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"Two please."

Lucifer looked around the small restaurant wondering why on earth they had to come here of all places. It was a small restaurant, well more like hovel, on the east side of town and even though the food must be good with this long a wait the ambiance was seriously lacking. Not to mention it was packed with hardly anywhere to stand or sit and people kept inadvertently touching him. Filthy mortals.

Chloe looked around and sighed at all the taken seats and thought of her poor swollen ankles. She used Lucifer as a battering ram and pushed him in front of her through the crowd and off to the side, him grumbling the entire time about germs and unkempt humans. Finally somewhat out of the way she sighed again, hopefully the wait wouldn't be the entire thirty minutes because she wanted some tacos now.

"Ma'am?"

She looked down at a black haired man who smiled politely and stood, motioning for her to take his seat. With a gracious, "Thank you," she sat down looking pleased with herself.

"What was that?" Lucifer demanded, eyes narrowed.

She blinked owlishly. "What was what?"

"That!" he repeated with a wave of his hand at the seat and the man.

"Oh," she grinned. "Polite people give up their seats for pregnant women since standing too long makes our feet and ankles swell."

His brows shot up, looking at the seat and her face before he shook his head. "It's a scam, you're conning people." He suddenly smirked, "Bravo Detective."

She scoffed, "It's not a con, it's true."

"Says the woman that looks like the cat who ate the canary." He leaned against the wall and crossed his ankles, sticking his hands in his pockets. Already smashed in the corner he whipped around ready to snap at someone who bumped into his back but his furious glare morphed to a dark grin when he saw it was a woman.

"I'm so sorry!" she gasped, hands up to her bright red lips. "I'm Michelle."

"Lucifer," he greeted smoothly. "Now what is a gorgeous creature such as yourself doing in a place like this?"

He was suddenly jabbed in the back and looked over his shoulder at a stout woman who had that terrible feminist look about her. The Devil had no issue with women's or anyone's rights but emasculating him and being louder than necessary was just irritating. "Are you hitting on her while your pregnant wife is right there?"

He scoffed and looked back to the young woman who slapped him instantly. Sputtering he held his cheek, "She's not my wife!" Michelle was already moving away through the crowd and he turned with a murderous glare towards the woman who was glaring just as hard. "No one likes a Nosy Nancy. Though I'm sure that's not the only reason you're unpopular seeing as you're wearing clothing covered in felines."

"Are you oppressing me?" she shouted, hands on her hips.

Chloe shook her head; only Lucifer could get into it with a middle-aged woman in the waiting area of a Mexican restaurant.

He clenched his fists and ground his teeth. "The only thing I'm oppressing is the need to damn you to Hell!"

"So all women deserve to go to Hell?" she cried, people starting to take notice at the loud voices.

This woman was insane Lucifer decided. "I can't tell if you're a nutter or a pillock you minger!"

The woman was fuming, cheeks bright and eyes down to slits. "You can't call me those things! Do you call your wife those?"

Chloe couldn't hold it in any longer and began to laugh, leaning back and cradling her belly as she watched the show. The man was nothing if not entertaining.

"You don't even know what they mean!" he barked. "And she's a twit, sometimes, not a twat like you."

"Are you harassing me because I'm gay?" she screeched. "I will not tolerate slurs! How dare you!"

"Oh I dare!" Lucifer growled.

The woman shook her head. "I am a strong, independent woman-"

"I think the word you're looking for is celibate," he spat. "Don't give up hope though, I'm sure your cats love you and zoophilia is only a misdemeanor in the state of California."

Chloe's eyes went wide, along with everyone else's before snapping to the woman to see her reply after the terrible burn. Lucifer looked pleased with himself, arms crossed and a smug smile. Chloe was sure if he had a mic he would have dropped it at that moment.

The woman was so shocked she was silenced but the woman next to her finally spoke up. "I'll pray for your wretched soul."

Round two. Fight.

"Don't waste your breath," he countered. "The bastard's the one that sent me down there in the first place."

The new woman, slightly shorter with blonde hair streaked with silver, shook her head. "You are a misogynistic, homophobic, sectarian heathen!"

"Oh, pulling out all the big words today are we?" he laughed humorlessly. "Hard to be a heathen when you're a deity wouldn't you say?"

Chloe's phone beeped and she smiled excitedly that it was time to be seated; the wait had gone by quite quickly with Lucifer as entertainment. Standing up she nudged him to start walking. "Ok trouble maker, time to eat."

"It's not me!" he cried, as he moved away from the women.

For once that was actually true but she wasn't going to tell him that. A hand grabbed tightly onto her arm and she tried to jerk away but it wouldn't let go. The first woman who had gotten into it with Lucifer stared her down. "You need to stand up for yourself and get out from under that terrible man."

"You're right," she nodded seriously before grinning. "I like it on top much better."

The woman suddenly paled and began to shake, a hysterical cry coming out of her throat. Following her gaze she turned to see Lucifer who was smiling down pleasantly at her. "I believe you wanted some tacos?"

With a pleased sigh Chloe swallowed her last bite a half hour later and rinsed it down with homemade raspberry tea. "Oh that was good."

Lucifer nodded, "Yes quite enjoyable, as long as I keep my eyes closed the entire time."

