A/N: My dear readers. Here comes the fourth story of the one-shot-collection. This one is the sequel to my other story "The sweetest taste of sin" and follows up on the happy ending. For those of you who haven't read that. Feel free to do so. :D

If you prefer not to, here comes a little summary: SPOILER ALERT
Lucifer and Chloe had to play a married couple to catch a serial killer. During their undercover time, they came closer to each other until they couldn't deny their feelings any longer. After several life-threatening events, Lucifer decided to make this fake marriage a real one and proposed to her. Of course, Chloe accepted and not long after they moved into a house together, preparing for their wedding.

The Flu and Other Little Parasites

This story was beta-read by Daemon. All remaining mistakes are my own. But feel free to point them out :D

Enjoy!

Lucifer had no idea how he'd gotten himself into that! Life should have been so easy. He'd made sure that not only with the new Mexican nanny at hand, but also with a fine network consisting of Chloe, Maze, and even Dan, under no circumstances he would have been alone with the child. But right now, he was exactly that! And he could do nothing about it as he watched the little girl hunch over and throw up across the kitchen area, creating a pool of sick that was almost as big as herself.

"Sorry," Trixie cried out and looked up to him, big tears streaming down her face, her cheeks flushed with shame. She tightly clutched her arms around her stomach, trying to ease a bit of the pain that had spread out inside of her.

"Stop crying, child," he urged her and cautiously approached her. With one wary eye fixed on her face, he bent over and grabbed her by her arms, carefully lifting her up and putting her back down near the sink. Loud sobs resounded behind him while he turned to the sink, took the cloth that was hanging around the water tap, wetted it, and turned back to her. He was about to lean down to her and wipe her face clean, as she grimaced and heaved up another load of her breakfast. "No! Don't!" Lucifer shouted and sprang back, just in time to not get hit by her vomit. He stared at her in disgust and questioned appalled, his voice an octave higher in disbelief, "How can so much fit into your little body?"

Fresh tears welled into Trixie's eyes. Her jaw trembled and she sobbed loudly, "I'm sorry." Sniffing audibly, she tried to hold back further tears. She wrapped her arms tighter around herself, her teeth chattering as a shiver ran over her. She glanced at him, her features a picture of misery, and tried to find out how angry he was.

Lucifer let his shoulders drop. The way she looked was too adorable to be mad at her, even in her current state. "It's fine," he softly assured her and was about to step over to her when he abruptly held himself back. "Are you going to puke again?" he questioned warily. Seeing her shaking her head, he narrowed his eyes doubtfully and asked again, "Are you sure?" She gave him a firm nod, but still, this didn't cease his worries. "Everything is out of your system that had been in there?" he probed further and attentively looked at her. Trixie nodded again, certain of it, and Lucifer visibly relaxed, exhaling a relieved sigh. "Good!" With a huge step, he closed in on her, wiped her face clean, and moved around to toss the cloth back into the sink. Then he picked her up as gently as he could, carefully holding her to the side, in case she was wrong.

Trixie didn't take any precaution, though. She shifted against him, wrapped her arms around his neck, holding tight, and when he carried her over to the stairs, she lay her head in the crook of his neck, too exhausted to keep it up.

Lucifer stopped in mid-movement when he felt her hot forehead pressed against him. Grabbing her behind to steady her, he felt her temperature with the back of his free hand and frowned deeply. "You're as hot as hellfire," he mumbled, and deep worry lines appeared above his eyebrows. "Why did you have to wait to get sick until your nanny has her day off?" he rebuked her without meaning it at all and continued with carrying her up the stairs. Grabbing his phone, he pressed speed-dial and held the little device against his ear. After a couple of ringing sounds, the call went to voicemail. "Hey, Chloe, it's me. I'm taking your child to the doctor. She's sick," he stated and ended the call, putting the phone back in his pocket. They reached her room, and he placed Trixie down on her bed, calmly telling her, "Please get changed. I'll try to reach your mum again in the meantime." Sending her an affirming nod, he exited the room, stepped into the hallway and pulled out his phone again, pressing her number and holding it against his ear once more. Again, the only thing that resounded were a number of rings before it went to voicemail. He ended the call, and then pressed the caller button anew. Still, no change. "Come on!" he grumbled impatiently. After a third failed attempt he gave up and walked back into the child's room. Trixie was still lying on her bed in her pyjamas, and he questioned her, perplexed, "Why aren't you changed, yet?"

