A/N: Thank you all for reading, reviewing, favoriting, and alerting! I'd like to get this story wrapped up before Lucifer Season 2 premiers so I'll most likely be posting a chapter a day. As always your reviews keep me going, so thank you. Soft M for this chapter.
Chloe made her way through the large empty space to the lift inside Lux and pressed the shiny number '5' button. In the elevator she tapped her foot and hummed along to the song stuck in her head, even throwing in a little air guitar for good measure.
There was a case, which meant someone had died, and she really shouldn't be this happy but her emotions were all over the damn place so she may as well just roll with them. She stepped off the lift and paused at the red bra hanging precariously off the bar. With a sigh she finished her approach and crossed her arms once beside the bed. Clothes everywhere, sheets barely preserving modesty, and three naked pe- wait four. There was one on the floor.
Her eyes trailed over the man in the middle's lean frame and smooth skin, five o'clock shadow and curling hair. She could totally have this. Why didn't she want this? Oh yes, because he can talk.
Placing two fingers in her mouth she whistled loudly, everyone jerking awake including Lucifer who groaned at the sight of a chipper Chloe Decker and pulled a pillow over his head.
"Who are you?" the tall brunette on his left spat.
The detective smiled brightly. "Me? Oh I'm the baby mama. Yeah, I sure hope you didn't fall for the immortal line like I did."
The girl's face dropped and Lucifer very slowly lifted the pillow to see three sets of furious eyes and one filled with mischief focused on him. "So this isn't a nightmare, it's really happening. Wonderful," he groaned.
Everyone stormed from the room, hurling insults and pillows until it was just Chloe who happily hopped up on the bed and smirked down on him after tearing open every curtain. "Good morning sleepy head. We have a dead body to go see."
"How are you so happy? It's not even eight," he moaned pitifully, closing his eyes and just lying there. His eyes popped open and he sighed a minute later. "All right, a quick shower then we're off."
She politely averted her gaze since he had no modesty issues what so ever and climbed from the bed without reservations. As the sound of his footsteps retreating she spread her fingers and peeked at his backside, her smirk growing.
With him in the shower she moseyed to the living room and pressed a few keys on the piano as she walked by, hands drifting over everything. This place would be terrible for a baby, all glass and sharp edges. It was a bachelor pad and something inside her twisted at the fact it would probably remain this way.
"Oh, you're here."
Chloe turned to see Maze standing with arms crossed by the library stairs. "Yup. Me."
It was always uncomfortable around the bartender, the woman seemingly hating her for absolutely no reason. She tried to push down the awkwardness and keep investigating the space but the hairs on the back of her neck stood up and she spun around to see the leather clad woman mere inches away.
She expected a punch or a slap but instead she got sniffed. Again. Jesus these people were weird.
"Huh. So you're really carrying baby Morningstar," she stated and grinned. "Good luck with that, you better hope it doesn't take after daddy."
Chloe couldn't help but laugh. "Yeah." She wasn't sure what was happening but Maze seemed to almost like her. Maybe it went with the whole smelling thing and since she now smelt like Maze's master she was considered trustworthy. Except they were people and not animals and that was ludicrous. Whatever worked though.
"You're now under my protection, if you need anything I'll be there."
Why yes, it can get weirder.
Lucifer appeared from the hall buttoning up his shirt and smoking a cigarette and when Chloe looked back Maze was gone. Shaking her head she motioned to his lips. "You're not supposed to smoke around pregnant women."
"I'm not," he argued. "Just stay over there. Not to mention I've never smoked around you, I know you detest it."
That was true, he always had been polite in that manner. He was almost ready to go and after snuffing out his cigarette he walked to the lift and waited for her to join him. The doors closed with two relaxed faces, they opened to panicked ones.
"I'm going to be sick," Chloe gagged and burst out and down the steps.
"It's not my fault!" Lucifer shouted down to her as she heaved into the trashcan behind the bar. "You've never complained before."
