup. Probably some pickles and sprinkles."

"And what was it the other day?" he asked, racking his brain for the archive of the Detective's strange cravings. "Do they have a glazed donut crust, do you think?"

"Take off the anchovies and I think I want that as my half too," Trixie leaned on Lucifer's arm as he ordered.

Adding in a couple safe pizzas with more normal toppings, he sat his phone down and looked at the child on his arm, rubbing his scruffy chin as be pondered. "Run through that again, I'll be right back."

"Okay!" Trixie gladly obliged, sitting up straight and putting her fingers to good use on the ivories, only messing up two of the notes. She shrugged it off and tried again, grabbing her teacher's glass and taking a sip, instantly spitting it back out. "Blech!"

"Thought I drank apple juice all the day?" Lucifer snickered, popping out from behind the bedroom wall.

"Why do you do that to yourself?!" She asked, licking the back of her hand to try to get rid of the taste.

"It's better as an adult," he grabbed the glass, pouring out the contents and replaced it with two fresh ones, this time filling one with a sparkling cider he'd started keeping with all of his top shelf liquor. He sat Trixie's down on the piano for her and downed his in one gulp as he reached for a small box he'd sat on the bar. "Trixie?"

"Sup, Teach?" She turned around on the bench, cocking her head at him, "What are you doing on the floor?"

Lucifer chuckled from where he kneeled. He took a deep breath and lifting the small, Tiffany blue box, slowly took off the lid. "Brat?" He started, clearing his throat. "Since your grandfather isn't around to ask for his daughter's hand in marriage, I figured I should probably ask you if you'd give me the….honor and the privilege to…officially…be your stepfather? Even knowing now who…or rather what...I am?"

Trixie's face broke out into a cheek splitting grin, "You're finally gonna marry my mom?!" She ran over and tackled him with as giant a bear hug as she could manage, almost causing him to lose his balance.

"If she'll let me," Lucifer laughed, righting them both, "Is that a yes?"

Trixie nodded to the box, still in his hand, "That depends. What did you get me?"

"This," he grabbed the chain and set the box on the piano bench, pulling out a small, shimmering white gold devil emoji necklace, "is a copyright infringing little bastard that you've come to associate with me." He smiled at her reaction as he reached around to clasp it behind her neck. "It's a bit egotistical of me, I have to admit. And it seems a little like dear old dad and everyone wearing those bloody crosses, but I thought you would like it."

Trixie played with it between her fingers, her eyes turning suspiciously red. She started nodding, slowly, her lip quivering before she wrapped her arms around the man's neck. "Please marry my mom, Lucifer," she pleaded into his neck.

He breathed a sigh of relief, patting the little girl's back as she damn near squeezed the life out of him. He couldn't help but laugh at the irony, thinking of the sentimental moment he'd witnessed between her and her mother, having called it great birth control. "What do you say to earning back another favor, my dubious little friend?"

Chloe jerked awake with the distinct, unsettling feeling that she was being watched. Lo and behold, Trixie was perched on the corner of the bed, surrounded by all the pictures and files the detective had been going through when she took a rather unexpected nap. In her drowsiness, she felt a rather sharp pinch of maternal guilt, trying to sit up and get all the rather graphic pictures hidden before her daughter had the chance to be truly scarred by all the burned flesh. The culprit of her nap made it slightly impossible to sit up so fast however, and she ended up with a protesting punch to the rib.

Wincing, she tried again, this time slower and far more awake, taming her hair down with her fingers. Something wasn't right. "What are you doing here, Monkey? It's your dad's weekend…"

"He's here. Downstairs," she said quietly, ringing her hands. "He said there was an emergency at Lux."

"What?" Chloe blinked the sleep out of her eyes, her heart racing as she shuffled off the bed, grabbing for the pants she'd tossed to the corner of the room. "Your dad had to respond to a call and he brought you? For what, a ride-along? I'm going to have a serious talk with him." She froze, glancing around the living room as she slipped on her shoes, "Wait, where's Lucifer?"

Trixie hopped into the elevator, finger hovering over the button to go down, "He's down with Dad, helping with the investigation."

"Investiga-? What the hell happened?" She fumbled around with her gun and badge, scrambling onto the elevator in a panic. "Exactly where do you think you're going, young lady?"

"Lucifer said I could help if I came up to get you." She grinned as the doors shut.

"Did he?" Chloe sighed, patting her legs nervously, "As soon as we get down there, you're going right back up to your room, understood?"

"But mom!"

"No buts. You're eleven. You're not hanging out at a crime scene," the detective started to pace around the car. "Why is this damn elevator so friggin slow?"

"Good thing you got rid of that swear jar…" Trixie mumbled under her breath.

When the doors finally opened, Chloe pounced out as soon as she fit through the crack. "Lucifer?!" She called, scoping out the club. There was an ominously hazy blue green glow with a few uniformed officers taking notes at different points of the room. The dancing ladies on the TV screens had gone black and camera flashes went off in her peripheral vision. It was relatively quiet, except for a soft tune playing lazily down below.

She turned around to shoo Trixie back into the elevator, but she was gone, "Trixie, what did I just say?" Looking for her, she spotted Lucifer at the piano, a lit cigarette in the ashtray next to a gaudy silver skull she hadn't seen in ages. She should have known he was the source of the music. "What happened?"

"There you are!" he looked up, raising his drink to her and giving her a half grin. "Enjoy your siesta?"

"Lucifer," she hissed through her teeth, walking down the stairs. "What's going on? Is everyone okay?"

"You tell me, Detective," he grinned. "Feeling a little Deja Vu?"

"Huh?" There was something very familiar about the current state of the club, but post nap fog and pregnancy brain just would not let her put a finger on what it was.

"I do believe this is where you ask me if Lucifer Morningstar is a stage name…" he carefully prodded. "I say you look familiar. Ask if I've seen you naked before." He wiggled a cheeky eyebrow at her, "I definitely have now."

She rolled her eyes, fists on her hips and tapping her foot, "Are you really playing our greatest hits again? That elevator over there goes right up to our home, Lucifer." One of the cops lurking nearby came closer, handing her a rose and retreating to take more notes behind the bar. "If this is evidence it needs to be processed and bagged," she yelled after the cop, but he acted as though he didn't even hear her, keeping his back toward the piano.

Chloe looked rather exasperated, but held onto the rose, careful of the thorns. "Where's the vic?"

Before Lucifer had time to respond, another of the cops handed her another red rose as she moved to compare scribbles behind the bar.

The detective pointed the flowers at them, trying to form the words for her frustration, but instead she just mouthed a "What the…?!", her face scrunching in confusion. "Is everyone a rookie today? Lucifer? Our vic?"