"It's too hard," the little girl replied, snuffled loudly, and rubbed her eyes. "I can't lift my arms," she whined and exhaled an exhausted sigh while she demonstratively let her arms drop down to her sides.

Lucifer rolled his eyes, suppressing a groan. He walked to the closet, taking out the very first jogging suit that was in there, and stepped back to her. Guiding her into an upright position, he grabbed her shirt and pulled it above her head. For a moment, he considered if he should remove her undershirt as well, but then dismissed the idea. That would be unnecessary work for him, and the doctor probably wouldn't mind, anyway. Plus, he'd read somewhere that sick children need to be kept warm. Therefore, he quickly put the sweatshirt over her head and helped her get into the sleeves before he pulled it down. Trixie let herself fall back onto her bed with a loud phut. She looked like a toddler, weakly lying there on the bed, and he sighed in mild vexation, not liking it at all that he had to play the dressing fairy.

He pushed the feeling down. The sooner they got to the doctor, the earlier he'd have gotten it over with, and he would know what exactly she had, when it would get away again, and, very importantly, if this was in any kind infectious. Reaching for her pyjama bottoms, he pulled them off as well before he grabbed the trousers, making sure he had the correct side, and then helped her get into them. He was about to pick her up when Trixie objected.

"I need socks!" she reminded him and gestured towards the dresser.

"Right!" Lucifer mumbled, turned to the furniture, and opened the second upper drawer, grabbing a pair of what looked like warm socks. When he turned back to her, Trixie had already raised one foot, holding it towards him. He frowned in confusion, surprised that this illness had withdrawn all strength from her arms, but her legs still worked perfectly fine. With a quick shake of his head, he got rid of the thought. He had no time to ponder on that right now, he told himself and put the first sock over her foot. When he was done, Trixie held her other foot high and he repeated the process. Finally having her fully dressed, he nodded to himself, pleased with his work. He briefly considered to take out his phone and snap a photographic proof for Chloe that he was indeed capable of taking proper care of her offspring, just like he'd promised her this morning right before she had hastened out of the house, but dismissed this idea as well. 'No time for that!' he thought. It would be much more effective when Trixie told her about that herself, anyway, he concluded and grabbed around her, picking her up.

They were almost out of the room when Trixie's voice piped up next to his ear. "Shoes!" she demanded, one of her arms tightly wrapped around his neck while she pointed with her other hand towards them.

Lucifer rolled his eyes and groaned in frustration. Not caring to put her back down, he simply took the first pair he could reach and rushed out of the room, down the stairs, and straight out of the house. He walked up to his car that stood in front of the detached garage and placed her into the passenger seat, carelessly letting the shoes drop down on the floor mat. Her small figure looked even tinier in the big seat, and when she glanced up at him through tired eyes, he frowned again. The weather still was warm, but Trixie was ill and he couldn't risk her getting even worse through the airflow. After all, she needed to be fit for the wedding in three days, or else Chloe would postpone the whole thing a second time. That was the last thing he wanted! "Stay put!" he ordered her and quickly turned around, rushing back inside the house. A moment later, he reemerged, armed with a big, fluffy blanket that he instantly wrapped around Trixie, so that only her head looked out of it, as he fastened the seatbelt around her. "You feeling warm?" he questioned to reassure himself, and smiled delightedly when she gave him an affirming nod. Scurrying to the driver's seat, he got behind the wheel, started the engine, and drove off.

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His worry for the small human increased when they stopped in front of the doctor's office and she was too weak to even unbuckle herself, let alone to get out of the car. 'She needs to see that doctor immediately,' Lucifer thought and decided to carry her. With the blanket tightly wrapped around her, he entered the building, hoping they could help her get better before Chloe would see her in this state and chop off his head.

After he'd signed her up at the enrolment, he walked into the waiting area, choosing a seat at the front, far away from the other little walking bacteria launchers that were playing in the back of the room. 'Why were they even here?' he asked himself and pursed his lips to thin lines. They obviously seemed alright if they had still enough energy to walk around, he thought and huffed lowly. The doctor definitely should treat the patients sorted by priority and not by arrival time, he silently concluded, and Trixie, she definitely had top priority.

