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UPDATE: If I was to do a sequel one shot to this story, thanks to a reader, I know who baby's father would be.

Part Two

For something so small, so light, the baby suddenly felt heavy in Linda's arms at Maze's words. She gazed down at the infant who looked more angelic than demon. Her dark hair, and there was quite a lot of it, was matted down by vernix and blood. But it was her eyes, those large, seemingly black irises that caught the therapist's attention the most. It was as if the child was staring into her very soul. But not in a malicious way. No. It was oddly comforting.

"Maze…" Linda whispered. "If you'd just look at her, you'd see…"

"I told you I don't want her." The demon replied, turning away onto her side. "Just take her somewhere. To a hospital. A fire station. I don't care. Just go…"

Chloe massaged her hand as she met Linda's gaze. If things weren't already complicated enough. The infant began to fuss, causing Maze to cover her head with a pillow. The therapist rocked the baby in her arms unsure of what to do next.

"I have some old clothes of Charlie's." She said quietly, turning to Ella. "Most of them are way too big for her. But at least it's something for now. Have Amenadiel show you where they are." Her eyes flickered over to Maze. "And let them know what's going on."

Gingerly, she carried the newborn into the bathroom. As she nudged the faucet knob on with her elbow, her mind travelled back twenty six years ago. Back to when she was that frightened, seventeen year old girl holding that beautiful, fragile baby. Her child. Her daughter. Adriana.

Linda had felt so lost, so uncertain of what to do. How was she supposed to meet the needs of someone who would depend solely on her? So once the infant was taken out of sight, she did the only thing her brain could settle on. Leave. Leave and never, ever turn back. It was for the child's own good, she'd told herself. No matter the pain, it had been right. Even though some nights she'd lie awake in bed questioning herself. Her decision. And dreaming of what could've been.

"Yes, yes, I know…" The woman murmured as she wet a washcloth with warm water and began to ever so carefully clean the infant. "It isn't very pleasant is it?" The baby looked up at her with those big, dark eyes and Linda smiled. "You'll feel better though, I promise."

The outfit Ella had come back to the room with had been one of Linda's favorites from when her son was very little. She'd kept it for that very reason. An adorable, blue footed onesie with a whale in the center of the chest and tiny, white fish that took up the rest of the fabric. Despite its size, the newborn swam in it looking much out of place. But it was something to keep her warm.

"You should take a shower, Maze." Chloe suggested. "You'll feel better."

"I'm fine where I am." The demon grumbled. "I don't need or want anything right now."

"Take a shower, Mazikeen." The detective repeated forcefully, much to everyone's surprise. "Now."

The demon flipped around and glowered maliciously at the other woman. When Chloe held her ground, not even blinking to break eye contact, Maze's nostrils flared. Nevertheless, she slunk out from under the towels and sat up.

"Fine." She growled, facing towards the bathroom. "If you're going to be so insistent."

If she were to be quite frank, Maze didn't actually remember the last time she took a shower let alone have a proper moment to sleep. She'd been on the run for so long. Not from anyone in particular. No. Though she'd never openly admit it, she'd been avoiding her own problems. Her own emotions. A rocky journey that had led her standing now under Amenadiel's and Linda's showerhead as the hot water washed away the blood and other fluids down from her thighs and into the drain. It felt heavenly-and that wasn't a word she used lightly. Ever.

She dried off using what she assumed was Linda's towel-she didn't care, and slipped on the robe that hung off the hook on the door. As she exited the bathroom, steam spilling out from behind, she immediately stopped in her tracks. There, lying in the middle of the bed, was her baby. Maze jerked her head around noticing how Amenadiel was blocking the window and Lucifer the door.

"What is this?!" The demon hissed. "What are you…"

"That little girl right there is your daughter, Mazikeen." Linda said, folding her arms over her chest. "And deny it all you want, but you are her mother."

The infant began to cry, but no one made a move to pick her up.

"Well?!" The demon snapped. "Is someone going to shut it up?!"

