A/N: Thank you all for reading, reviewing, favoriting, and alerting! Couple translations in this chapter. They'll be at the bottom and I used google so there's only a small chance they're right.

Chloe wanted a piece of pizza. Now. The craving had come from nowhere and hit her so hard she had sped across the city to the one restaurant that made it with the special sauce she loved and ran inside leaving a perplexed Lucifer trailing behind her.

"Really?" he asked flatly, eyes trailing over the aging interior of the building before lighting up. "Oh, Cannoli." Leaving her side he went to the glass case and pointed excitedly at the empty shells, the prefilled ones were always soggy, but the good ones were filled upon request. Glancing over he saw Chloe had already inhaled a piece of pizza and was starting on her second, impressive considering he hadn't even paid for his dessert and coffee yet. Handing the woman behind the counter a hundred he told her to keep the change, he didn't like small bills, and joined the detective at the table.

"You can slow down, no one's going to take it from you," he grinned. It was then he noticed that this seemingly ordinary pizza was drizzled with chocolate sauce and he shook his head in disgust, at least this was better that when he watched her eat a frozen waffle dipped in ketchup. Taking a bite of his cannolo he hummed in appreciation. "Divine, and that's quite the compliment coming from me."

Chloe ate the entire damn pizza and Lucifer never said a single word, he was learning, finally. The Devil just sat contently after finishing his dessert and sipped on a cup of coffee that the old woman behind the counter had poured a significant amount of Baileys into without even asking if it was all right. He rather liked this establishment he decided.

The old woman that had been wandering about came over and stood next to them, her stature so small that she was almost eye level with Lucifer even though he was seated. She smiled brightly at the pair and pointed to Lucifer's cup. "Buono sì?"

He grinned wickedly. "Very."

"What, the coffee?" Chloe asked, oblivious to how much alcohol was actually in the cup. "And you speak Italian? Why am I asking of course you'd speak Italian." Looking at the woman she smiled, "The pizza was delicious."

"Grazie," the woman replied before looking back to Lucifer. "Lei non parla italiano?"

"Not a lick."

The woman nodded and stared at Chloe before asking in broken English. "How far along?"

Lucifer's brows knitted together, how had she known? She looked human enough but he still watched the interaction carefully.

"Sixteen weeks," she answered easily, knowing that most older women just knew these things. Maybe it came with menopause, sort of like multi-tasking came with motherhood.

The woman pointed to Lucifer. "Papà?" At her nod she grinned and elbowed Chloe. "Bello."

Lucifer chuckled and at the detective's confused expression he offered, "Handsome."

"Great, another member of your fan club," she laughed and stood. "I have to use the restroom, we'll head out when I'm done."

He mock saluted, "Yes ma'am."

The woman watched Chloe walk away and patted Lucifer on the shoulder, squeezing it and looking down with dark knowing eyes almost lost among the deep wrinkles on her tan skin. "Anche lei ti ama."

Lucifer almost choked on his sip and the woman cradled his cheek with her small hand, Lucifer too stunned to pull away. "Anche il diavolo merita di essere amato."

Lucifer jerked back wearily but the woman just turned and walked back behind the counter with not a care in the world.

"You ok?" Chloe asked when she reappeared.

He nodded, still staring at the woman who was happily munching on a biscotti. "Fine." With a shake of his head he placed his hand on Chloe's lower back and led her outside, wondering how the woman knew and if she was right.

Wait. Too?

He didn't love the detective, love was an emotion and he didn't deal in those. The feelings that filled him when around her and when away weren't love and longing they were- well they were- something else. Yes, something else entirely. In infatuation, a pull simply because of her amazing figure and light eyes.

Or not.

Perhaps it was time to pay Linda a visit.

Linda sighed contently, stretching out her sore muscles and slipping her glasses back on after grabbing them from the table next to the couch. "What's on your mind? You were a million miles away today and I haven't seen you for the past two months."