One of those little parasites dared to walk up on them, and Lucifer demonstratively hugged Trixie closer to himself, narrowing his eyes at the little boy and making clear with a single stare that any physical contact was out of bounds. Luckily, the kid ran back to his mother without letting loose one of those piercing screams, and he relaxed again. Trixie was completely still in his arms. He glanced at her, seeing her eyes almost closed, and out of reflex, he started caressing her back and lightly swayed her back and forth. When he got aware of this highly unusual behaviour of his, he stopped abruptly and took a glance around the room to see if anyone had watched him. He gulped when he got aware that all of the other women's eyes were focused on him. But when he saw that they looked at him with rather longing and acknowledging expressions, he smiled smugly. If he'd known that having a child in his arms would impress the ladies in such a manner, he'd gotten himself one long since – a very silent and very immobile one, rented, of course.

As time passed, more and more of the other patients were called into the doctor's office, being replaced by new mums that had arrived with their sick children, and he bobbed his leg up and down, getting impatient. Suddenly, Trixie called him, her voice weak and barely above a whisper, "Lucifer?" He turned his head to her, getting sight of her pale face and this distinct expression that she also had had this morning, right before the first wave of her half-digested food went back up her throat. "Oh, no!" he cautioned her in panic and sprang up, hastily looking for something that could hold her fluids. Spotting a bin standing in the corner, he quickly grabbed for it and held it under Trixie's chin, just in time as she heaved and threw up another load, mostly bile, but also some remains of her cereals. He wrinkled his nose and stared into the opposite direction until she stopped making those noises. When she was done, he turned his sight back to her, holding the bin at an arm's length. "So much about your stomach is empty, huh?" he commented dryly, giving her a reproving look.

Trixie let her head drop back down on his shoulder in reply, and clasped her arm around his neck again before she mumbled ruefully, "It is now."

Feeling pity for her, Lucifer sent her an assuring smile and tightened his grip around her, leaning his cheek against her head in comfort. She still felt like a personalised heating pad, he noticed with concern. The bin he held outstretched got heavier, reminding him that he needed to get rid of it, and he looked around the room. Some of the mothers pointed towards the door to the restrooms, and he was about to head for it when a voice resounded behind him.

"Family Morningstar?" the doctor's assistant announced friendly.

He grinned from ear to ear and wheeled around. "That's us!" he stated with delight, flashed her a bright smile and thrust the bin into her hand as he rushed past her, disappearing inside the doctor's office.

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With Trixie in his arms and a prescription in his hand, Lucifer stepped into the pharmacy. He walked up to the counter to get in line when suddenly his phone vibrated. He rolled his eyes, mildly annoyed at the interruption, and handed Trixie the prescription sheet so he could switch her into his other arm to grab for the device. The corners of his lips instantly lifted when he saw the caller ID. Pressing the answer button, he held the mobile to his ear. "Yes, darling?" he purred into the receiver. Chloe's frantic voice resounded and he immediately assured her, "Don't worry! Your child is fine." His bright smile didn't cease in the slightest as he listened to her words and then answered her question. "Some form of the flu. I didn't quite listen to him any longer after he said that the worst should be gone within three days. So, your offspring won't disrupt our day," he explained, his voice turned into a delighted tone at the end.

Apparently, she didn't take that last sentence very well, as she reprimanded him through the speaker that her sick daughter was not a disruption. Lucifer groaned, briefly getting distracted by the line that moved forward. He closed up while he countered, smirking, "Of course, she's not an inconvenience, Chloe. That's not what I've said... I just-" She interrupted him. He rolled his eyes, groaning once more, and waited for some time to talk again. "Listen, can we discuss this when you're back from your trip?" Hearing that she wanted to come back immediately, he objected calmly, "You don't need to get home, dear. Just take your time and get everything ready. We two are perfectly fine." He sighed audibly at her reply, and then assured her, not without teasing, "Don't worry, darling. I won't set her on fire... I'll wait until you're back." He hastily pulled the phone away to not go deaf by her shouting. When she'd calmed down that much that he couldn't hear her through the speaker any longer, he addressed Trixie, ordering her in a friendly manner, "Please tell your mother, that you're not in any danger." He held the device against her, so she could talk.

"Hey, Mummy," Trixie spoke into the receiver, her exhaustion sounding through. "No. Lucifer is doing good," she answered her mother's question and let her head drop down onto his shoulder. Lucifer readjusted the position of the phone, so the little one could listen further to what Chloe had to say. Trixie nodded and confirmed straight-away, "I want him to take care of me." Waiting until her mum had digested that statement, she went on, "You don't need to come, now. I'm good!" Trixie wanted to say something else, but Lucifer placed the phone back against his own ear.

