A/N: Thank you all for reading, reviewing, favoriting, and alerting! I wanted to get this wrapped up before season 2 began but it's not going to happen. I'm still going to try to get a chapter up a day but it might slow down a bit after this one.

Chloe didn't have resting bitch face. She tried to fake it but it never worked, and it was times like these she really wished she had been born with it because if one more person touched her she was going to throat punch them. Why did people think it was ok to touch a stranger in an uncomfortably intimate manner? She didn't care that the woman was at least eighty and only 4'8", the bitch was going to get slapped.

Twenty-eight weeks, she had made it to the third trimester and was in the home stretch. Plus she now had Lucifer next to her at all times, that was unless she killed him first.

"Oh come on, really?" he asked, holding up a box with a huge grin after pulling her attention from the old woman. "I had no idea pregnant women were so kinky. Usually you have to buy things like this in buildings with back entrances and no windows."

She jerked the box from his hands and slapped it back down on the shelf, glaring as hard as she could. "It's a breast pump you perv. It's not for pleasure."

"Well it could be," he smirked and giggled as he jumped back, away from her assault. His eyes trailed over the various items as they walked down the aisles, a spur of the moment for the pair on their day off. She had only come for a few necessities and had been pulled in to the baby section by her hormones that wanted to aww at every single thing.

She should have known bringing Lucifer was a mistake.

"So you feed baby humans this powder and it makes them grow?" he asked curiously, hands in his pockets and bent at the hip to inspect the various containers of formula. "They're like plants. Well I want mine to be above average height, I won't tolerate shortness. People should be forced to look up to him while he looks down upon their pathetic sniveling mortal souls."

Lucifer had thought long and hard about the fact that this child could present itself as an angel, or at least partial. Maze had given her actually useful input and he had come to embrace it, if he was human well that would be fine but it he had any abilities that would be fantastic. The Devil's child should spark fear in the hearts of his enemies, be able to crush them with hardly a thought, ruin their lives in an instant- and that was just for elementary school.

Chloe opened her mouth but snapped it shut, knowing better than to reply to anything he said no matter how insane it was. She smiled softly looking at all the little items, soft blankets and tiny socks, light blue onesies with footballs adorning them.

Did they make onesies with glasses of scotch on them?

"Why must everything be so obscenely colorful and bloody expensive?" he scoffed, looking at the price tags on the cribs and strollers. "Do you have any idea how much whisky I could purchase with this much money? I mean does it really need a bed? Can't you put down some newspaper or something? I saw dog kennels, those were much cheaper and as for carrying it I feel one of your large purses would suffice." He winced when Chloe beaned him with something off the shelves.

"Ow," he glared and picked it up to inspect it. "Nipple cream? Usually these come in flavors." Out of the corner of his eye he saw her picking up a much heavier container of something and he quickly rounded the corner only to shout, "Chloe!"

Hearing the nervousness in his voice she walked a little faster and approached him. "What?"

"Explain!" he demanded, pointing to the large display of diapers.

With an evil grin she grabbed something from the end of the aisle and handed it to him.

He stared down at the object, a book, and felt himself begin to panic. "Everyone Poops? Why are you showing me this!"

"Wow. Just- wow," she whispered. "Babies need diapers because they can't control their bowels on their own. They don't know any better and they're too small."

Lucifer looked horrified. "It's like a canine but worse! I'm demoting you back to dog; you've lost eagle privileges." He scoffed, still in disbelief at this new development. "So it just walks around in it's own feces?"

"No!" Chloe argued. "You have to carry it," she grinned.

"You're crazy!"

Speaking of she really needed to talk to Dr. Martin because if he was going to therapy why did he still think of himself as the Devil? She couldn't be that good seeing as he was still delusional. Her eyes flickered over to him and watched as he picked up a small stuffed animal and squeezed it, scoffing at the squeak and tossing it back. It had been two weeks that they had been together and Lucifer had hardly left her side, her not wanting him to go and he all to willing to be with her. What if he suffered a mental break at some point? Would he hurt her? Trixie? The baby?

The thoughts disappeared when Lucifer suddenly spun and clenched his fists just before a tall African-American man walked around the corner. He was just as tall as Lucifer and dressed extremely nicely, not to mention handsome. She was going to approach but something about Lucifer's posture made her pause and with a start she realized he was blocking the aisle, and her. Lucifer viewed whomever this was as a threat.

"Amenadiel, here to purchase a personality? Perhaps something to soothe that wounded ego after our last meet up?" he smirked. "How's the arm? I tried to remove it but you ruined that like you ruin everything else."

The angel shook his head, keeping his posture and expression relaxed. "I'm here to call a truce."

Lucifer looked around before cocking his head. "In Target?"

"You've been difficult to track down and Mazikeen wouldn't divulge your location," he bristled. "It's taken me a while to find you seeing as you severed the way to track you five years ago."

Lucifer held out his arms, "You just said it bro. I don't want you to know where I am. Now what are you babbling about, a truce for what? What are the terms?"

The angel looked over his shoulder at Chloe who was watching them closely, his eyes dropping to her stomach. His view was interrupted when Lucifer slid over and met his eyes. "You got patience, I got everything else. Talk."

"The news that the Devil is expecting an heir has spread."

Lucifer eyes blazed for a moment. "I can handle any threats to me and mine, you seem to be the only one so far," he spat. "Maze is more than capable of destroying anything that could arise."

