A/N: Thank you all for reading, reviewing, favoriting, and alerting! I'm assuming you all watched the season 2 premier last night, wasn't it fantastic? Now prepare for some drama over the next two or three chapters as this starts to wrap up. Then some humor before the finish.

Chloe stood next to the counter munching on a bowl of trail mix, her mind wandering as she thought about what else needed to be done before the arrival of the baby. She had decided to turn the upstairs guest room into the nursery seeing as it really was the only empty room in the house and was closest to her. She had been excited at first but after looking at all the different colors and styles of furniture she felt extremely overwhelmed, the shine wearing off quickly.

"Just let me do it."

She shot Lucifer a look and winced, her hand flying to her stomach to gently nudge the baby, trying to get the foot out of her ribs. "I can do it."

"I know that," he placated, walking closer and kissing her forehead just because he could now. "I may be a bit uneducated when it comes to anything child or infant related but you must admit I have impeccable taste. Consider it a gift, me to you, and don't refuse it because that's just offensive."

He did have good taste. "Ok fine, and thank you," she smiled wrapping her arms around him and rubbing her face on his soft shirt. A month. Against all odds they had survived each other for four weeks now and Chloe was pleased to find that Lucifer wasn't much different in a relationship than he was out of one. She had set ground rules since nothing was a given with him and he had never argued about them surprisingly. It was nice having him here, and she hoped it could stay like this after the still nameless baby was born. "Are you doing a nursery at the penthouse?" she asked curiously, already knowing the answer.

He laughed at the absurdity of it, "No! This one shall suffice."

She wasn't bothered by his words, the thought of the baby being alone with Lucifer was terrifying especially knowing there was so much glass and it was five stories up above a nightclub. At least the spa was gone; he hadn't ever explained why he suddenly decided to get rid of it but he must have had his reasons. "When are you going to do it? We only have another eight weeks and that's if he goes full term."

"This weekend. The douche has the child so you can stay at the penthouse with me to not try to get involved since I know you will."

Chloe pulled back and leaned up to peck him on the lips. "We still need to figure out a name," she sighed, stepping away and grabbing her trail mix again off the counter. "Since you just laughed at Wesley."

He crossed his arms defensively, "Well you dismissed Damien."

"Having a father named Lucifer is going to be rough enough for him, we don't need to add to the theme," she grinned.

"Idris," he tried.

She shook her head. "Scott."

"Sterling."

"Andy."

Lucifer rolled his eyes, "The child of the Devil is not going to be named Scott or Andy Chloe. Work with me here." He suddenly snapped his fingers, "Luken."

She opened her mouth but paused. "Luken," she tried out loud. "It's different, Luke for short. Knowing you it has a meaning, what is it?" she asked wearily.

"It's actually a derivative from Lucius with comes from the Latin word lux. It means 'light'." He smirked, "And seeing as I'm the light bringer it's only fitting."

"You named your club after yourself?" she asked flatly before laughing, her head falling back. "Your ego is so big!"

"That's not the only thing," he smirked.

Shaking her head she said the name out loud a few more times. "I like it. I want John as a middle name, after my dad. Luken John."

He didn't love the middle name but he did love the woman saying it so he would let it go.

Wait, what?

"You ok?" Chloe asked when the air suddenly changed, a tension filling it. He had been doing this a lot over the last few months, one minute he was fine and the other he looked nervous and frightened. She could only assume it was him dealing with everything that was happening but it would be nice if he could share his thoughts instead of holding them all in. "Anything on your mind you want to talk about?" she asked hopefully.

"No!" he spluttered, stepping backwards towards the door. "I'll see you at the penthouse."

"Maze!" Lucifer shouted in the penthouse, grabbing a bottle off the wall behind the bar and pouring himself a tall drink.

"What now?" she sighed after appearing from the stairs.

He was frazzled, quickly downing his alcohol and pouring himself another. "Something terrible has happened," he hissed.

She hadn't seen him this nervous in- well- ever. He was falling apart. Whatever he was going on about was something big. "What? What happened?" the demon demanded, walking closer and pinning him down with her stare.

A hysterical laugh left him before he grimaced and finally set down his glass. "I'm in love with Chloe."