"See! She's perfectly fine, except for the flu," he reassured her once again, grinning smugly in victory. Chloe gave in, and his grin stretched even further. "I've got to hang up now, dear. We're next." Not waiting for her reply, he stated, "Bye, Chloe" into the speaker and put the phone to sleep. Stowing it away again, he looked up at the pharmacist, flashing him a polite smile, and grabbed the prescription out of Trixie's hand to give it to the middle-aged man.

"Thank you, Sir," the pharmacist replied politely when he took the little piece of paper and looked at it. "A moment, please," he announced and turned around, heading to the back of the store. Not two minutes later, he came back out with a bunch of medication in his hands, placing them on the counter. "Your doctor had prescribed quite a lot," he commented as he sorted the drugs so he could start explaining them to his customer.

"Indeed," Lucifer confirmed with a cheeky smile. "I didn't know what we had at home, and I need this little peach here to be fresh and juicy in a couple of days," he commented, pointing at the child in his arms.

The man nodded attentively. Then he grabbed the first item and explained, "This here is the ointment for her chest and back. This will help dissolve any mucus from her lungs."

As if on cue, Trixie started coughing. Lucifer grimaced, anything but delighted at getting a direct load of her bacteria. "At least cover your mouth, child," he demanded sternly and grabbed her hand, moving it in front of her face so she could cough into her palm instead of against his neck. Turning to the pharmacist in slight disgust, he questioned, "Do you have some sort of disinfectant at hand?" Reaching below the counter, the pharmacist retrieved a hand sanitiser and applied two loads onto Lucifer's offered hand. "Thanks," Lucifer replied and then took Trixie's hand between his both to clean it.

After the pharmacist had put the sanitiser back in its place and had his customer's attention again, he went on, holding a little package high, "This one is an oral solution that your daughter can take to ease off the feeling of sickness. Please apply this about ten to 20 minutes before every meal or, in an acute phase, you can also give it immediately to her."

Lucifer nodded, grinning a little awkwardly at the daughter-reference, but decided not to correct the man. After all, he soon would become some kind of dad for her; the cooler type at least. "Do you also have something to boost her energy? She hasn't eaten anything yet and she's very weak," he mentioned and stared at him in expectation.

The man nodded and placed some sugar drops onto the counter. "They should do the trick for now," he explained and offered one to Trixie. "But when you get home, I would recommend you to put her to bed so she can rest. Give her lots of fluids, preferably tea, and maybe some crackers for a start when she feels better with her stomach," he advised in a friendly manner.

Nodding his understanding once again, Lucifer turned his attention to Trixie, seeing her still holding the drop in her hand. "Do you want me to help you with that?" he questioned and the little girl shifted her head on his shoulder to look up at him. With a faint nod, she gestured her 'yes'. Lucifer took the drop out of her hand and unwrapped the foil. Then he placed the lump of sugar at her lips and waited until she'd opened them wide enough so he could push it inside. Soft sounds escaped from her mouth as she munched the little drop, and Lucifer sent her a pleased smile. "You're gonna feel better soon," he assured her and turned his attention back to the pharmacist. Glancing at the last type of medication on the counter, he pointed to them and asked curiously, "What are those for?"

"These are suppositories," the man informed him. "They are used to reduce the fever. Please give her one right after you've come home. Then one again tonight, and one more tomorrow morning. The fever should be gone by then, but if this isn't the case by tomorrow evening, then I'd recommend you to visit your doctor again."

Lucifer frowned at the huge shaped cones. "How is she supposed to take them?" he questioned and stared at the man, not missing a beat as he went on, "I mean, you've just seen she can barely eat such a tiny sugar drop. I highly doubt that she can swallow those?"

The pharmacist's both eyebrows disappeared in his hairline. He was surprised that Lucifer had no idea what suppositories were. Holding them high, he explained calmly, "Well, these are meant to be put into your behind." He saw Lucifer staring at him bewilderedly, and elucidated in more detail. "They need to be inserted in the rectum, so they can dissolve and exert their fever-reducing effects."

"What?" Lucifer cried out, appalled, and grimaced in horror. "What kind of torture technique is this to treat an already ill child?" he questioned and stared at the man in disbelief.

"I can assure you, Sir, this is not a torture technique," the man calmly replied and gave him an assuring nod. He put all the items into a little paper bag, added some more of the sugar drops, and then placed the bag in front of Lucifer. "That makes $35,69, Sir," he declared and smiled at him friendly.