She tilted her head and looked him over, thinking about the decision she had made last week. It still held true, she wanted to give it a go with Lucifer but did he even still want her? He hadn't made any real advances lately and she couldn't help but wonder if he was even still attracted to her, she was much larger than when he had first asked. The flirting was still there and was bolder than it had been before they had first had sex but it was still just that. Flirting. If something was going to happen she was going to have to instigate it and she hoped he would respond well, that she hadn't missed her chance to be with the stupid jerk.

He was sitting almost straight backed, posture and manners on point and dressed in a navy button down and black vest, his jacket neatly folded on the seat next to him. "Do you own a t-shirt?"

A laugh bubbled out of him. "What?" he asked.

"A t-shirt, do you own one? You're always dressed in suits."

Lucifer nodded, "I do, though I don't prefer them. They're mostly for days spent in the penthouse." The bill was dropped off and Lucifer grabbed his billfold, removing a hundred and setting it down. Seeing Chloe opening her mouth he waived her off, "You can pay next time."

"Well thank you," she smiled. Lifting her fingers to her mouth she began to bite one of her nails but quickly stopped before Lucifer could notice her nervous tell. "Can you come over tonight?"

There was something off about her tone he noticed, her speech hurried and higher pitched than normal. "I have some things that need attention at Lux but I could come by after if you'd like. I must warn you, it will probably be quite late."

She nodded, "That's fine."

Standing he waited politely for her to rise and followed her out after slipping his coat back on, grinning at the paramedics tending to the still hysterical woman just outside the doors talking about the man with the glowing red eyes.

Chloe swung open the door just after midnight and faltered at the sight of Lucifer looking less than perfect, hair mussed and deep bruising around his left eye. "What happened?"

"I had a disagreement with someone, nothing to fret about," he sighed irritably.

She ushered him inside and pulled him down to a chair to inspect the damage. Her fingers gently prodded it, finding it wasn't too swollen but was already a dark purple. "Can I get you anything?"

"Something with high alcohol content would be lovely," he replied. Suddenly thinking about where he had just come from he lifted his arm and sniffed his sleeve, a groan leaving him. "I smell like cigarettes," he whined, really not in the mood to change or shower at this moment.

Chloe finished pouring him a glass of scotch from the bottle that had been standing forgotten in a cabinet and walked it over. Slipping it into his hand she sniffed and nodded. "You do, it's not making me feel sick though." Her face lit up, "I'm over it!"

Lucifer took a long drink and grabbed the gum from his pocket, tossing it on the table. "I'm over it as well, I'm sick of this terribly tasting waste of saliva. I much prefer getting my nicotine from a cigarette."

He was tired tonight, it was obvious, and she began to doubt if it was the right time to try to start something. It had been a long afternoon for her as well, finally telling the Captain that she needed to be put on softer cases because it was getting difficult to be quick enough to protect herself and Lucifer in the field. Humbled was a polite word for how she had felt, pathetic felt like a more accurate description. At least she wasn't on desk duty. Yet.

"Was there a reason you asked me over this evening?" he wondered, his tone curious.

"I-" she began before deflating. She couldn't do this right now. "I've just been feeling a little lonely since Trix is at her dad's all week." It wasn't a lie, the house was too quiet these days when no one was around.

He finished his drink and yawned, "Do you wish me to stay?"

"Please?"

Fishing his keys out of his pocket he tossed them on the table and followed her upstairs, undressing while she readied herself for bed in the bathroom. He was feeling battered and worn and ready to just sleep and though he had been looking forward to a hot bath and the comforts of his own bed he couldn't say no to Chloe. He didn't like people that were dependant on others, especially him, but he knew how independent she was so the neediness could only be coming from the baby. Meaning it wasn't her fault and would remedy itself once the child was removed.

"Oh my God," Chloe gasped when she reentered the room.

Lucifer looked up to glare at the use of his dad's name but his words died on his lips. He hadn't seen the detective in minimal clothing for a few weeks so it caught him off guard when she walked out in a sports bra, tank top that barely covered her stomach, and underwear. Pregnant women had never done it for him, to each his own, but Chloe still just looked like Chloe, beyond beautiful.

She walked over and looked at his torso, him looking down and seeing bruising across his ribs. He hadn't even noticed it. Her fingers lifted and ghosted over the marks before she looked up. "What happened tonight?"

"My brother," he said truthfully.

That wasn't the answer she expected. "Why were you two fighting?"

His eyes slid to the wall, body tensing as he thought about it all. "We don't get along well, haven't in a very long time. He tried to kill me during our last meeting and I thought I'd return the favor this time with dismemberment."

"Kill you? Why isn't he in jail?" she demanded, needing to know. "Is he younger or older?"

Lucifer smiled at her innocence. "Celestial beings don't adhere to the laws of man and he's older. I'm the youngest of three." With another yawn he looked to the bed. "Are you ready for bed? I'm quite tired."

Once she knew he was the youngest it seemed obvious. He was spoiled and expected things done for him, people to tend to whatever he needed. He threw tantrums regularly and seemed used to getting whatever he wanted and his smug smirk was definitely from someone who had perfected it over a very long time. She could picture a small Lucifer using that smile as his parents spoke to his brothers about something that was probably all his fault.

She nodded and clicked off the lamp, sliding into bed and situating herself which was getting more difficult the further along she got. Finally comfy she listened to Lucifer's breathing and was almost asleep when a hand tentatively touched her belly. She stayed still and kept her breathing slow but did smile when the touch became more sure and when she felt the baby kick she almost let out a relieved laugh when he didn't pull away but instead gently applied pressure.

There was hope for this man yet.