A snippet of dialogue from 1x12 was used.

It was early, the sun having risen only a short time ago and for the second time she was up to use the restroom, the baby having situated itself comfortably on her bladder. Climbing back into bed she lied down again and found herself being attacked by the sleeping octopus next to her. His leg was thrown over and foot hooked behind her left ankle, arms pulling her snugly against him and warm breath hitting the back of her neck.

She tried to find sleep again but it wasn't coming even though she badly wanted it to. Her hand dropped to her stomach and she idly moved it back and forth in a circular motion. There was something different about this pregnancy than her previous one, at least from what she could remember. It wasn't so much physical as it was a strange feeling and her already vivid dreams were growing steadily stronger. Last nights had been the strangest yet, her walking alone in a rock filled landscape that almost appeared grey in hue and ash seemed to be falling from the sky. There had been doors with chains covering them but that was all she had been able to see because of course she had to pee and had woken up.

Then there was a couple weeks ago when she had dropped a jar and it hadn't broken because it almost seemed to hover when her hand shout to try to grab it. That had been weird. Or when the electricity had gone out and Trixie had been frightened, she had been able to see almost perfectly in the pitch black to get to her without a flashlight. Maybe she was just imagining all of it.

Twenty-six weeks. She felt as if the pregnancy had flown by and here she was only a little over three months away with no nursery ready, no plan on what to do with the baby and it's father, and was still too chicken to try anything with Lucifer. Perhaps it was for the best. No dammit. Whatever Lucifer wanted he took and she was going to take this and if he rejected her they'd be back to where they were now, plus a few tears.

Chloe rolled over, or tried. Her belly was getting larger and starting to affect her breathing and movements, not to mention she hadn't seen her toes or ahem, other bits, in over two weeks.

Lucifer of course awoke to the shifting and grunting and pull of the blankets. He disentangled himself from her and yawned, wincing at the soreness in his side. Forcing his eyes open he saw Chloe was on her back staring at the ceiling and whispering to herself, not the weirdest thing she'd done as of late. That honor would go to four days ago when he found two pieces of toast in the freezer, when asked about it she burst into tears saying it had been too hot and now it was too cold, then yelled at him for touching it before apologizing on behalf of her hormones.

"Are you having a nice conversation with yourself?" he rumbled, his voice rough with sleep.

She laughed quietly and nodded, looking over and meeting his eyes. "Giving myself a pep talk." Now if this were like the movies she would beckon him over and kiss him and everything would be perfect but this was life. Lying on her back hurt and she was forced to move which in turn shifted the blankets more and with an accidental kick and flail Lucifer was shoved out of bed and onto the floor.

He popped up his head and glared, "Bloody hell! You could have just asked me to move!"

With more agility than she thought she still possessed she removed herself from the sheets and moved across the bed on her knees all the way to the edge where Lucifer was now standing looking grumpy. Not waiting for fear of losing her nerve again she grabbed his face, pulled it to hers, and kissed him.

Lucifer melted under her touch, hands on her ribs, and deepened the kiss until slowly pulling back with wide eyes. He held her gaze and blinked before whispering, "You taste like chalk."

Chloe dropped her forehead to his chest and didn't know whether to laugh or cry so she settled on a mixture of the two.

"You haven't been eating it right? I can't imagine that's good for you," he chided. "Unless I'm missing something but I'm quite sure I have a handle on what's edible and what's not. Was it the orange one?"

"Lucifer! Focus!" she barked and looked up. "I want to be with you." There she said it, now she just had to wait for the response. While waiting she noticed how his eye had already gone from a deep purple to a yellowish green. That was fast, almost uncomfortably so.

He smirked, "Well of course you do, everyone does."

She was going to have to spell this out. Grabbing his face again she looked into his eyes and narrowed hers. "I want us to be together." Less forcefully she added, "If you still want to."

His head cocked to one side before his eyes widened in realization. "Oh! You're now asking me the question I asked you months ago? I- well-" He wanted to say yes but he had accepted them never being together as a fact and now it was being challenged. Pain was something he had no problem giving but found he didn't really like receiving, not physically of course seeing as it was such a novel thing, but emotionally. He had only ever been rejected three times; once by his mother, once by his father, and once by Chloe Decker. His brother's hadn't ever gotten the chance since he was done with them far before they were done with him.

"Not to echo your words from before but I don't think this is the right time," he said evenly, hands slipping from her sides. Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice- No, he would not be rejected ever again by anyone. Even if she felt like that was what she wanted now who was to say it wouldn't change?

And there was her answer. She had missed her chance. Resigned, she sat back on her heels and nodded in acceptance.

Lucifer chewed on his bottom lip and began to dress in his clothes from the previous day, doing what he did best, ignoring the situation. He was a firm believer that if you couldn't see it or didn't acknowledge it, it wasn't happening. Not ever looking back for fear of not being able to walk away he stopped halfway down the stairs and looked back over his shoulder. Closing his eyes he let out a steadying breath and continued down.