"Very well," Lucifer grumbled and reached for his banknotes, taking two twenty dollar bills and handing them over. "Keep the change," he announced, grabbed the bag, and with a polite "goodbye" he left the shop.

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Trixie's little bedside table was piled with a huge pot of tea, a cup, already filled, and a plate with some crackers right next to the pharmaceutics. So far, everything went smooth. He'd already rubbed the ointment onto her back and chest to help her lungs. He'd fluffed up her pillows so she laid a bit more in an upright position and it was easier for her to drink. She'd taken a spoonful of that anti-sickness solution, and had a cool cloth on her forehead to lower her temperature. Why did people say that having a sick child was hard? Lucifer wondered. True, he couldn't do anything else except for sitting here and taking care of her, he admitted and tucked the blanket a little tighter around her. But she was silent, immobile, and besides the occasional coughing didn't really do much trouble.

"Hey, baby!" Chloe's soft voice suddenly resounded behind Lucifer and he wheeled his head around, raising his finger in caution to stop her from entering the room. "No! Don't!" he warned her and stood up to block her way. "Hey, baby to you, too," he purred, flashing her a smile, and leant into her, ready to kiss.

Chloe moved her head backwards, stared at him with narrowed eyes and put her fingers on his lips, gently but resolutely pushing him back. "I meant my daughter," she flatly pointed out and rolled her eyes in annoyance at his pleading look. "Fine!" she gave in, quickly pecked his lips, and added as she tried to get past him, "Now move, let me get to my child."

Lucifer blocked her way once again, determined to not let her through. "I'm sorry, Chloe, but the doctor has said that she's still infectious for the next three days, and I won't risk anything," he declared matter-of-factly and gave her a stern look.

"Lucifer, you can't keep me away from my child!" Chloe countered, sending him an equally serious glare.

"I can! And I will! I won't let our wedding get shifted a second time," he made clear and folded his arms in front of his chest, huffing to underline that he wasn't backing down.

Chloe took a deep breath, silently calming herself down to not explode in front of him. The day had been stressful enough already. Exhaling the air from her lungs, she tilted her head, pursed her lips, folded her arms as well, and gave him her non-verbal 'really?'

"Besides," Lucifer continued, slightly intimidated by her look and trying to get the discussion shifted towards a not so sore subject. "Shouldn't you still be at the fitting for your wedding dress?"

Shaking her head, she took another deep breath and let out a sigh, instantly feeling the exhaustion again at the reminder. "This was pure frustration!" she answered. "The dress didn't fit at all. Everything was too tight. They tried to fix the measures per hand for an hour, but after I got your calls, I didn't want to wait any longer. So, they took new measures from my body, and surprise, surprise, none of them matched to the previously taken ones. Don't know what they did wrong the first time, but now they finally have the correct numbers."

"I hope they don't charge their sloppy job!" Lucifer tossed in and grumbled lowly, "Should have demanded you to go to that tailor I've wanted. I bet, they wouldn't have gotten anything wrong."

Chloe groaned and leant against the door frame. Did he really need to start with that topic again? she asked herself and narrowed her eyes, simply out of annoyance. "Lucifer, I'm not wearing a 10,000 dollar dress just for two hours at one single day," she repeated the words she'd already spoken three months ago when they'd started to prepare for the wedding. Getting back to her current problem, she informed him calmly, "They promised me to have my dress ready by tomorrow. Therefore, I'll have to go back again, but my mum should arrive this evening, so she could take care of Trixie tomorrow." Sighing again, she relaxed her shoulders and smiled lightly as Lucifer gently caressed her arm in encouragement.

"Thirsty," Trixie's voice piped up from behind them and Lucifer quickly turned around, walked back to her, taking a seat on the edge of her bed, and grabbed the cup with cold tea from the bedside table, bringing it to her mouth while his other hand went to the back of her neck, lightly lifting her up to support her as she took a sip.

"Don't worry, Chloe," Lucifer assured her, waiting until Trixie had enough tea before he placed the cup aside again. He turned his attention back to his soon-to-be wife and went on, "All I need to do is get that fever down. She already managed to keep some crackers down and I'm sure, by tomorrow, she will run around again, chasing Marshal through the house." 'The only exercise this idle dog could do anyway,' he silently added, vexed. He'd paid a lot of money to get this so-called guard dog for their safety, but not even one month later, and Trixie had turned him into a cuddle toy.