Lucifer placed his arms behind his head and propped up one of his legs, shivering at the feeling of Linda lazily dragging a fingernail down the lines of his stomach. "Chloe's pregnant."

Her brows shot up, "That was unexpected. How did that make you feel when she told you? I'm assuming it was she that told you."

"I found it quite humorous at first because I didn't even consider the possibility of it being truth," he replied.

She scooted away and tucked the sheet more securely around herself. "I imagine that must have been difficult to accept. Do you feel like you're losing her as a friend? Or a Partner?"

He let out a slow breath through his nose. "No, not at the moment though I do fear in the future it'll affect everything."

"How did it feel when you found out she was back together with her husband?" she prodded.

Lucifer frowned heavily and turned his head to look directly at her. "What? She's not back with the douche. They're seperated."

Now it was Linda's turn to look confused though she quickly hid it. "So a new person then, well-"

"No. Me."

Dr. Martin froze. "What?" she all but growled. "Are you telling me you and Chloe are having a child together and you just came in here and had sex without even thinking to mention that you and she are together? Have I taught you nothing?"

He shook his head. "We're not together. It was a one time thing, well two time, but she's made it very clear she doesn't want to be with me."

This revelation didn't exactly make her feel much better but at least he hadn't cheated on someone with her. The sleeping together needed to end, Lucifer had just proven how blatantly ignorant he was to how relationships and sex should work. Pushing away her own feelings of disgust at her lack of professionalism she focused on her patient who looked lost. "Did it make you feel angry or hurt to hear that?"

"Both," he replied.

She needed to be dressed for this. Finding her clothes she began to put them back on, Lucifer doing the same "Describe Chloe for me in your own words."

He slipped his pants up over his boxers and smiled, not a grin or a smirk, but a smile. "Beautiful. Sharp. Infuriating. Confusing. Humorous."

"Do you trust her?" she asked from by the desk, listening closely to his answer. The man had trust issues, deeply ingrained in him, but if he was trusting Chloe there was a very good chance she could show him that he could trust other people. There was also the other thing that may be connected to that trust.

This answer took longer and he let out a confused. "Perhaps?" Only a moment later he nodded. "I do. Yes I trust the Detective."

"Lucifer do you love Chloe?"

It was expected for him to scoff and fight the point but instead he said the saddest thing she had ever heard. "What is it with humans and love? It's a terrible emotion used to manipulate people and cause pain. It makes you weak and vulnerable and allows others to have control over you."

They needed to get to the bottom of his issues, had his family damaged him that badly? "You've stated that your relationship with your father wasn't ideal for you. How are you taking the fact that eventually you'll be a father?"

He began to button his shirt and she could tell just from the tension that appeared in his shoulders this conversation was going to go down hill fast. "Well I turned out to be the Devil so I can only imagine what joyous things this one will do under my care. The world is it's oyster, perhaps it'll destroy it." He laughed to himself, "My father disowned me because I hated his other children and my child could possibly destroy him. Poetic really. Looks like I may get my revenge after all."

Standing and straightening her blouse and skirt she opened the blinds. "You see yourself as such a villain but I don't believe you are. I see a good man that's trying to do the right thing and even if you disagree why not break the cycle? Be a better father than yours was. Plus you'll have Chloe's help." She frowned. "We've never talked about your mother, how was she as a parent? Or siblings, how did they affect your upbringing."

Lucifer stilled completely, eyes trained on the floor, and jaw ticking. It was more than a few seconds before he moved again, this time for the door. "My mother's locked in the darkest depths of Hell for all eternity and my brother tried to kill me if that answers your questions."

His mother was incarcerated and his brother either was or needed to be. What had happened to his family? "Don't go," she pleaded, needing to ask one final question before he bolted. "You said you and Chloe aren't together. Do you want to be there for the baby?"

He paused and turned a little, still hovering next to the exit. "I believe so, yes."

