A/N: Thank you all for reading, reviewing, favoriting, and alerting! This picks up immediately after the last chapter. Next chapter up by Monday night at the latest.

A laugh bubbled out of Chloe, "You what?"

Lucifer looked down at the floor and huffed a small laugh along with her. "Quite foolish of me wouldn't you say?" he smirked, lifting his head and meeting her eyes, his expression much more relaxed and confident than his terror filled eyes. It only took a moment for him to get control over himself and any vulnerability that had been visible was soon buried under a cool exterior. "Any other questions for the Devil before I go?"

Chloe was stunned into silence, was this 'let's completely fuck up Chloe's mental status' day? She had just found out that angels and Heaven and Hell and the Devil were real and now the Devil himself had just declared his love for her. Oh yes and she was carrying the antichrist. Mustn't forget that.

"Is Luken the antichrist?"

Lucifer stared blankly at her before sighing heavily and pinching the bridge of his nose, eyes sliding closed. "No Chloe Luken is not the antichrist. There's no such thing. Just like there's no such thing as halos, or horns, or tails." Dropping his hand he clapped his together and smiled tightly in irritation. "Any other questions?"

"Why didn't you tell me?" she asked quietly, certain he would know what she was referring to.

"I did."

She sighed, he had told her until he was blue in the face. "All right why didn't you show me then? Why didn't you prove it to me that you weren't some whack job?"

Lucifer looked past her to the wall wondering why he was sitting here allowing this mere human to grill him with questions and demand answers, or more importantly why he was allowing it. "Because for the first time in history I didn't want someone to fear me. I enjoy working with you and it's wouldn't be, won't be, the same now that you know." His eyes slid to hers and he smirked, pushing himself away from the wall. "The Devil doesn't exactly have a good reputation. I believe we've discussed enough for tonight."

"Don't go!" Chloe demanded, her hand raising to stop him from moving to the door.

Lucifer jerked backwards against the wall and looked down in confusion before he tried to move and found he couldn't. He was stuck to the wall, pinned by an unseen force. With wide eyes he wearily looked at the detective, the only other person in the room, who looked shocked. "Chloe, I don't know how you're doing this but let me down," he softly commanded.

"I- I don't know how!" she stuttered nervously. "What's happening, why can't you move?"

Now he was really confused. How was she doing this and how did she not know what it was? "Just focus on releasing me!" he barked. "I don't like being held against my will." Lucifer it seemed was starting to panic much more than the woman who should be. "Do something!"

Chloe grabbed her stomach with her hands, "It's the baby! There's been all this weird stuff lately, like I can see in the dark now and I dropped a jar the other day and it seemed to almost hover off the ground."

"Well I'll celebrate the fact my child isn't going to be a human later when I'm not stuck to the wall!" he growled. Forcing out a slow breath he closed his eyes and pressed down his panic. He had never liked being vulnerable and he was feeling it pretty strongly right now stuck to the wall. "Chloe? Love? Look at me all right?" When she did he smiled reassuringly. "Now I want you to focus on letting me down. Just relax and think really hard about what you want to do. You can do it, come on."

She shook out her arms and hands and stared at him, focusing with everything she had and both breathed a sigh of relief when Lucifer shoved himself away from the wall with wild eyes. "That was crazy," she half-laughed.

"Yes well let's never do that again shall we?" he shakily grumbled, fixing his jacket.

If Chloe was going crazy she may as well enjoy the ride. She held up her hand and Lucifer jerked backwards once more, his eyes flashing red. His face was hard and he opened his mouth to yell but she pressed a finger to his lips and smirked. Her hands fell to his chest and fiddled with the top button of his shirt, eyes filling with mischief. "You sure you don't want me to do this again?"

He couldn't believe it. Chloe was actually going to stay with him, was handling the fact he was the literal Devil and the child was giving her supernatural abilities scarily well. Never one to pass up an opportunity like this he grinned, "Perhaps I was a bit hasty."

The time had come to officially be off from work aside from some files she had at her home. Thirty-six weeks it had been and she could hardly move; it was hard to breathe, hard to accomplish anything, hard to eat more than a couple bites. She was done with all of it but she still had a month to go. Everything was as ready as ready could be. Well except one thing.