"Luci, I know we haven't gotten along for millennia but there was a time we did and regardless of our history we're still brothers," he began, keeping his posture subdued to relax his brother. Lucifer was different than he and Uriel, required a certain finesse, and though he was the youngest he was the more dominant of the three. The little shit expected respect though he never gave it. "I'm offering to help protect your child, to put the past behind us at least until it can protect itself."

Lucifer's eyes narrowed, head cocking to the side. "And what do you get out of all of this? You expect me to believe you're here out of the goodness of your heart and expect nothing in return?"

He nodded and the Devil laughed, the sound instantly making Amenadiel grind his teeth.

"Try again bro." A hand on his back made him look over his shoulder and he saw Chloe was directly behind him looking determined, her eyes wandering to the other person present.

"Is there a problem?" she asked firmly, eyes narrowed dangerously.

Lucifer's lips twitched, she was such a firecracker. "None at all, he was just leaving."

"I'm sorry, allow he to introduce myself. I'm Amenadiel, Lucifer's brother," the angel smiled, expecting a polite smile or a handshake. Instead he found himself stepping back with wide eyes as Lucifer held the human back, her fists flying. Of course the one human his brother would choose to associate himself with would be just as aggressive and hotheaded as he was.

"You son of a bitch! Are you the one that tried to kill him? What kind of person does that!" she spat, struggling to get away from Lucifer. "I'll arrest you!"

Spinning her around Lucifer let her go and held up his hands in a placating gesture. "You need to calm down," he softly but firmly commanded, his eyes flickering to her stomach.

"I just-" she growled before taking in a deep calming breath, followed by five more. "I'm calm. I'm good," she repeated to herself as a mantra. She didn't have her gun with her since it was her day off but that didn't mean she couldn't take this man down with other means. If Lucifer thought he could handle it, she'd let him. For now.

Lucifer watched her wearily for a moment before slowly turning back around to his sibling. "Either use your wind pipes or I'll remove them for you."

"I want to help protect you and the child, and I don't expect anything in return. I'm doing this because it's the right thing to do," he replied, not wasting any time. He hadn't come here with the intent to upset. Their last meeting had been an eye opener; the pain after Lucifer's beat down giving him some clarity. He had thought hard about it and though his brother still drove him crazy he couldn't allow a small innocent miracle to be harmed in any way because he was too blinded by selfish rage to assist. "I've been watching you, you're changing Luci. For the better. You're my little brother, let me help. You can tell if I'm lying or not. Let me help."

Lucifer looked hard at him and he sensed no insincerity. "Chloe."

"What?" he asked in confusion.

"You protect Chloe and the child, not me."

Amenadiel at first thought it was because of pride but the hint of fear in his eyes, something he had never seen before, made him think otherwise. He was putting them before himself, was scared because he actually had something to lose for once. It was shocking; his brother was the most selfish thing that had ever been created. How had he changed so much in such a short time? "Chloe and the child. I give you my word."

Lucifer held out his hand and shook Amenadiel's, "A deal's a deal, especially one with the Devil." Jerking him forward by the hand he squeezed it so tightly the bones began to crack and dropped his voice to a hiss. "If you fuck me over I will destroy you, and every single corner of Heaven. Again."

The angel pulled back and looked at Lucifer, the Devil's eyes glowing eerily as a final warning. He had no doubt of his brother's words, the last war had caused massive damage and that was just from him being pissy. The loss of something he truly cared about could be catastrophic to Heaven and Hell.

Lucifer walked backwards for a few steps until finally turning when next to Chloe, ushering her forward with a hand on her lower back. Well that had been strange. Looking back he saw his sibling was gone but continued to lead Chloe towards the front of the store, ready to get out of such an open area and return to the safety of her home.

"Hey," Chloe finally said when they were almost to the car. "Are you ok? You looked really rattled back there."

He only relaxed once they were inside with the doors locked, not that that would stop anyone but still. "I wasn't expecting to see him, luckily I had my attack cop with me."

She laughed, "I could take him."

"Yes probably," he smirked. "You may be seeing him more, try not to shoot him like you did me."

"You told me to!" The rest of his sentence made her frown as she pulled out of the parking lot. "Why would I be seeing more of him?"

"He's going to help Maze protect you and Damien. The Devil has many enemies."

"Right and good try, we're not naming the baby Damien."

Lucifer chewed on his lip for a moment and straightforwardly asked, "What if I told you I'm actually the Devil?"

"You have been," she laughed. At his serious expression she swallowed her humor and tried to answer him. She had no idea what went on in this man's head. "Ok, so if you're really the Devil. Well, I don't believe in him so its kind of hard to imagine. I guess I'd be, I don't want to say scared because that's not right, more- uneasy, suspicious. I'd be worried of alternative motives, and of course the fact I was having Rosemary's baby." She shook her head and laughed, "You're so weird."

He coughed and stared out the windshield, shoulders tense. Well it hadn't been the worst answer he could have received but it also wasn't the best. He was going to have to tell her at some point and it was quickly getting to be sooner rather than later because if the baby was born, however that happened, with glowing red eyes it might cause her some distress.

For the life of him he just couldn't do it right now. He had finally gotten what he had been pining for and he wanted to savor his victory just a little longer before ruining it.