"Didn't the doctor prescribe her something for the fever?" Chloe questioned concerned, bringing him out of his thoughts. She wanted to take a step into the room to have a better look at the medication that stood on the little night table, but at the tiniest movement of her foot, Lucifer sent her a sharp glare again. "Fine!" she gave in, huffing once. "I'll go and get something for her, then."

"There's no need to," Lucifer objected before she could turn around. He grabbed the medic's bag, retrieving the suppositories, and held them high. "The doctor prescribed her these monsters here. But under no circumstances will I put them into her!" he made clear and firmly shook his head.

Chloe suppressed the grin that wanted to settle down on her face. She leant back against the door frame, completely relaxed now. "Well, either you do it or I do it, but those will get into my daughter!" she challenged him and clarified, "I won't risk her health just because you're making a fuss about it!" Watching him attentively, she could almost literally see how the wheels in his head turned into an idea, and she quickly added before he could voice what was on his mind, "And I won't call Dan to do this, either!"

"Chloe!" Lucifer whined and hunched his shoulders.

All she did was staring at him mercilessly, shaking her head. "You want to play her nurse and don't want me to get near her! Now stop doing things by half," she ordered sternly.

"Chloe, this is for your own good!" he cried, feeling hard done by. "What if you pick up her flu and then get sick on Saturday? Do you really want to postpone this whole thing again? Don't you remember how stressed you were after your mother told you she couldn't make it in time and we had to cancel everything last minute? Do you really want that?" he ranted frustratedly.

"Alright, alright! You win!" she admitted defeat and sighed. "It's better I don't catch her flu, I know." When her thoughts spun further, her lips stretched into a smirk and she went on, "I mean, you can barely take care of my daughter, I highly doubt that you could survive when I am sick as well. Just think about it: You would have to carry me around and bring me tea. You would have to rub the ointment all over my body. And heaven forbids, I get a fever as well, you would have to insert those suppositories into me." She feigned agitation and vigorously shook her head. "No, no! You would completely freak out," she teased, turned around, and started to walk away.

The further she'd talked, the higher went his eyebrows, and when she was done, he jumped up from the bed, rushing after her with a wide, cheeky grin. Maybe it wasn't that bad if she caught the flu as well, it rushed through his head and his grin turned into a mischievous smile. Then he would be able to pamper her and touch her where and whenever he wanted... And he could let her do the nasty job now! Quickly grabbing her arm, he turned her back to him and started, "On a second thought, I've once read that the mother is the best medicine for her sick child, and I really don't want to keep you away from her." With that, he thrust the suppositories into her hand.

Chloe smiled at him, innerly doing a victory dance. "Thank you, honey," she replied, and pecked his lips, walking past him into her daughter's room. Placing the suppositories back on the bedside table, she gave Trixie a big kiss on her cheek and gently caressed her arm.

"Do you need me for anything?" Lucifer questioned, standing in the door frame and awaiting an answer, eager to go.

"No," Chloe replied casually, shaking her head as she looked at him. He quickly left and she turned her attention back to her child. "How are you feeling, monkey?" she questioned softly.

Trixie only shrugged her shoulders, glancing at her mother with tired eyes. "I'm hungry."

Chloe smiled, relieved, hunger always was a good sign. She grabbed a cracker from the plate and held it towards her. When her child opened her mouth, expecting to get fed, she chuckled with delight and tilted her head to the side, countering, "I'm pretty sure, you can eat on your own."

Trixie huffed at her mother, grumbling something inaudible, and pushed herself into a more sitting position, grabbing for the cracker. "Lucifer is a much better nurse than you are," she complained and bit into it.

Chloe tilted her head to the other side, removed the cloth from her forehead, and gently placed her hand against it, feeling her temperature. "That's only because he doesn't know all your tricks yet," she replied caringly and ran her fingers through her child's hair. Watching her until she'd finished her cracker, Chloe questioned curiously, "Did you make him carry you around?"

"All the time," Trixie confirmed and flashed her mother a sneaky smile. "I also made him dress me, and sent him to get me a cold cloth, and then for tea, and then for the crackers," she listed and leant over to grab the second one. "I'm pretty sure I could've made him get me a TV in here, but then you had to show up," she ended, not without sending her mother a reproachful stare.

"Could you at least wait until after the wedding before you make him your personal concierge?" Chloe asked her pleadingly.