"Oh yes!" He leaned an arm on the front of the piano, "Afraid it's more of a robbery than a murder, so that'd be me, wouldn't it? Owner of this lovely establishment and all."

"Lux was robbed?" Her jaw dropped as she looked around for damage. "What did they take? Were they armed?" Her brow furrowed, noticing his collar was open farther down than usual, but something else was off. He'd changed from the navy-blue suit he was wearing earlier to a dark charcoal vest and a grey button up. "Were you down here when it happened?" she asked, running her other hand through his only very slightly tousled hair, her piercing eyes softening but still skeptical.

Another female cop walked up to her, quickly handing her another rose, walking away with a suspiciously familiar, hip swaying strut, her hair tucked up into a hat. Chloe raised an eyebrow, noticing her shoes, "Okay those heels aren't exactly regulation. What's going on here?"

"What can I say? You're used to the tip top expectations of the homicide department. Robbery requires the B team," he shrugged, failing to hide the amused grin pulling at his lips at the surprisingly short officer coming up behind Chloe. "Maybe that's the C team, actually."

"Detective Decker," a surprisingly low voice mumbled from under an oversized LAPD ball cap, handing her yet another rose. This cop just so happened to be wearing a glittery pink pair of Converse sneakers and the lighting above their heads reflected off a tiny silver devil necklace she'd first noticed a few days ago.

Chloe sighed, half with relief, half with annoyance. But she smiled down at the small officer and took the flower graciously, "Thank you ma'am. Do you have any suspects in mind?"

She shrugged, the sleeves falling over her hands, and scurried over to the bar to take a seat on one of the stools.

"Lucifer, what are you doing?" the blond asked, shaking her head and waving the roses around. "Is this like...I dunno, it looks a bit like our Delilah case, but…? What are you trying to pull here? I'm guessing this was a set up? No robbery?"

"But there was a robbery!" He almost looked hurt, but his eyes sparkled, putting a hand to his chest. "You stole my heart, Detective."

A very Maze-like gagging noise came from the crowd at the bar, matching perfectly with Chloe's facepalm, "What's wrong with you?" In all reality, she was a little peeved at his antics. From the way her face felt, her blood pressure had to have gone up thinking there really was a robbery right under where her family slept, no matter how many floors below. But the goofy, almost lovesick grin on his face made it very difficult to keep her irritation from deflating.

"Lots and lots of things, Chloe, but you don't seem to mind. Usually," he stood up and took the roses from her, placing them on top of the piano. He held her hands in his, causing a confused expression to spread across the woman's face. They were...shaking?

She looked back to the 'cops', seeing that Dan was the only one with a real badge. Linda, Maze, and Trixie had joined him, all in what looked like borrowed uniforms with expectant grins on their faces. She locked eyes with Dan and shrugged. He just laughed in return and gave her a subtle, reassuring nod.

"Lucifer, wha-" Chloe turned back around, her eyes growing wide at the sight of him down on one knee, her hands still in his. "Oh God…"

"Now? Really?" His face fell a bit, but he quickly shook it off and let go of one hand to snap his fingers. Trixie hopped off of the stool and ran over to give him a small black velvet box. "Thank you, Spawn." She giggled and ran back to her spot.

Chloe was breathless and, for the first time in a week or so, it had nothing to do with a certain little someone starting to push up against her rib cage. She tried to speak, but all that came out was, "Why?"

"Because I love you, Detective." Lucifer chuckled a bit surprised at her reaction, though in all honesty he should have expected it for how many times they'd talked about this very thing before. "I'm not asking just because I want to make an honest woman out of you. In fact I've always been a bit confused by the phrase. It's not like my mum and dad were married. Who would have officiated that, am I right or am I right?" Linda cleared her throat at him, bringing him back to what was important. "Right. Chloe, you've given me a home for the first time since time began. You've shown me what true love looks like, what it feels like. You've given me the opportunity to discover what it means to make love instead of my eons of meaningless sex-"

"Ewww…" Dan and Trixie groaned at the same time while Maze cackled and Linda grabbed for her glass of wine.

"Lucifer," Chloe blushed.

"What? I'm forever grateful that we've crossed to partner friends that hang out naked together," he winked. "Sorry. What I'm trying to say, my love...is that no one truly understands me the way that you do. You accept me for everything I am. You've seen the darkest sides of me and haven't run. You know all about my dad and stood by my side. You know my reputation but refuse to accept it, going so far as to trust me enough to get quite close to your offspring. You've made me the happiest Devil in the universe and I just want to spend the rest of our lives together. No matter how long that may mean." He gave her hand a quick squeeze before letting go. Even before he opened the box, she had tears running down her cheeks. "Will you marry me, Detective? Let me be your partner in every part of your life?"

She sniffled, almost embarrassed that her hands went up to her mouth when she saw the ring, but it was absolutely breathtaking. The band was made of the most sparkling white gold she had ever seen, cut into two intricate feathers meeting to hold a ring of small bright white diamonds, surrounding a shiny black oval cut onyx that shimmered under Lux's ceiling of light bulbs. She smiled, holding her left hand out for him to slip it on her finger. It was a little tight at the moment, but it was perfect. She just kept nodding as Lucifer sprang up to wrap his arms around her, squeezing her so tightly her feet left the ground.

He sat her back down when she squealed and looked at the bump between them, "Sorry son." He laughed, obviously relieved at her answer and gently grabbed her cheeks, kissing her as tenderly and passionately as he ever had, her hands on his back sending goosebumps down his legs.

"Don't worry guys," Ella popped out of the DJ box, her crime scene camera still flashing as she captured their kiss, a massive smile on her face. "I got it all on here, you adorable little love birds!"

"Alrighty, Mamma Decker," Ella paced along the side of the bed by the safe, her jaunty ponytail as cheerful as her smile. She had a notebook in her left hand and was checking off her list with a bright blue pom-pommed pen in her right. "Blood pressure is phenomenal, yours and junior's heart rates are both great, and come by the lab on Monday for those other fun tests. Just maybe keep it hush hush since LAPD doesn't need to know I'm using their equipment for personal stuff," she snapped the notebook shut and tossed it on the nightstand. "Honestly, had all of the mom's been as textbook as you, I might have stayed with the baby bizz."

"Just keep thinking that," Chloe mumbled under her breath, feeling a little guilty for keeping her friend in the dark for much longer than they'd meant to.

Ella turned around from where she was digging in her bag, "What was that?"

"Oh um…" she stuttered, "Why did you move to forensics? You seem so good at this."