"This is going to be a drastic change for you then. I'd like to start seeing you once a week."

With a cocky purr he opened the door, looking her up and down. "I bet you would."

Drew was starting to bother him. The little prat didn't seem to understand the concept of 'Don't bother me for any reason'. Everyone else gave him a wide berth, except Maze of course, because they knew he didn't like to be touched and he didn't like to be interrupted regardless of what he was doing. Yet here was this human touching his shoulder and telling him there was a phone call for him. He could rip the limb off, but then he'd have to hire another and it was so hard to find even remotely good help these days. With a sigh Lucifer turned and looked down at the lad, barely twenty-five and pointed to the appendage. "If you touch me again I will rip off your hand and use it as a door knocker. Do you understand?"

Drew laughed and removed his hand. "You're funny Mr. M."

"Drew? Child? If you value your life you will never call me anything except sir ever again." Not waiting for a reply since he was quite sure he would murder him because of it he walked to the phone and picked it up. "Hello?"

"Hey."

Lucifer unwillingly smiled at the chipper voice. "Detective. Is everything all right?"

"Yeah," she replied. "I was just wondering what you were doing."

"Well I'm at Lux, obviously." Grabbing Maze when she walked by he nodded towards the main floor. "Maze kill Drew for me love."

"What was that?" Chloe asked.

Taking the phone to the corner where it was slightly quieter he laughed nervously, "Nothing at all. Is there a reason for this call?"

"No. I just wanted to talk."

"Right," he sighed and dropped down onto a couch after nudging a patron away. People tended to move for the owner. "Isn't your offspring there this evening?"

"Yeah but she's in bed, it's after ten."

He had no idea what those two things had to do with each other but he didn't ask. "We'll I'm sitting in a club filled with hundreds of people on my fifth glass of whisky and sitting in the corner talking on the phone, what are you up to?"

"Nothing."

Unable to stop himself he hit the phone against his forehead a couple times before tightly replying, "That's wonderful."

"I felt the baby move. First time."

Suddenly him missing out on all the fun around him didn't seem so important and he quickly set his glass down and stuck his finger in his other ear to hear her better. "You felt it move? Was it not happening before?"

It was easy to forget how lost he was with all this. "It was but I couldn't feel it because the baby was so small. The baby's the size of an avocado now."

"Why would anyone use food to measure the size of an infant? That sounds terribly off color for a species that eats animal skin for pleasure," he argued.

She sighed. "Anyway. I can feel it, I forgot how amazing it was to feel a life inside of you."

It was quiet and Lucifer didn't feel like he needed to break it, or hang up because of lack of conversation. Instead he waited to hear what else she would say.

"Boy or girl? What do you want?"

He hadn't even thought about that. "Does it matter? It's not like you can choose. You can't choose right?"

"Right," she laughed. "I don't mind either way, Trixie's been a blast but a boy would be something new."

"It'll be a boy," he said with a hint of finality.

She was smiling, you could tell by her tone. "We'll see." A yawn fell over the line. "I'm getting tired. I guess I'll go try to brush my teeth without gagging and go to bed."

"Gagging?" he laughed. "What are you doing with it?"

"Don't! My gag reflex is super sensitive for some reason. Every time I try to brush my teeth I gag."

"So I guess blow jobs are out of the question," he asked, half-serious.

"You're so gross."

He hung up after she did and picked his drink back up. In his five years on earth he had never spoken on the phone just to talk, there was always a purpose. It was strange just rambling into an object and the more he thought about it the more he realized, it was ridiculous and he never wanted to do it again.

Standing he climbed over the back of the couch and walked back to the bar to see Maze terrorizing Drew in the corner. "Maze! Change of plans, let him live."

"What, why?" she growled in irritation.

He shrugged, "Changed my mind."

Anche lei ti ama - She loves you too

Anche il diavolo merita di essere amato - Even the Devil deserves to be loved