Everyone averted their eyes leaving Maze staring alone at the infant. The newborn wailed, her tiny fists clenched. The demon swallowed, her heart pounding in her chest as she stepped closer. She was so small. So tiny. She hadn't felt that way when she was coming up. Tentatively, Maze reached out a single finger and tapped the baby's hand. Almost instantly, her daughter grabbed it. Slowly, the wails began to settle into soft whimpers as the woman watched her child.

"She stopped crying." Maze commented, finally catching Linda's eyes. "Is...she okay?"

"Yeah." Her friend said with a soft smile. "She's okay." She took a step closer and rested a hand on the small of Maze's back. "You can pick her up, you know?"

"I don't want to hurt her…" And the demon almost sounded nervous when she spoke. "You pick her up."

"Here." Linda motioned to the edge of the bed. "What if I hand her to you?"

Maze sat down on the bed, careful not to jostle the child. Gently, Linda scooped the baby up and placed her in her mother's awaiting arms. The demon stared down mystified. She studied her daughter's features, brushing a finger across her dark hair. When the child let out a long yawn, the corners of her lips twitched into a small smile.

"I'm...sorry…" Maze began, tearing her eyes away from the baby. "For ruining your couch...and your bed."

"Material things can be replaced." Linda chuckled. "Anyway, I'm a therapist, I can handle going a little out of pocket on occasion. What's important is that you need some rest." She met the demon's stare. "Stay. Sleep. You're always welcome here."

The other woman glanced down at her child. "What about her?"

The therapist snorted and rolled her eyes. When she realized Maze wasn't joking, she shook her head. "Of course she can. Both of you." Linda smiled at the baby. "Amenadiel can strip the sheets and put clean ones on. I have a nightgown you can put on."

Maze seemed surprisingly hesitant to hand the newborn to Chloe as she stood back up. Until that moment, she hadn't realized how sore she was. Inhaling, she took a rather plain nightgown from Linda's hands and returned to the bathroom.

"She looks...normal." Lucifer commented as he peered over Chloe's shoulder. "Like Charlie. No wings or hellish horns or marks...and we're sure she's Maze's?"

"I was there." His girlfriend scowled, holding up her bruised hand. "That's Maze's daughter."

"So her father must be human." Amenadiel added as he went about fixing the bed. "Surely it wouldn't be another demon's or an angel's…" His eyes grew wide. "You don't think…"

"No, no." The Devil interrupted, dismissively waving his hand. "We'd know if she was Michael's. If a demon and an angel had a baby, the likelihood of that…" He shook his head. "Unfortunately, unless Maze claims differently, I'd say the child paternal parent is mortal."

"Which doesn't make her any less cute!" Ella exclaimed, beaming at the baby. "Celestial or Hellish or whatever you wanna call it, she's perfect! Aren't you?!"

Everyone fell silent when Maze entered the room once more. She seemed more visibly exhausted, the adrenaline she used to keep her guard up finally wearing away. Glancing once at the others, she made her way back to the bed and got in. When Chloe brought the baby over, she didn't object. It was only when her daughter began to stir again that a look of concern flashed across the demon's features.

"She's probably hungry." Linda explained. "You should feed her."

"...You mean like…" Mazikeen stared down at her chest.

"We should go." Dan cut in. "I could use a drink. Do you have anything in the fridge?"

Breastfeeding had never crossed Maze's mind. Sure, she'd seen Linda do it with Charlie and thought it utterly ridiculous. Lilith had never fed her in such a way. She and her siblings had been left to fend for themselves, of course. Nevertheless, with her friend's help, she managed to adjust her pajamas so her left breast was visible. Guiding the infant to her nipple, the baby immediately latched on hungerly. It was an odd sensation and the demon found herself unable to look away.

"Mazikeen…" Linda began to venture. "What happened."

The demon was quiet for a moment as her daughter fed. "I left." She said simply. "I took some bounty gigs and ended up north in Canada. I did some things I'm not proud of...which is a lot coming from me." Maze paused and glanced at the three women. "I don't know who her father is if that's what you're asking. Just some guy I slept with along the way. I know, not exciting."