"Here, lay back," the lab tech smiled a little bashfully, fluffing a pillow for her patient. "There's reasons…" She shrugged, lifting Chloe's shirt and pulling down the stretchy fabric of the maternity jeans the wearer forced herself to buy instead of just wearing the yoga pants her fiance kept suggesting. "It's mostly because my aunt was getting ready to retire to a monastery down in Mexico City and I figured with grad school work coming up, I'd find a less stressful job."

"Stealing cars?" Chloe chuckled, both at her own joke and at the feeling of the baby squirming under Ella's hand when she found her head.

"Subway actually. I only stole cars until I graduated from high school. But I guess that's another reason I left. Even in Detroit that little factoid about myself might make some people uncomfortable with their little munchkins. But if that and my little ghost thing got out, hoo…" she trailed off, biting her lip. "Are you sure you and Lucifer want me doing this?"

The mom noticed her friend's confidence being shaken and grabbed her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze, "There is literally no one on this planet I trust more than you for this, okay?" Ella nodded, squeezing back. "She feel okay? Everything uh...normal?" she asked, trying to cover up her nerves. Granted, everything felt a lot like it did with Trixie, but there were slight differences. They could just be in your head, Decker. Get a grip. She chided herself as Ella ran a hand up the baby's back.

"Well, her head is right here," the midwife smiled, finding it again a couple inches below Chloe's belly button. "I don't feel horns, so that's positive." The look on her patient's face must have made her think she was offended because she quickly backtracked, "Since her dad is Lucifer...get it?"

Chloe just laughed her nervous, high pitched laugh, "Did you check for wings too?"

"I didn't feel any," she winked, unraveling a bright pink fabric measuring tape. "Speaking of, how's Mr. Macho doing with all this? You two still uh…" she rolled her eyes into the back of her skull, put her tongue to her bright white teeth, and slowly humped air in the most Ella like fashion.

"Shh!" The woman in question laughed, though her cheeks were turning red. She put a finger up to her lips and pointed to the next room where they could hear Lucifer and Trixie at the piano. "Ohmygod, Ella," she whispered, turning a couple shades darker. "I can't keep him off of me."

Ella sat down on the edge of the bed, messing with the pink ribbon. "But do you really want to?"

Chloe sighed, "Well no, but...I think he likes the challenge? Or the...the physics? I don't know. I was afraid he'd be completely turned off by me once I started to show, but he seems to be loving this."

"Are you the only pregnant chick he's been with?"

"I guess so," she shrugged, "That's one thing, right? But let me tell you...it's intense."

"Ooooooh, maybe someday," She squealed, her eyes growing wide, "The...the preggo sex thing, not the Lucif…" she cleared her throat when Chloe started laughing, making herself move on. "How's he been with the other stuff though? Any more Braxton Hicks?"

"A couple this morning," Chloe nodded, her smile growing soft. "I can't imagine what he's going to be like when the time comes. You'd think a guy that calls himself the Devil would be a little less mother hen over someone in pain."

"Not when it's you though. He's just being a worried dad."

"I guess he is," she chuckled at the thought of Lucifer freaking out that it was too early for the baby to be coming when he'd walked in on her gripping at the kitchen counter. "I think he's read that copy of What to Expect When You're Expecting that Linda bought him a hundred times, but I so much as wince and he thinks he has to call you right away."

"Explains the missed call I had the other night," she laughed, laying out the tape from Chloe's sternum to her pelvic bone. "Thirty centimeters exactly. I'm telling you, Chlo. Textbook. Only nine weeks and six days to go!" She pulled up the pants and lowered the shirt, sticking out a hand to help her sit back up. "Don't give me that look, you'll be just fine."

She sighed, her nerves shaken again by Ella's 'textbook' comment. "She's gotten to be so heavy in the last couple weeks. I don't think I'd be offended if she wanted to come a little early." The baby started kicking again, visible even from outside of her shirt. Chloe giggled, giving the area a little pat. "Yes you."

"Not too early though," Ella leaned forward, talking to her tiny patient. "Your dad wants to marry your mom before you come out." At Chloe's eye roll, she sat back, cocking her head, "What? I mean, granted I never thought of Lucifer as the kind of guy that would disapprove of having a kid out of wedlock, but...why not?"

"He doesn't care about that. He says he just wants the baby born into a solid family. Honestly with his family's history, I could completely understand that. But I keep telling him we can run to the courthouse any time he wants, but he doesn't want to 'do it that way'." She finished in air quotes, shaking her head.

"Aww, Chloe? You don't want a big white wedding? You had a courthouse wedding with Dan. Isn't it time to shake things up a little?"

"Because it worked so well the last time with...with Pierce?"

Ella pursed her lips, looking guilty. "I know. The bachelorette party was a bust...and so was the groom… But why not? It's Lucifer this time. That's completely different. You two are made for eachother."

You have no idea… "I just don't think a big white wedding in my third trimester would be such a wonderful idea. Aren't you supposed to feel like a princess on your wedding day? I'd be afraid of getting harpooned." She looked down at her belly and chuckled, "What do you think?"

"I think you should marry daddy soon anyway, mommy! You're beautiful!" Ella said out of the corner of her mouth, her voice as high as it would go. "Woah, see? She agrees with me."

"How's my little brother, Ella?" Trixie grinned from the stairs, playing with the stone wall.

"He's good kiddo! But your mom's carrying kinda high so I think it's a little sister," she folded her arms, very know-it-all esque, smiling at Chloe.

The little girl shook her head with just as much attitude, "Nu uh. It's a boy. Lucifer thinks so too."

"What do I think?" Lucifer appeared on the stairs, eyebrows raised, leaning an elbow on Trixie's head as she giggled.

Chloe laughed at the adorable sight before her. "You seem to think junior here is a boy. But my expert thinks it's a girl."

"Well there's a super easy way to tell," Ella got up, too excited to stay at her spot on the bed. "We just need some string! You dangle the mom and dad's wedding bands over her belly and if it spins around it's a boy and side to side it's a….oh yeah." She stopped, looking slightly embarrassed.

Lucifer looked like he was trying to stifle a laugh, "It's definitely a boy because they mean less drama. Supposedly. Though if my siblings are anything to go by I'm not so sure that's true." After an attempt at a threatening glare from Trixie, he nodded toward Chloe, "Ask her." he mouthed.

"Ask me what, Monkey?"

"Well…" she put her hands behind her back and batted her eyelashes. "Lucifer and I were wondering if we could all go to his Hills Estate for the night? I wanna have a water gun fight."

"It is a beautiful night for it," he nodded.

Chloe's bullshit meter was on high alert since being lured down to Lux on false pretenses a couple weeks back. "You want to go for a water gun fight?"

"And a barbeque. I hear that's something I should perfect as a human dad to be."