Done retching Chloe grabbed a few napkins and a bottle of water and cleaned her lips off. "It never bothered me that badly before. That was gross. You can't smoke anymore."
He actually had the gall to look offended. "I'm not having the baby!"
Swishing out her mouth and spitting the water into the trashcan, sorry Maze, she shrugged. "It's me or the cigarettes because you're not getting in the car smelling like an ashtray."
"I don't sm- you know what? Fine," he grumbled and trotted back up the steps.
Finally feeling better she walked outside and breathed in the air, coughing at the inversion and climbed in the car, turning the air conditioning on full blast. It wasn't so much a pregnancy glow on her skin but a pregnancy sweat.
The door swung open and Lucifer climbed inside, dressed in a fresh suit and maroon shirt. "We're not in Hell, why is it so bloody cold in here?" He reached to turn it down but recoiled when the driver hissed, "Touch it and you lose a hand."
A couple miles down the road Chloe happily dug her hand into a bag and popped a treat into her mouth, nodding her head to the music while her disgruntled passenger pouted and shivered. "Oh come on, it's not that cold and you can still smoke at night and when you're not with me. Here have a pork rind."
Lucifer tilted his head. "A what? What vileness are you eating now?" He grabbed the bag and read the ingredients before frowning in disgust. "What is wrong with you humans? This is the skin of a pig! Literally the skin that's been deep fried and puffed, whatever that is. How do you puff something besides a blunt? The whole thing is barbaric!"
"No," Chloe argued and jerked the bag from his grip to get another one. "It's delicious."
This woman was insane. "So nicotine is out of the question but eating the skin off an animal isn't? What's next, hooves?"
"No!" Chloe spat and swallowed her bite, eyes welling with tears as her throat tightened. "Are you calling me fat?"
At first Lucifer couldn't tell if she was serious of not, how did she get fat out of hooves? Then the tears came and he realized that he had unwillingly upset the beast. Damage control. "You're very petite, you could never be fat."
"Oh so now I'm a midget?"
Reaching defcon one. Abort. Abort. His mouth could only open and close as he tried to figure out how she was getting these things from what he was saying. She was quickly growing hysterical and if he didn't do something posthaste she was going to wreck the car.
"You're the most beautiful thing I've ever had the privilege to lay eyes upon. A shining star amongst the blackest sky, a goddess amid mere mortals."
Chloe looked over and smiled, "You're so sweet," before stuffing another pork rind in her mouth.
Eight weeks down, thirty-two more to go.
It was time to have an adult conversation so Chloe invited Lucifer over for dinner and they sat and ate comfortably, just the two of them. She still hadn't told anyone, unsure exactly what to say to her husband and daughter. Before speaking to them she wanted to make sure she and Lucifer were on the same page because she seemed to be in the ballpark and he was about three states over wearing an tinfoil hat. "We need to talk about the baby."
"All right," he agreed easily and wiped his mouth with a napkin.
Steeling herself for whatever his answers may be she began. "Do you want to be a part of this baby's life? Do you want to help raise it and split custody?"
Based off his expression perhaps that wasn't the best opener.
"You can say no, I won't go after you for child support or-"
Lucifer seemed to be drowning as he simply stared, all higher brain function temporarily shut down. Needing to speak he cleared his throat uncomfortably and stood, unable to sit still and have this conversation. "I don't know what I want, I've never done this before."
She nodded, "Fair enough. I just need to know if you're going to be there next to me or not because I'm going to have to tell Trix and Dan at some point."
"I'll always be next to you," he instantly replied, conviction in his voice.
And there was one of those little moments where he was sweet and romantic and not an asshole.
Nervously she licked her lips, needing to make sure she was understanding him correctly. "So then you're with me on this?"
He chuckled, "Well it is mine." Sobering he broke eye contact, "I've been reading, to better assist you. Not a lot because you humans go into entirely too much detail with things and I'd like to have sex without picturing all of that."
Sex.
Hot damn she was horny.