Trixie looked at her, sceptically, and countered, "What's in there for me?"

Chloe shook her head at her daughter. "Lucifer already had too much influence on you, young lady," she commented, half in worry and half with pride.

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The sun had barely risen above the horizon when Chloe was hunching over the toilet, throwing up the content of her stomach. Lucifer soothingly ran his hand across her back, holding her hair with his other, so they wouldn't fall in her way. "See! I told you, you'll catch that flu!" he reprimanded her, completely worried. As she heaved up another load, he sighed, feeling sympathy for her. "Now we have to shift the wedding again," he grumbled and took a deep breath.

"I don't think so," Chloe countered before another load from her stomach forced itself into the toilet. "I don't feel any other symptoms."

"Just wait. Your child also started with vomiting before the coughing began," he told her and grabbed for the wet washing cloth, wiping her face clean as she leant back against him.

Chloe shook her head, completely exhausted from the ordeal. "That's not what I meant, Lucifer," she contradicted. Letting him help her get up, she took a seat on the chair while he reached for a glass from the washbasin, filled it halfway with water, and handed it over to her. Thanking him, she took a large sip to rinse her mouth. "Normally I don't throw up when I get the flu," she informed him. "Actually, I've never thrown up before... Not since-" she stopped abruptly, her eyes getting wide as she made the mental conclusion. "Oh, no!" she suddenly groaned and buried her face in her free hand.

"What is it?" Lucifer questioned, perplexed, and quickly took the glass from her, fearing she would let it drop otherwise.

"Get me a pregnancy test," Chloe answered straightforwardly.

"What?" He stared at her, flabbergasted. "Chloe, don't be silly. You can't be pregnant!" he contradicted decidedly.

Chloe glared at him reproachfully as his words from back then went right back into her head, how insistently he had told her that this could never happen. "We never used any protection!" she replied and narrowed her eyes in frustration.

"No, Chloe! This is literally impossible!" he countered, vigorously shaking his head. "I can't impregnate you. I'm the devil! And you're human."

"Yeah?" she retorted sardonically, "the same way you can't bleed and the same way you don't get drugged by my fluids?"

"That's something completely different!" he objected, but slowly doubt spread out inside of him. After all, this with her was nothing he'd ever experienced before. Maybe... he hastily shook his head to get rid of that absurd thought.

"No, Lucifer," Chloe objected sternly and sighed, angry with herself that she hadn't spent one single thought on that possibility before. "What if the same power that makes you vulnerable in my presence and lets you get so affected by me, can also make that you..." she trailed off, letting him fill in the rest for himself.

Again, Lucifer shook his head, but slowly his certainty got replaced by fear.

"Go and get me a pregnancy test," Chloe repeated and stared at him with determination.

Lucifer sighed, admitting defeat, and turned around, leaving the room.

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Lucifer stood on the large balcony, nervously pacing back and forth while he waited for the test results. As soon as he'd come back, loaded with several different pregnancy tests, and had handed them over to her, Chloe had shoved him out of the bathroom. Now, he had nothing else to do than to wait for her sign, being completely left alone with his haunting thoughts. She couldn't be pregnant! This couldn't be! This was impossible!

With dark, glaring eyes, he stared straight towards heaven, growling in anger, hiding his worry. "I swear, Dad, if you had a hand in this, I will..." he trailed off and lowered his head again. The panic, once again, gripped his body, making his fingers tremble.

He glanced over to the bathroom window to take a look at her. She stood in front of the washbasin from what he could make out, looking down at something with full concentration. There had already been enough time for her to take one test, he was sure. Maybe the test didn't work? Maybe she took another one... or two, just to be sure. Maybe even all of them. Feeling the nervousness spreading out inside of him, he turned his head back to the railing, gazing at the sight of their neighbourhood and the skyscrapers of Downtown L.A. in the background. This couldn't be! he told himself once more. She couldn't be pregnant! She couldn't carry a baby inside of her. His baby. He wasn't prepared for this. He wasn't prepared for anything like this.

"LUCIFER!"

Her blaring voice suddenly resounded from behind, and he jumped in fright, hunching his shoulders in reflex. Then he stared skywards with wide open eyes, shaking his head, as he cried in panic, "Dad! Please, don't!"

A/N: This is the end of the sequel. No, there won't be another one, sorry for that. I hope you enjoyed this little story. Please leave a comment and tell me what you think.

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