"That's totally true." Ella piped in, "What's a dad without a good burger on the grill right? Did your little teacher here also let you know that in order to be a good dad, you have to be as embarrassing as physically possible?"

"It's Lucifer, he's got that part covered," Chloe crossed her arms on top of her belly, looking skeptical. "Just a barbeque and a water gun fight?"

Lucifer shrugged, looking mildly hurt, "And a beautiful sunset. Really, Detective? Do you not trust me?"

She sighed, "Alright. I'll bite. I wouldn't mind going for a swim in that beautiful pool. Just...check your harpoon guns at the door."

"Can Ella come too?" Trixie asked, running over to throw her arms around the woman's waist.

"Oh, no." She shook her head, breaking free to start packing up her bags, "This sounds like a family thing. I shouldn't…"

"No no no, Miss Lopez. I insist. The more the merrier! Everything any of you could possibly need is already there, come on!"

"Uh...Lucifer?" Chloe stopped him as Trixie and Ella started carrying the bags to the elevator.

"We'll just meet you there?" He called to the two, turning around to see his fiance struggle to get up off the bed. "Let me help you up."

She gratefully let him help her off the bed, but grabbed his arm when she was upright. "You have a swimsuit for me that's going to fit all of this?"

He pulled her close, letting his hands wander down to squeeze her bum as the elevator doors closed. "I have a brand new red bikini in our room with your name on it." He whispered, nibbling on her ear.

"A bikini?" she asked, taking a deep breath and attempting to focus. "Please tell me it's not a thong."

The man gave a sexy, throaty chuckle, licking her earlobe and making her knees weak, "I'm saving that one for when we're alone."

On the elevator, Ella and Trixie were doing the secret handshake dance they'd developed over the past few months of Chloe's checkups. "Think she knows?" Ella asked her little buddy's reflection.

"Not a chance."

"They're going to wonder what happened to us." Chloe blushed, opening a bag of watermelon Sour Patch Kids, offering the bag to Lucifer from the passenger seat of the Mustang he'd given her.

He picked one out and wiggled his eyebrows at her, "If they only knew, Detective."

After a while, the Devil found himself watching her as they sat at a stoplight. She'd closed her eyes and leaned her head on the headrest, the hand not in the bag of candy slowly rubbing her belly, a small, completely content smile on her face.

He didn't even realize he was grinning himself until Chloe opened her eyes and looked a little startled. "What?"

"You're beautiful."

Chloe sighed, closing up the bag and tossing it aside, "Would it have been too much for your dad to give me a miraculous metabolism while he was doing whatever other voodoo he was doing to me?" She reached up to poke at her cheeks, but Lucifer grabbed her hand and played with her engagement ring. She glanced over at him, his eyes still focused on the road. "Your kid has a sugar problem."

"If that's the only problem had by the spawn of Satan, I'd say she's doing pretty well."

"She?"

"Slip of the tongue. You know how strong mine is."

"No, I think Linda would call that a Freudian slip. Admit it, you think it's a girl." Lucifer just chuckled but noticed her smile fading a bit. "We have to tell Ella."

His mouth opened and closed a couple times as he tried to figure out what to say. He could feel his heart squeeze into his throat as all the different scenarios, both human and celestial, of what could happen with Chloe and the baby came trickling back into his mind. "Did she find something?"

"No," she shook her head, looking down at her belly. "She's just...warm. I mean Trixie was warm too, obviously, but this kid is a friggin furnace. Especially at night."

"Like me."

"Like you," Chloe smiled, feeling a tiny bit better. "But she has to know. If this kid comes out glowing, I don't want her to panic."

"Well, let's not give Miss Lopez an existential crisis today, shall we. Today we're going to have stupid fun as she calls it. I know how much you love that," he winked at her as she rolled her eyes. Turning the corner, he raised an eyebrow, "Speaking of, why did she park all the way back here? We're still blocks away."

"Probably someone's graduation party. Look, Lucifer um…" she grabbed the bag of candy and started playing with the plastic, absentmindedly. "About what I said the last time we were here...with the Sinnerman? I'm sorry about that. I know why you did what you did now. I should have trusted you."

Lucifer just gave her a sad smile, "Water under the self kidnapped young lady, Chloe. You are going to be okay coming back?"

"I've been dying to spend a sunset out here, actually. You've had the place cleaned I'm assuming." She let go of his hand and ran it through his hair, letting her nails graze his scalp if only to selfishly enjoy the tiny shiver of pleasure he always had when she did that. "Will you be okay after everything that happened there? I half expected you to sell the place."

"And lose that sunset?"

"Um….wh...?"

"Yes, Detective?"

"Why are there white balloons on your mailbox?"

"Our mailbox, Chloe," he corrected her, pulling into the garage and throwing the car in park, getting out to open her door and hold out an arm for her before she could say another word.

Her brows furrowed as she squinted up at him, "What did you do?"

"I have a small surprise for you," he grinned. "Follow me."

"...Lucifer," Chloe instantly felt anxious and a little off, having let herself be duped yet again.

He motioned for her to wait, placing his hand on the small of her back before opening the door that led from the garage to the lowest level of the house.

"SURPRISE!" her jaw dropped as she was met with a shower of white confetti and the screams of her tribe, surprisingly including Trixie and a smiling Maze.

Chloe just stood there with her mouth open in a partial smile, frozen in shock. "What's uh...what's happening here? Exactly?"

"We, my dearest Detective, are getting married today," he beamed, clearly enjoying her reaction. "Now, I didn't want you to stress one iota, so I had Miss Lopez find your aptly named, poorly hidden 'Dream Wedding' board on this Pinterest thing and give it to the designer. Strange thing to have if you'd prefer to have your wedding at the courthouse."

Maze reached out to grab her hand, guiding her into the bridesmaids' lair, a still bewildered look on her captive's face. "Come on, Decker. We only have two hours to get everyone ready."

"Guys, I don't have anything that...that fits. Lucifer?" She turned around to see her fiance wiggling his fingers at her in a wave, a Devilish grin on his face as Trixie shut the door on him.

Ella came up from behind, putting an arm around her waist, "Everything has been taken care of right down to the teeniest, tiniest of details, Chloe. It's gonna be awesome. Just relax and have some genuinely stupid fun, okay? Today's all about you."

She finally let herself breathe and looked around. The house was so light and airy and did wonders to help her calm down, even though it was a complete contrast from the dark woods and Syrian stone of the penthouse at Lux she'd grown to love. Aside from the familiar floor to ceiling windows on the west side of the house, it was fascinating that the same man could own the two completely opposite properties.