She knew changes in libido were a possibility but she had only had a decrease while carrying Trixie, this was hitting her full force and refusing to be ignored. Her brain was telling her to hide it, to get Lucifer out the door and take care of it herself but her hormones were screaming at her to not waste a perfectly good man standing in front of her.
"Are you all right? You look flushed," he asked, head tilting. If he had to guess he'd even say she was, "You're horny! Look at you, you can't even sit still!"
Her cheeks burned with embarrassment as she dropped her head into her hands. "Lucifer just go home."
"Is that what you really want?" he murmured from behind her, stubble tickling her skin as his lips brushed over her ear.
Why did this man have to be so obscenely handsome, smooth when he wanted to be, and smell so deliciously good?
"No," she whispered and that was that. She was swept up and wrapped around him and somehow they ended up on the couch with his face nuzzling her thighs and her hands buried in his thick hair. It felt so good, waves of pleasure rolling through her as she moaned and keened, bucked and cried. Everything was so sensitive, every orgasm better than the last, every lick and touch sending her crashing over the edge. How could she have said never again to this? His tongue was made for pleasure, as were other parts, and she wanted them all.
"Want you," she panted. "Now."
He never hesitated. Wiping his face with his sleeve he unbuckled his pants and slid down the zipper before easing into her, placing hot wet kisses down her neck as he continued to press in. When their hips met he stilled and lifted his head to look down at the woman underneath him, flushed and wide-eyed she already looked wrecked.
Ever so slowly he began to move, in and out in smooth long strokes, holding her gaze the entire time. Dropping his head he kissed her, softly at first before both their want became too much. He increased his pace, pulling her legs around his back and kissed her harder, tongue sliding against hers. Dropping his hand between them and with a few well placed touches he heard her cry out, his mouth smothering the sound as she trembled around him, arms wrapped around his soft shirt to hold him close. Perfect didn't even begin to cover what Chloe Decker was when she was underneath him, this woman could have told him to rip his beating heart right out of his own chest and he would have at this moment.
He was still chasing his own release and increased his movements, dropping his head to her collar bone and when she ran her tongue along the very back of his ear he was done. With an almost sob of pleasure he came, pulsing inside her sensitive walls, claiming her inside and out.
She held him close as he tensed and slowed his movements, cradled his head against her shoulder and pressed a kiss to his forehead, smiling at the contentment she felt, the pleasant numbness. Only the sound of harsh breathing filled the room, neither wanting to move from their positions.
Something inside him clicked once he came down from his high, the realization that this woman was his as was the baby she was carrying. It was his job to keep them safe and happy at all costs. This hadn't been just sex to him but he didn't know what to name it, it was something deeper and more meaningful.
Chloe sighed serenely when he placed feather light kisses behind her ear and across her jaw before finishing on her lips. Swallowing he pushed a piece of hair behind her ear and grinned nervously. "I want this. All of it. All of you."
"I don't know if this is the right time for us to try to make it work," she sadly whispered. "It's going to be stressful enough with the baby." She could see him closing off before her very eyes, face apathetic and black eyes filling with anger.
He removed himself from the couch and fixed his clothing, not once looking to Chloe. "Well I'm returning to Lux, if you need something call. Money, sex, someone to berate, anything at all," he sarcastically sassed and after grabbing his keys he was gone.
Replaying everything she could see how she was sending mixed signals and she hadn't meant to. She did want him beside her but it was a scary prospect, he didn't really come across as dating material. Or father yet here they were. His thoughts and emotions hadn't really been considered; she had been focusing on her own. Apparently he was feeling used and hurt and she hated that she was the one that hurt him. Plus the man had more daddy issues than anyone she had ever met and he had to of seen this as a rejection, something he obviously didn't deal with seeing as he never opened himself up to anyone, refused to put himself in a vulnerable position. Yet he had tonight and she had replied in the worst way, not even giving him a proper reason why.
She tried to call Lux but everyone just kept telling her he was unavailable and that was how it remained for the next two weeks.