"You could've called!" Ella interjected. "Or texted! We were worried about you!"

"I needed to be alone." Maze answered. "And I was...until I realized I was pregnant." A sad smile briefly crossed her features. "I didn't know at first. Not for awhile. And when I did, I considered terminating it. But I just...couldn't. So I chose to ignore it. Then it got to where I couldn't…" She paused, her lips pressed into a thin line. "I decided to come back here. I didn't know where else to go."

"Well, in any case, it's good to have you back." Chloe smiled as the newborn's eyes began to close and her suckling slowed. "Have you thought of a name?"

The demon exhaled. "Like I said before, I was planning on keeping it-her." She examined her daughter carefully. "I don't know what to call her. I don't want her to hate me even more."

"Why would she hate you in the first place?" Linda inquired, an eyebrow cocked.

Maze shrugged. "Why wouldn't she?" She situated the baby in the crook of her arm. "I haven't exactly proven to be the best mother and she isn't even a few hours old. This is why I told you I shouldn't have her. I…" She swallowed and turned her attention towards the window. "I don't deserve her. I don't deserve to be a mother and I certainly don't deserve to be hers."

It was painfully clear how Lily Rose's abandonment had affected Maze. Bestowing upon her a lack of confidence deep within her. Projecting onto the idea that she'd fail as a parent. Chloe took a seat at the end of the bed and exhaled.

"When I had Trixie, I developed postpartum depression." The detective exhaled, fingers running over her bruised knuckles. "You'd think that after having the baby you'd been dreaming about, you'd be happy. But some mornings, I felt as if I couldn't even drag myself out of bed. When I looked at her…it didn't feel right. Distant. Like she wasn't even my own kid." She gave a sad smile as she finally met Maze's stare. "You'd find that hard to believe now. But it happened. And those first few weeks were the hardest. If it hadn't been for Dan and my mother, I'm not sure I would've snapped out of it."

"But you love her now." And it wasn't a question as the demon spoke. "I've seen you."

"I'd die a million deaths for my daughter." Chloe agreed. "I'd spend eternity in Hell-and from what you and Lucifer have told me, that's saying a lot."

Maze nodded her head thoughtfully. "I don't want to be like Lilith." She said quietly, the newborn stirring slightly in her sleep. "I don't want to raise it-my daughter, the way my mother took care of me, or lack thereof." The demon gently ran a finger down the infant's cheek. "Her name is Eden."

"Eden?" Ella inquired. "Like the Garden of Eden? But isn't that-"

"Yes." Maze cut in. "I know very well what happened there. But in a way, it was the start of all of it. And maybe there are better names out there. Maybe it's really a stupid name. But...but I like it…" She nodded her head. "Eden Rose after my mother. I don't condone what she did and I don't forgive her, but she did what she thought was best for us. And I really don't have any other ideas for a middle name. So I guess I'll call her Eden."

"I like it." Linda said smiling down at Eden. "I like it a lot."

"Happy birthday, Eden." Maze said softly, smiling at her daughter. "I might not be the best, but I guess I'm all you got. Maybe we can learn about this together." She glanced at each of her friends. "With your help of course."

Chloe gave Maze's knee a squeeze. "We're family, Maze. We have your back." She grinned as Eden opened her wide eyes, her gaze still unfocused as many newborns' experienced. "Trixie is going to adore you."

"An invisible toast to Eden!" Ella exclaimed, raising her fist as if holding a glass. "To the many, many years to come."

The demon merely smiled down at her daughter. "To the many, many years to come."

So I decided not to give Eden a celestial parent because that seemed more like a multi-chapter story and I liked the idea of her just having a random mortal father. I hope you liked this two part story. I'm considering making a sequel one shot or maybe even adding on a third part to this (an epilogue) that skips a year or so so that we can see Maze with toddler Eden. Let me know in a comment if you are interested in seeing a sequel! Thank you so much for reading! Feedback is greatly loved and appreciated! Stay safe and healthy! -Jen