Maze threw back her head and laughed, the sound echoing through the space and meeting the very irate looking man's ears. Still giggling she grabbed his drink off the counter and took a gulp. "You're seriously just realizing this now?"

"Yes! What do I do about it?"

"I don't know," she shrugged, still laughing. "Be with her and Lucifer Jr. and live happily ever after? Trade in the Corvette for a minivan? Start wearing board shorts and checkered shirts?"

Lucifer looked appalled and nauseous at the thought and a shiver worked down his spine at the even remote possibility of him wearing shorts. "Why do I even try with you?" he groaned.

She smirked and walked back to the stairs, his glass still in hand. "I don't know! I'm here to protect you, not listen to your drama."

"You're such a bitch."

"Thank you! I try," she laughed, raising the glass and disappearing down the library steps.

He sighed heavily and ran his hand through his hair. What was he supposed to do with this? Tell her? No that would be a terrible idea; he couldn't just share his feelings with her. Who did that? Plus what if she didn't reciprocate? He had already been rejected and nearly let it ruin his chance to be with Chloe, he didn't know what he'd do if she didn't feel the same way. Well no need to find out.

If he ignored the feelings they might go away but he didn't want them to. He rather liked being in love with Chloe Decker. Perhaps he could just keep it to himself; it wouldn't be the first secret he kept, or the last.

The elevator doors slid open and Chloe stepped out into the penthouse and rolled her eyes at his still weary expression. "Now what? Stop thinking all the time you're turning into a neurotic."

She was right, he needed to get back to his devil may care attitude. He was the Devil after all. Bottling was something he did extremely well so with only a deep breath everything was shoved down and away and forgotten about. The stormy expression on his face cleared and he smiled easily at his houseguest for the weekend. "Perhaps you could think of a way to help me relax?" he asked innocently.

Chloe smirked, "I can actually." Walking closer she stopped in front of him and ran his smooth lapels through her fingers. "You know what always helps me relax?" she breathily whispered.

He waited for the answer with baited breath.

"A nap, which is what I'm taking right now," she deadpanned, patting his chest and moving past him.

"Tease."

It was late Sunday afternoon when Lucifer walked into his home looking quite pleased with himself. The nursery had turned out perfect in his opinion, coming together rather nicely and quickly. He found Chloe with a book on the couch, all the glass panels open to allow a nice breeze to flow through the space. He was just about to join her when the hairs on the back of his neck stood up and he looked around jerkily, but there didn't seem to be anyone there. The Devil didn't live this long by ignoring his gut and he quickly walked over to Chloe and snatched the book from her hands.

"Hey I was reading that!" she cried in shock.

"Shhh," he whispered harshly, eyes flickering over the entire room.

She scoffed, "Don't you shhh me!"

Lucifer whipped around and narrowed his eyes. "Be quiet," he growled.

She was just about to call him on his rudeness when he suddenly stiffened and shouted, "Maze!" Confusion was evident on her face until she looked around Lucifer at a woman with a sneer standing by the stairs. Though she appeared normal there was something off about her, something that made Chloe's heart begin to beat a little faster.

"I command you to leave!" he barked, standing in front of Chloe. "How do you all keep getting out?"

The woman smiled, "We want the child. The possibilities are endless with the child of the Morningstar."

"We," he frowned before his eyes widened. "The other one that tried to drown me!" With a growl he yelled again, his fists clenched and eyes flashing. "Mazikeen!"

The woman shook her head and moved closer, Lucifer coiling and Chloe sucking in a breath at the woman's completely white eyes. "Maze is busy at the moment."

The detective couldn't figure out why this woman's eyes looked so strange. It wasn't a film like on a blind person but just completely milk white, and what was Lucifer talking about? Someone tried to drown him?

Lucifer smirked and moved the book still in his grip from his left to his right hand. "Well then looks like I get to do this personally. Lucky you, not many get that honor." He knew Chloe could take care of herself he just needed to buy her time to get away from the demon. He tossed the book in the air, the woman looking up automatically and as soon as her eyes moved so did he.

It happened so fast Chloe wasn't even exactly sure what happened. One second Lucifer had been in front of her with a weird woman in front of him and then the two were on the ground and she almost yelled when Lucifer punched the intruder hard but instead swallowed it when she saw the woman holding him down. That wasn't possible, this woman was only up to Lucifer's chest and he wasn't a small man yet she was managing to keep him down despite his struggles.