The lower level had been transformed into a giant temporary dressing room and hair salon with her friends' bright red strapless bridesmaids' dresses lined up on one wall, a small blush pink dress in the same cut but with cap sleeves for Trixie on the end. On the other wall was a long white gown, the vail carefully draped over the hanger. Chloe was instantly drawn to it, reaching out to run a gentle finger over the lace flowers, vining leaves, and subtle feathers that covered the entire garment. Between the intricate designs was a soft white mesh and the sweetheart neckline was outlined in sparkling white jewels that Chloe couldn't help but wonder if Lucifer had ordered with real diamonds. She hoped not, but it was stunning either way. "Pnina Tornai?" she whispered, absolutely astonished at the small label hanging off the sleeve.

For just a moment, she pictured herself wearing it in her usual thin frame and grinned from ear to ear.

Not to be forgotten, the baby kicked and pulled its mother from her trance. She bit her lip, putting her hands on her hips and turning around to her small audience. "He's insane. That's never going to fit all of this. And white? If it fits, I'll look like Moby Dick."

Trixie crossed her arms, "That's a word you said I couldn't use."

"It's the name of the white whale, Trixie. Did you know about all this?"

She just shrugged, running over to take her hand and lead her to one of the chairs in front of the brightly lit vanity. Ella, Linda, and Maze all followed, grinning expectantly and taking their seats in the chairs next to hers. Maze snapped her fingers and five very flamboyant, gorgeous male hairdressers emerged from the next room and took over.

Chloe's mind was still in a whirlwind, but she sat back, sighing happily and letting Lucifer's eccentric surprise unfold around her. He could drive her insane with all his little quirks and his recent fascination with shocking the hell out of her with surprise life events, but she had to admit, she really did feel loved. Your dad's a whack job, kid. She smiled, cradling her bump as she explained to the stylist what she wanted. Her stomach was still a ball of nerves, wondering how exactly they were going to squeeze her into that dress, but the butterflies and completely stress-free side to having a surprise wedding were nothing to complain about.

With fifteen minutes to spare, everyone else was dressed and ready to go with beautiful beach waves and small red and pale pink flowers in their hair, shiny black stilettos for Maze, Linda, and Ella and a brand new pair of sparkling silver Toms for Trixie. Chloe was still in the spacious bathroom with Linda in front of the floor length mirror having a minor meltdown, her dress pooled in a fluffy white cloud at her feet. She was doing everything she could to keep herself from ruining her eyeliner and mascara, but she could not get her breathing under control. "It's not going to fit…"

Linda just listened, gently scratching above Chloe's strapless bra with her freshly manicured nails. "Why don't we at least try it?" She asked cautiously, "What's the worst that could happen?"

Chloe glared at her through her lashes in the mirror, "Oh nothing, I just pop ever seam on a what, $15,000 dress…" she grimaced, thinking of what else that money could have paid for.

The therapist adjusted her glasses, kneeling down to grab hold of the dress, "As your friend, I'm going to very nicely say to buck up and just let me help you get this thing on. Trust me." The bride rolled her eyes, but took a deep breath, letting it out slowly and doing the best she could to suck in. It made a very miniscule difference, but she nodded down to Linda and nervously closed her eyes as she felt the soft fabric travel up her freshly shaved legs, sighed with relief when it cleared her belly, and blindly fed her arms through the long lace sleeves. "Well look at that," her friend smirked, effortlessly fastening the line of close buttons from her tailbone to her shoulder blades. "You can trust me."

Chloe looked at herself in the mirror, twisting from side to side, turning around to look at her back. It was far from what she'd always pictured, thanks to her tiny passenger, but it wasn't half bad. The dress fit like a perfectly form-fitting glove and showed off her assets beautifully.

"Stunning," Linda nodded, smiling. "You don't even look pregnant from behind. How do you do that?"

The bride's smile faded as she held her arms in front of her bump, suddenly very self-conscious. "I can't do this, Linda."

Knowing this was just cold feet, she grabbed the vail and pinned it to the back of the halo of daisies in her hair, letting it fall back over her dark blond waves. "Why not?"

She shook her head, nervously fiddling with her bullet necklace, her eyes getting misty again, "What if I'm right about Lucifer's dad? About how we were supposed to be together and...and this baby? How am I supposed to raise a Light Bringer? How do I make sure she does what she's meant to do? Being a mom is hard enough but add in the fact that this kid might have some special purpose and...and there's no way in hell I'm good enough to make sure he's ready for all that."

Linda rubbed her shoulders, letting her get it all out as she tried to hide her knowing grin, "That's why you're doing this. Lucifer wants the baby born into a solid family, right?" Chloe nodded. "Don't you think maybe he means solid for you and him as well? If you're right, you were literally born to raise this specific child with Lucifer. Who, you know, just so happens to know all about the Celestial side of things where you know about the human side. He said a long time ago that you weren't doing any of this alone."

Chloe stood silent for a moment, trying to calm herself down. She still looked like she had something on the tip of her tongue that she didn't actually want to say. Finally, she nodded, a small smile returning to her still worried face, making her look completely perplexed. "I'm...marrying the Devil, Linda."

"You are," she smiled, giving the woman a much needed hug, "Congratulations."

"Mom! Are you ready yet?" Trixie called, knocking on the door. "Lucifer sent me to give you something!"

"Love you, Linda." Chloe whispered, returning the hug before walking out of the bathroom with the therapist right behind her. "I'm ready, Monkey. What's up?"

"Woah," everyone's jaws dropped at their first sight of her in her dress. "You look HOT, Mom!" She just grinned a thank you as Trixie handed her a big bouquet of lilacs, daisies, and pink roses, pulling a long white feather from behind her back and tucking it into the bunch. "He said you should have a fresh one for your something borrowed."

"Oh really?" she chuckled, nervously looking around at her friends and shrugged. "I guess we should get up there?"

"Not just yet, Decker." Maze took off the bronze cuff she wore and carefully slipped it onto Chloe's wrist above her charm bracelet. "Something old. Forged in the bowels of hell."

"And something blue," Ella reached up under her dress and wiggled off a black lace garter, woven with a silky blue ribbon. "May I?" she winked.

"If there's room up there, sure," she laughed, covering her face with her flowers as Ella scooted it up into place.

"Do we have something new?" Linda glanced over the room, but came up short for ideas.

Trixie grinned, reaching over to pat her mom's bump, "My little brother's pretty new, right?"

Chloe laughed, "Let's just hope he lets me get through the ceremony without needing a pee break."

The sun was just starting to set, casting a beautiful golden pink glow over everything on the Hills Estate deck. A white arch was set up on the far side by the glass railing, covered in the same lilacs, daisies, and roses from Chloe's bouquet, white twinkle lights strung from the corners to the roof of the house, outlining the aisle. There were loads of white chairs, occupied with employees of the LAPD on one side and Lux staff and bigwig LA club owners on the other.