Two hours later he had spiraled further down than he thought he would.

"Lucifer?" Dr. Martin asked, wondering what he was doing here this early in the morning. After the initial shock she took notice of how uncomfortable and jittery he looked. His clothes had wrinkles, that was a first, and his hair wasn't perfect, five o'clock shadow darker than normal, bruising around his eye. For anyone else this would be their Sunday Best but this was Lucifer and he may have well been wearing what the gentleman on the corner begging was when Linda had passed him on her way to work. Ushering him to the couch she sat down next to him and frowned. "What happened?"

He dropped his head into his hands and stared down at the ground. "I can't do this. Any of it. I want to go back to Hell."

"Take a deep breath and tell me why you want to go home."

The breath was anything but steady but he managed to get one in and let it out. "I don't want to be here any longer. Chloe and- and the child- and it's all too much. She said she wanted to be with me and I- I can't do that," he shakily explained.

Linda nodded. "It's normal to feel overwhelmed by the situation you're in. It's also understandable that you're afraid of being rejected again so you're protecting yourself."

"I'm not afraid!" he argued. "The Devil creates fear, he doesn't feel it."

She moved to her regular spot and crossed her legs, wondering how to go about this. Lucifer was her most challenging patient by far but also the most rewarding. Also the most stubborn. "Have you ever been rejected before? It's not an easy thing to deal with."

He scoffed and held out his arms. "I was cast out of Heaven by my father, biggest rejection in all of history I'd say."

"And none of that was your fault?"

"No!" he argued.

Looking towards the window she asked, "Is anything your fault? Or are you always a victim of circumstances?"

He stayed quiet but sat rigidly; looking every bit the petulant child he seemed to be.

Dr. Martin watched him closely and wondered how this man could be so blind to not only everything around him but himself as well. "Going back to the issue today, maybe we should explore the possibility that being vulnerable can be a good thing."

"No, it can't," he dismissed. "It means you're at someone else's mercy."

She shrugged, "Then maybe you should just stay away from everybody." Leaning forward she added, "Stay away from Chloe."

His brows drew together and he shifted uncomfortably, eyes flickering over the coffee table between them. "But- I don't want to."

"Then don't." She could have left it there but he deserved more. "Vulnerability does put you at someone's mercy Lucifer, the key is to find someone who's merciful."

Chloe sat on the second step of the back porch and stared out over the ocean, the breeze making her hair tickle her nose. Today had been a rough day filled with thoughts and decisions she still wasn't entirely sure about and she wished she had someone to talk about everything with.

I'll always be next to you.

"Right," she grumpily mumbled, staring down at her toes, only to jump when two black shoes came into view.

Lucifer sat down next to Chloe, having collected his thoughts and himself at the penthouse, and chose to for once think before speaking. It was calm outside and he had to hand it to his old man, the earth really was a beautiful place. Shame it was wasted on humans.

It was a few minutes later that Lucifer finally spoke, staring straight ahead and not to the woman next to him. "I spoke to Linda today."

Chloe finally looked over blankly. "Who's Linda? Another member of your harem?"

His brows shot up, "Oh right, you don't know! I'm in therapy with Dr. Martin from our first case, you know where you got shot?"

"Yeah, kind of hard to forget Lucifer," she sarcastically bit out. "And you're in therapy? Didn't you promise you'd sleep with her?"

"Yes. In fact I have, numerous times." He shook his head and waved his hands, ignoring her shocked and appalled stare. "Stop distracting me and she's really quite good. At the therapy part. Well the sex too but that's not the point I'm trying to make."

"There's a point?" she asked flatly, rolling her eyes and shifting her legs to a more comfortable position.

He nodded. "Yes. She told me to stay away from you-"

"Shocker."

"-but I don't want to."

Chloe laughed, this man had such a hard time communicating and navigating through his own mind. "Then don't."

His head tilted to one side as he regarded her curiously. "That's what she said. Chloe-"

He hardly ever used her first name and it instantly peaked her interest.

"I don't like being at other people's mercy yet I find myself at yours quite often. I realized that no matter what we are I'll feel the same way. So why not choose the much more fun option?"

A small gust blew her hair over her face and she tucked it back behind her ears. "What are you trying to say Lucifer, just spit it out like the blunt ass you always are. No reason to start sugar coating now."

He smiled and nodded, mostly to himself as if confirming his decision. "I'm completely infatuated with you and want to be with you every single way I can."

Chloe stared hard, eyes flickering over his face to look for any hint of doubt but there was none. She opened her mouth but before a single syllable could get out Lucifer's lips were on hers, his stubble tickling her chin. He pulled back and looked at her beautiful face, waiting to see what she would say.

"I want to name the baby Wesley."

"You're fucking crazy," he laughed before he was pulled towards her again, smiles on both their faces.