Author Notes: Thank you all for such wonderful reviews! Tried to give you guys a longer chapter this time around.

Gabriel had dreaded seeing Lucifer again. Lucifer, the Morningstar, the one who had shined brighter than any of them and who through his own hubris had been separated from them. They still felt his betrayal and his absence acutely. But Gabriel was the Lord's messenger and would do his duty. Now, facing Lucifer for the first time in millennia the sight was not exactly what Gabriel had expected. Lucifer looked positively disheveled and, now that the message had been delivered, shocked.

"What the hell do you mean it's my kid? You know that is impossible."

"And you, brother, could not have forgotten I only speak the Lord's truth. It is how I was created and will always be. You are the child's father."

Lucifer stared at him, clearly trying to work something out. Finally he spoke, "Let's see if I can puzzle this out, shall we? For me to get anyone pregnant I would have to decide to get them pregnant. Correct?"

Gabriel remained silent. Lucifer continued, "Or, the Lord made it so." He said the last part with as much sarcasm as he could muster. Lucifer thought about throwing the glass he was holding but decided against it, he had wasted to much good liquor tonight. "How fucking perfect. I try to escape dear old dad's obsessive compulsive control and he finds the one way have me by the short hairs." He spoke calmly, it was hitting him slowly, he was the father of Chloe's child.

"So," he said, trying to put some strength back in his voice, "I assume the old man has some purpose for my offspring."

"I do not know our Father's mind. No one does."

"Ah, that's right. You are just the parrot. Never asking questions, just repeating whatever sounds you hear." As Lucifer verbally attacked his brother unwanted memories came to him. Parrot had been his affectionate brotherly insult he used with Gabriel before he had been tossed out of heaven. No matter what you were angle or human, his father gave all of his creation a flaw. Gabriel's was gossip. But, that probably made him a good fit for his job Lucifer thought.

"Luci, the child is yours. Chloe will need your help."

"Oh! I see! Daddy dearest must have a plan for my brat if he's letting you say that much. And what if I refuse? What if I don't want a damn thing to do with it?"

"Then your child will never come to be."

Bloody hell. Of course. Who could blame Chloe? Pregnant, alone, already raising one kid, living with her mother, a dangerous and demanding job, probably debts up to her elbows and a fetus that was half other-worldly being. She was probably losing her mind right now picture a cloven hoofed winged beast with horns and a tail. He was a cornered. Damn, he thought, I hate this. I hate all of this. His thoughts were interrupted by Gabriel speaking again.

"Make your choice soon brother. There is not much time."

"Why can't any of you wankers just leave me alone? Every bloody time I free myself why do I get dragged right back in?"

"Our father effects everything Lucifer. You know that. You also know that each being is free to choose any path before them." Gabriel look him directly in the eye. "You much choose brother." And with a flash of light Gabriel was gone. Lucifer was alone again.

He mulled over the conversation with Gabriel. He did not like children, if he chose to just stay as he was right now everything could remain just as it was. Except Chloe. She was hurting right now, because of him. And he cared. He cared so damn much that she was in pain right now because he had made an arse of himself. He look at his watch 4:00am. She had probably cried herself to sleep by now. Still, no time like the present to start groveling. Standing he began hunting of the cell phone Chloe had made him buy. She said it was in case of emergencies since they were partners now and he helped on so many cases she had to be able to get in contact with him. It took 10 minutes of digging through the chaos around him before he found it.

Staring at the bright blue screen he had only felt a few times in his entire existence, dread. He began calling her.

Chloe had cried herself. But it was like her body refused to rest. She woke up at 5:23am and could not get back to sleep. She felt exhausted at every level. Getting out of bed felt like a task equal to climbing Everest. After ten minutes of staring at her ceiling she reach over to her night stand and grab her phone. She sat up very fast when she saw 18 Missed Calls flashing. Crap, she thought, probably a case.

But when she went into her missed call log she was even more surprised. All of them were from Lucifer. Then she heard sounds coming from her kitchen. Oh HELL no she thought as she scrambled out of her bed. Racing down the stairs she came to a sudden halt at the doorway to the kitchen. Lucifer was in her kitchen. Lucifer was in her kitchen and washing dishes.

His back was too, standing at her sink, washing her fucking dishes. I've lost it, she thought to herself. This must be a hallucination. Then he turned and looked at her. The first thing she noticed was that he wasn't smiling.

"Good morning." She heard him say, he wasn't meeting her eye. Instead, it seemed her floor had become the most interesting thing on earth to him. Her initial shock her she managed to speak.

"What are you doing here?"

"Well, first I folded the laundry. Then I noticed these dishes so-"

"Lucifer! Stop! Why are you here?" She was almost shouting but it seemed to work. He meet her eye.

"Gabriel came to see me."

"What?"

"Gabriel, you know, Archangel, personal postal service for my father."

If Chloe wasn't emotionally drained she probably would have laughed. But she had known Lucifer long enough now that she knew he was telling the truth.

"It seems," he continued and looking very uncomfortable, "That my dear old dad decided that he wanted a grandchild."

"Are you telling me," Chloe said slowly, "That your father…he's the who got me…"

"NO!" Lucifer was almost leaped at her. "No, here sit down I will explain everything." to tired to fight, Chloe complied.

She listen as Lucifer talked. He couldn't get someone pregnant unless he decided to. But his father had decided to intervene. He had told her the general information from his visit form Gabriel, and how after that he had made his way over here to see her.

"I didn't want to wake you and it was too early to start breakfast so I tidied up a bit." He said this with a little more of his usual bravado than he had used the whole time he had been there.

"So, that's it then? You think washing some dishes will make everything better?"

"Absolutely not!" He was sounding more like himself, his smirk was back on his face. "I assure you I have something much more grand planned but it will take a few hours to be ready. Until it's ready let's discuss names."

"Names? What? Wait wait wait!" She stood up and began pacing.

"You insult me, insinuate I'm promiscuous, throw me out of you house, look at me with literal hell fire in your eyes and you just expect me to STILL have this baby with you? Are you insane?"

"Chloe, did you think after I found out I was, indeed the father of our child I would be a dead-beat dad? A few centuries ago I made a special pit for them where-"

"Lucifer." She growled out.

"Yes, staying on point as always my dear detective. And to answer your question, yes I hope to raise this child with you." His tone was matter of fact.

"What, exactly will this child be? The heir to the Hell? No, I won't do that."

"Chloe, while I cannot say for sure what plan my father has, I can assure you that if Gabriel is involved it won't be horrid fate you are imagining."

"And how do you know that?"

"Think about. When was the last time my father got involved in a paternity question? What do you think of Orcus?"