When the music started playing, Lucifer could practically hear his heart pounding in his chest from where he stood under the arch next to Fitz in his best Tuxedo. This was actually happening. As Dan came down the aisle in a sharp grey suit and red tie, holding Trixie's hand, the groom looked up at the sky in a silent taunt to his dad. The Devil himself was getting his happily ever after. No matter how many curveballs his father had thrown at him, he had managed to dodge them all and find happiness. His story was not over and this day was just the beginning, dammit.

He looked back down in time to see his temporary partner lean over to give his soon-to-be stepdaughter a kiss on the cheek before they went their separate ways, Trixie waving from just outside the bride's side of the arch. Dan held out a hand to Lucifer and gave it a friendly shake, taking the place at his right side. "Shouldn't your brother be in this spot?"

"He should, yes." Lucifer whispered back, "But the drama queen hasn't responded to any of my prayers. Congrats, Daniel. You're best man by default." he teased.

He just chuckled, slapping his back, "Whatever ya need, Man. I miss that guy."

Next down the aisle was Linda, followed by Maze, and then Ella. When Here Comes the Bride started playing and everyone stood up, Chloe's heart was in her throat. Even though her dad had been gone since she was nineteen, she still somehow had pictured him with her, walking down the aisle and giving her away. Instead, Penelope Decker had popped out of nowhere, holding her arm out for her daughter. "Mom!"

"Hey Pumpkin!" she grinned, though met with a glare from Chloe, looking down at her bump and back at her in disgust. "Oh no! Honey, you do not look like a pumpkin. Swallowed one maybe, but you are so gorgeous, baby girl. Let's get you married off to that beautiful hunk of man you caught."

Completely used to her mother's personality, she looped her arm through hers, taking a deep breath and that first step out onto the deck. Even with all eyes and smiles on her, she couldn't look away from the man at the end of the aisle. He was trying his hardest to look stoic, but coyly reaching up to rub under his nose did nothing to hide his grin. The closer they got, she noticed his eyes were brimming with unshed tears, her own growing foggy with the same. She carefully turned to wipe her eyes, but noticed an empty chair on her side, John Decker's full dress uniform draped over the back rest. She smiled as tears ran down her face, Lucifer pulling his pocket square from his jacket and handing it to her as her mom kissed her cheek and took the seat next to John's.

"You look lovely," Lucifer whispered, reaching up to wipe at his own eyes, shyly laughing at himself.

She took a deep, steadying breath, almost handing the square back to her groom, but needing it again when she saw the empty chair with a pair of Charlotte's red bottom stilettos on Lucifer's side. When she was finally able to give it back, she shook her head, "You just had to go with a form fitting dress," she winked.

He practically growled, undressing her with his eyes in front of everyone. "No regrets there, Detective."

"Can I cut in here guys?" Fitz asked, causing quite the laugh from the guests. The ceremony was a bit of a blur for them both as they held each other's hands and watched the others' reaction to the Lieutenant's funny, touching, and noticeably completely non-religious speech. "Now, Chloe, we know this was all kind of sprung on you and you didn't exactly have the chance to write yours, but Lucifer said he wanted to do his own vows. The stage is yours." The lieutenant smiled, taking a step back.

Lucifer tried to clear his throat, but it was hopeless and his voice came out much huskier than usual. "Chloe Jane Decker: I am a devil of my word, and I swear to you that I will love and protect you from this day forward, laying down my life for you if so required to keep you safe. I will be your loyal, loving, goofy, supportive partner both at work and at home and will never give you any more Luciferness than you can handle. Though I know you can handle an awful lot." She chuckled, sniffling back tears again. "I swear to be by your side through every step of our lives, to never let us go to bed angry, to always let you finish first," he winked, his voice cracking, "to be whatever you need me to be, and to only teach your daughter and our child the most respectable of the morally questionable talents that will take them so far in this life." He caressed her cheek and wiped away a tear, "For as long as both of us shall live, Detective."

Fitz found herself fanning her eyes with the little officiant book she was holding, "Need a minute?" she smiled at Chloe, noticing the bridesmaids were all doing much the same thing with their flowers.

"No," She shook her head, swallowing back what she could of her emotions. "But I think I can make something up on the fly here." There was a low rumble of chuckles in the audience, but she paused to collect her thoughts. "Lucifer Morningstar: Life has been...something else since I took that case at Lux. I have seen things that I never in my wildest dreams would have imagined, but I wouldn't trade a single second of the time we've been together and the time we'll have. I too swear to always be the loyal partner you can depend on, both at work and at home. I will do what I can to talk you off whatever ledges you find yourself on and to pull you out of whatever Hell you find yourself in. I promise to give you all of the unconditional love you have always deserved, and to give you the family you've always desired. As long as we both shall live." She took a shaky breath, her voice having given out to a small whisper at the end.

"Who has the rings?" Fitz asked. Dan dug them out of his pocket and handed them to his boss, catching Chloe's eyes and giving her the same heartfelt nod as he had for his buddy's proposal. "Lucifer, do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

He nodded, slipping the white gold, diamond encrusted band down to the onyx engagement ring. "I finally do, yes."

"And Chloe, do you take Lucifer as your lawfully wedded husband?"

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but yes. I definitely do," she laughed, sliding the black, meteorite striped band on his finger.

"Then by the powers vested in me by the State of California, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss your bride."

"With pleasure, Lieutenant." Lucifer grinned, carefully dipping his squealing wife and kissing her sweetly as everyone cheered and the last sliver of the bright orange sun dipped below the horizon.

The deck had been transformed into a dance floor in no time flat, and the champagne was flowing as music blasted from the massive sound system. When the music stopped, the party vacated the makeshift dance floor and circled around the edges as a couple of the Lux employees rolled out the estate's grand piano. Linda sat down at the bench and smiled encouragingly at Trixie, standing beside her with a microphone. "Ladies and gentleman," the little girl started without a hint of hesitation, her dad grinning proudly behind her. "For the very first time as husband and wife, please put your hands together for the bride and groom, my mom and stepdad: Mr. and Mrs. Morningstar."

She handed Dan the mic and sat down on Linda's right side as the therapist started playing the Secondo part of Heart and Soul. The living room doors slid open and a very proud, only partially untucked and tousled Lucifer stepped out into the light of the deck, taking a bow and holding out his hand for his new bride. Chloe came out of the darkness with a huge smile on her face, her red lipstick obviously very freshly retouched.

Lucifer squeezed her hand, guiding her out to the center of the dance floor. He pulled her to him, resting his forehead to hers as the music progressed to where Trixie joined in with the familiar tune. When Chloe's lips cracked into a smile, he kissed her forehead and led her into a slow waltz, "If you'll remember, Detective, we were playing this song when you said I could always come to you when I needed a friend."