Lucifer was struggling with this one and he knew it was because he was splitting focus between Chloe and the demon. With a grunt he elbowed her in the head and was just about to try to remove the demon when his blood ran cold.

"Lucifer!" Chloe screamed, kicking and screaming at a man trying to drag her away. She wasn't one to be taken down easily but she couldn't move as easily as she used to and she had to protect her stomach.

He looked at the woman and the man who had invaded his home, not to mention whomever else was here that had incapacitated Maze. Amenadiel wasn't showing despite him praying in his head so it all came down to him. He had never lied or hid who or what he was but he also had never proved it. It was nice having someone that just saw him for him, not for what he's done, not for what he was. That was over now, or it would be in about two seconds. It had been a good run, he got more time with Chloe than he thought he would and the baby would be better of with just her anyway. She'd run away and he'd let her, at least able to find comfort in the fact she was alive and safe.

You couldn't destroy a demon just by killing the host; they'd just animate the poor dead carcass not to mention he would be getting into the very grey area of killing humans. With a growl his eyes blazed red, shoving the woman off finally and grabbing her legs, effortlessly breaking the bones in her shins to prevent her from walking. Standing with eyes still burning from within he focused on the man, not even chancing a glance at Chloe because if she was looking at him how he figured she would it would only distract him.

"You!" he pointed and growled, trying to keep his form from shifting. The man stopped moving, his arm across Chloe's chest and under her arms from dragging her backwards. Lucifer knew there was no way this demon was going to just let Chloe go, once they had something in their head it was impossible to redirect them. No this one would take some effort, energy he really didn't have since removing his wings but any option was a good option at this point.

The lights flickers when the Devil clenched his fists and focused on the mans face. It took a moment but something thick and black began to pour from the man's mouth and onto the floor. It came out jerkily and stopped once or twice but it kept coming.

Chloe couldn't handle much more of whatever this all was. There was a woman who seemed to be blind yet could see perfectly and was strong enough to hold down a grown man. Lucifer had broken her legs yet she was still trying to crawl across the floor, no signs of pain visible on her face. Then there was the man who was trying to kidnap her who also had white eyes, and then as if that weren't enough Lucifer's eyes were eerily glowing red. Oh yes, and he was somehow pulling a thick black substance from the man's throat with just his mind.

She felt the grip on her loosen and she quickly darted off to the side. Lucifer had to finish it, and when the woman with the broken legs grabbed him he kicked her away without looking. Blood gushed from his nose and his entire body began to tremble with exertion. In Hell he could do this without a thought but here and wingless it was proving almost too much and his form began to flicker as he didn't have the energy to keep it at bay any longer. Finally the man fell over, separated from the black substance and Lucifer spread his fingers, the substance seeming to rip apart before just disappearing.

Maze burst into the room, bleeding and bruised, looking around and ran to the woman on the ground before stabbing her in the already broken leg and with a scream the woman was still but alive. She looked up to Chloe who was pressed against the back wall looking terrified and the sound of a body hitting the floor made her spin to see Lucifer unconscious in a heap on the tile.

Rushing over she dropped down and anxiously tried to figure out what happened. His face was dripping with blood, breaths shallow, and pulse scarily slow. She tried to shake him, rouse him, but he was completely limp. "Amenadiel!" she shouted but just as before no one came.

Chloe couldn't move, her limbs not cooperating as her mind raced. What was happening? There were two people passed out on the floor that had attacked she and Lucifer and Maze had just stabbed the one and was now dragging Lucifer to the couch. She had watched the man sway, his face pale, eyes returning to black before his knees had buckled. Chloe had wanted to run to him, to try to catch him, to prevent him from falling lifelessly to the floor with a sickening crack when his head hit the tile. Something had held her back, an unknown. Deep down she knew what he was, every strange happening since meeting him flooding her mind, every conversation they had ever had. He had been telling the truth the entire time, had been spelling it out in neon flashing lights but she had refused to see it. Lucifer Morningstar wasn't crazy at all, he was-

"The Devil," she whispered to herself.