Chloe nodded, tilting her head to the side as she looked up into his deep brown eyes. "Is this why Trixie's been playing this non-stop for the last couple weeks?"

"The only flaw to an otherwise perfect surprise. Luckily Doctor Linda had a secret talent as well. Otherwise, you'd be dancing by yourself up here."

The bride chuckled. "Lucifer this is...ridiculously perfect. I didn't think you had it in you to do the, what did you call it? Till death do us part nonsense?"

"Only with you, Chloe."

She suddenly looked very concentrated, moving her hand from his shoulder to run her fingers through his hair, "What's that?" He raised an eyebrow, looking thoroughly amused, but she couldn't find what she'd seen. "Must have been the light." She shrugged, resting her head on her husband's shoulder as he stooped over to hold her closer.

As Linda and Trixie finished the song to a loud round of applause, couples flooded back onto the dance floor around them as the piano was rolled away and the DJ went back to work playing upbeat, mostly classic rock hits and Chloe's favorites from the 90s. Lucifer managed to keep Chloe on the dance floor, smiling from ear to ear for most of the night. He did however ask her with annoying regularity if she was okay, if she needed more water or food, or offered to walk with her to the bathroom every time nature called so that she didn't feel like she was missing anything.

When the DJ started playing Separate Ways by Journey, he felt a tap on his shoulder, turning around to see his best man. "Mind if I cut in?"

The groom just laughed, kissed his wife on the cheek, and stepped out of the way, "Remember to give her back, Daniel." He glared at him in fun, finding Trixie right behind him, holding out a hand to offer her a dance that she very eagerly accepted.

"Allow me to introduce you to the elephant in the room," he winked, shaking Chloe's hand. "Evidently it's uncommon for the bride's ex to be the groom's best man."

"It's a little unconventional, I admit. But so is almost everything else about all this," she laughed, throwing her arms around the man's neck. Their relationship had developed into a sweet, platonic friendship, but she did still love him for it and he'd always be the man that gave her Trixie.

"If he ever hurts you, true love won't desert you! You know I still love you. Though we touched and went our separate ways!" Dan sang to her in his best, champagne fueled falsetto. "I'm just kidding, Chlo. I'm happy for you. I mean, I'm a little hurt that you're taking his last name when you never took mine. And it's a little weird that you're having his kid and he still calls you Detective, and that my kid lights up when he calls her Brat or Offspring, but he makes you two happy. What can I do." They both looked over and laughed at the sight of Trixie who had both sparkly silver Toms on top of Lucifer's polished black Oxfords, giggling her little heart out as he danced with her.

"They're his version of pet names, Dan. We wouldn't have it any other way." At her ex's nod, she glanced over to Maze who was grinding up against a particularly drunk Linda, Ella just as drunk and grinding up on her. "How are things with you and Maze?"

He laughed, a little startled, "We're uh...I don't know exactly. We're bros, I guess?"

"That's what they're calling it these days," Chloe teased. "Whatever you guys do, we're happy for you both. And our door is always open. We've never kicked either of you out."

Dan shook his head, an amused grin on his face, "Most awkward third wheel experience ever."

She rolled her eyes with a smile as they continued to dance to the rest of the song before Ella cut in, "Mamma Chlo Chlo!" Her midwife drunkenly hugged her from the side as Dan ducked off to try his luck with a Lux waitress he'd had his eyes on. "Please...please please...do not go into labor tonight. I wouldn't be able to help you," she slurred.

"I'll do my best!" she laughed overtop of the music. "Are you having fun?"

"Oh fuck yeah!" Ella raised her drink and wandered off again, leaving Chloe to watch as Lucifer effortlessly picked up Trixie's eleven year old frame to dance to the slow ballad that had just come on.

She saw her mom from where her head rested on his shoulder and waved her over. Lucifer turned around and put an arm around her waist, "How are you feeling?" he asked like clockwork.

"You don't want me to work too hard, but dancing the night away is just fine?"

He sat Trixie down, sending her over to run interference between her grandmother and a very skittish looking young waiter with the catering company. "Do you need to sit down for a while?"

"No, we're good." She smiled, nuzzling into his chest as he wrapped his arms around her, swaying to the music. "I've been thinking though."

"Oh?"

She nodded, "Everyone keeps telling me this is my day, but you got married today too. This whole thing couldn't have happened without you."

He kissed the top of her head before resting his chin over the daisies, "But you're the beauty that stole the show."

He could practically hear her rolling her eyes at that. "This was all so beautiful and kind and I really didn't feel too much like a whale. And you remembered my dad and invited my mom. I mean I wasn't happy about that at the beginning, but I'm glad you did. It's not all about me. It's about us. It's your wedding too...so...I want tonight to be all about you, Lucifer." She stopped their swaying, pulling away enough to see his reaction. "Whatever you want to do. Just...no butt stuff. I don't want to get that far away from vanilla."

Lucifer's eyes grew wide, a devilish grin spreading across his face, "Why Mrs. Morningstar. Are you saying I can break out all those things you told me to lock up when your spawn started staying at my place?" Chloe shrugged, not sure if she should be regretting her offer or not. "Did you know this is where I'd hidden everything?"

"Can we uh...can we start small?"

She must have looked as worried as she felt because his eyes softened, "You're the one that holds all the power, Chloe."

It didn't take long to pour all of the guests into a fleet of cabs and limos by three in the morning. Dan had left to a mysterious phone call around one, saying something along the lines of "Another one? Where?" but refused to tell the happy couple what was going on. Trixie had passed out shortly after on one of the lounge chairs by the pool, Lucifer carrying her to her grandmother's cab when she left. Maze, Ella, and Linda all climbed into the same taxi with talks of stopping at a 24-hour taco shop, the Lux staff made very quick work of flipping the deck back to its original setup, and the LAPD weekend day shift would more than likely be extremely short staffed in the morning.

When the last guest finally stumbled off the property, Lucifer bolted all of the doors, loosened his bow tie, and grabbed his wife's hand, leading her up the stairs to the master suite.

Chloe was exhausted. Her feet and ankles felt swollen in her white flats and her back ached, but the practically giddy look on her husband's face drove her up the stairs and made her heart flutter as he turned down the lights in their bedroom. "I'll be gentle," he smiled, wrapping his arms around her and undoing the buttons down her back, each one accompanied by a light kiss to her neck and chest. With her breathing growing ragged and her limbs already feeling like jello, she unbuttoned his shirt, letting it and his jacket hit the floor before her dress puddled at their feet.

She went to undo his trousers, feeling the bulge already on her belly, but he grabbed her hands, his lips at her ear, "No no no, Detective," he whispered, his breath hot, keeping her wrists in a firm, but gentle grip as he unclasped her bra with the other. He slipped his left hand down the front of her lace panties, the cold metal of his new wedding ring sending shivers down her legs as she purred. "Okay?"

She nodded, gasping and flinching onto her tiptoes as his fingers entered her, massaging just the right places inside to make her knees go weak, his thumb doing its own vigorous work on the outside. He let go of her wrists and put an arm around her for support as she gripped onto his biceps for dear life until out of nowhere he just stopped. "Keep going," she begged.

"Lie down. I'll be right back," he guided her over to the four post bed, sitting her down before disappearing into the walk in closet.

Chloe tried to catch her breath as she pulled the daisies from her hair, but her heart was racing. She'd secretly been on the bandwagon when the Fifty Shades books came out, sure, but she had no idea what Lucifer Morningstar of all people was capable of. She could breathe a little easier when he came out without a whip, but five silk ties and a bottle of non-alcoholic champagne in a silver bucket of ice.

"You did say to start light," he gave her a sexy smirk, setting down the bucket on the nightstand. He kicked off his shoes, returning to the foot of the bed to give Chloe a kiss. He scooted her back toward the center of the fluffy down comforter, laying her back and pressing just as much of his weight on top of her as he dared, running his tongue over her collar bones. When she lightly started to run her fingernails up his sides, he hummed at the tingles they left behind, but reached around to grab her hands, pinning them to the pillow above.

He let his other hand wander down to her hip, leaving goosebumps in his wake and reveling in the way her breathing changed as his hand traveled between her legs. Chloe's arms wiggled as she tried to break her wrists free, but he gave a throaty chuckle and reached for the first of the ties. He let go, sitting up to straddle her thighs and ran his lips ever so gently along her left arm before tying it to the headboard. "Still okay?" She nodded, biting her lip as he did the same to her right. Chloe gently pulled at the restraints above her head, but they were stronger than they looked. Lucifer saw what she was doing and kissed her forehead, looking at her so intently it almost broke her heart. "You know I'll let you out the instant you use the safe word, right?"

"Okay," she smiled nervously, but knew with every fiber of her being that she could trust the man she'd just promised to spend the rest of her life with, Devil or not. Satisfied that she was comfortable, he went back at it, kissing his way down to her toes, even stopping to massage her sore feet before tying her ankles to the bed posts. She felt more than a little silly, starfished out as she was, but took a deep, shaky breath as he slid a pillow under her hips and used the final silk tie to cover her eyes.

Without being able to see what Lucifer he doing, her chest started heaving with anticipation. It seemed like it was taking ages for him to touch her, but right as she was beginning to worry that he may have left the room for that cat-o-nine-tails she was so dreading, she jumped at a cold, wet sensation on her left breast. Lucifer chuckled from the same area, his hot, moist breath surrounding the cold and making her gasp as his teeth dragged it around her already sensitive nipple. She moaned, digging her head into the comforter and finding herself pulling hard at the ties as he moved on top of her to give the other side the same attention, his large warm hands on her belly.

Grabbing another ice cube, he made his way down as Chloe wiggled, the sounds she made causing his pants to grow uncomfortably tight and his ears to burn with pleasure. As he ran the ice down her belly and against her swollen bud, her back arched as she called out his name in pure extacy. He moaned, digging the ice in harder with his teeth and slipping his fingers in and out of her warmth, faster and faster as the ice melted and he replaced it with his tongue, flicking over her clit as quickly, but delicately as he could, teasing her. She panted and pulled, but the ties held as she bucked against the pillow at her back. Lucifer put his forearm around her thigh, stroking it gently as her legs started to shake and her squeals turned into high pitched grunts of bliss.

Just as he was about to send himself over the edge as well, he carefully ripped off his pants and threw them across the room, moving to kneel where Chloe's hips dug into the bed. He could tell she was trying to say his name. To beg for him to take her. But all that came out of her sweet mouth were desperate whimpers. He ran his hands lightly up her sides, getting himself into place, teasing her with his cock, his own breath coming out as low guttural moans as he bit his lip and untied her blindfold. Their eyes met and they held each other's loving gaze as he reached up to take each breast in his hands, gently rolling her nipples between his fingers, thrusting himself deep into her depths.

Her eyes squeezed shut, her head digging back as she screamed. Lucifer leaned down, moving his hands to cradle her face as he thrust, careful to not put too much weight on their child. "Chloe," he grunted into her temple. Unable to wrap her arms around him and squeeze him as tight as she wanted, she just locked eyes with him, biting her lip and smiling as her cheeks grew rosie.

Without any warning, there was a whoosh as Lucifer's brilliant white wings unfurled. The look on his face was almost that of embarrassment. Had her hands not been tied, Chloe would have grabbed his scruffy cheeks. Instead, she gave him the most stern look she could muster with her eyes wanting to roll back into her skull, "Don't you dare slow down, Lucifer Morningstar. You know I love those too." She smiled, as she watched his confidence come back. Still inside, he repositioned himself above her, lifting her hips and finding an angle to better drive home his long, deep thrusts growing harder and faster as his feathers rustled with the motion.

At this angle, it didn't take long for every muscle in Chloe's body to contract. She shook violently with the most intense, longest orgasm she'd ever had in her life, the sounds coming out of her mouth almost animalistic as her body melted into the soft fabric underneath. Lucifer fell on top of her, squeezing her tightly to him as he shuttered into her, the same sounds coming out of him.

He rolled off onto his side as they both tried to catch their breath, every last ounce of effort focused into untying his wife from the bed. Their chests still heaving and their bodies glistening with the sweat of their effort, Chloe wrapped her arms around her husband and found herself running her fingers through the soft feathers of his wings, their foreheads together on the pillow. Lucifer pulled her close, running a hand through her soft hair. He sighed happily, his eyelids starting to droop, "By the way, happy Mother's Day as well, Mrs. Morningstar."

Now don't you fret, there WILL be more, though the next chapter may be delayed a bit as LUCIFER SEASON 4 COMES OUT IN A MATTER OF HOURS, PEOPLE! THIS IS NOT A DRILL! *cough* Sorry. Anyway. Thank you for reading! I hope this killed some time for you while you wait for Netflix to refresh. Please please please leave a review. You know how much I love those. And again, I love you guys. Thanks for putting up with my fluffy DeckerStar daydreams. This story will go as planned, no matter what happens in season 4, but as I said before, anything slightly similar to what happens there is coincidence, but the more I read about it, the less I think I have to worry. But we shall see. Thank you and HAVE SO MUCH FUN WATCHING SEASON 4!