"Chloe?" Lucifer suddenly asked from the couch across from the chair she was reclined in. "What if he's born early? Or late? What if there's a problem like some rare genetic disorder from your blood line?"

She had made the mistake of making him read more about what was going to happen because as funny as the freak outs were she really didn't think it would be amusing in the delivery room. He had a better understanding now, informed her he was traumatized, and unfortunately now had an entirely new list of worries and questions. "If he comes now he should be fine and late he'll just be bigger. This has been a textbook pregnancy, aside from the whole superpowers thing. Chill out, everything will be just fine."

"Don't call them superpowers, that's a terrible way to describe them. It makes them sound like they came from a graphic novel," he groused. "Really though, everything should be fine?"

Chloe smiled softly and looked over at him, "Yes, everything should be just fine. We went to the doctor's office two days ago and he said everything is good, nothing's changed. We're as ready as we can be and everything is going well, don't jinx it."

He huffed and tried to focus on the tv, his fingertips tapping on his bouncing knee.

Since the night with the demons and the truth coming out Lucifer had hardly left her side, especially now that it was getting so close. Chloe had adjusted pretty damn well to being with the Devil, she still asked a lot of questions when they popped into her head but she treated him the same. So far no otherworldly threats had appeared and Amenadiel and Maze were working on making sure nothing happened again.

He was still a neurotic mess.

With a sigh she put all the papers she had been looking at back in the folder and dropped it down on the floor next to her. Kicking her feet she harrumphed and blew out a frustrated breath when she couldn't get the leg rest to go down so she could sit up. Her eyes shot to Lucifer who immediately looked away, studiously looking at the tv. Chloe was over the neediness and wanted her independence back, of course this happened when she did actually need help, and she refused to allow Lucifer to help. He had made that mistake once and almost lost a hand, never again.

She closed her eyes and pushed with everything she had, the footrest finally retracting and grinned. Her pride waned a bit when she noticed Lucifer quickly pulling his long right leg back in front of himself, eyes never leaving the tv. Whatever. Finally free she pushed herself up and moved to the couch, standing in front of him with her hands on her hips. "Stop worrying."

"First off take a step back because you're going to give me a broken nose with that thing. Secondly it's easy for you to tell me to stop worrying, you're so bloody daft as of late I'm surprised you can even remember you're pregnant!" he jeered.

Chloe's eyes narrowed. "Watch it buddy or I will break your nose with this thing and don't make fun of my pregnancy brain! It's not my fault and its not that bad."

He scoffed, head jerking back as his brows shot up to his hairline. "Not that bad? You plugged an extension cord into itself than couldn't figure out why it wasn't working. Three days ago you left to go to the market and made it halfway across the lawn before realizing you didn't have pants on!"

Chloe glared hard and turned, picking up the remote and turning it to the preschool learning channel. With a smirk she set down the controller and raised her hand. "Stay."

His eyes widened when he found he couldn't move, she hadn't done this since the night she had found out the truth about him. He had thought that was just a freak occurrence. "No, Chloe. No! Don't do this! I shouldn't have said any of that."

"No you shouldn't have," she agreed mockingly as she walked to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of sun tea. "Say I'm sorry."

The Devil scoffed, trying valiantly to tune out the noise of the numerous children screaming about a large man dressed as a number. "The Devil doesn't apologize."

Chloe shrugged and took a sip, "Ok." She watched him tilt his head and narrow his eyes and she quickly shouted, "If you destroy my tv I will end you!"

Playtime was over. Lucifer eye's blazed red, his face furious as he stared her down.

"That it?" she asked flatly. "Guess what's up next? A four-hour special about a little girl that reenacts bible stories with sock puppets."

"I'm sorry!" he barked. "I'm- sorry." As soon as he was released he clicked off the tv and moved to the kitchen, fixing his jacket and trying to retain the small amount of dignity he had left. "You've grown quite mean as of late."

Setting down her glass she spun and looked up at him. "You're the mean one for always making fun of me!"

He couldn't hold in his laugh, "You tried to feed me a sandwich, the meat still in the plastic encasing, then got upset when I wouldn't eat it." Lucifer began to laugh harder, "How can I not find humor in that? Or when you slapped Amenadiel?"

"I apologized for that!"

"No one has ever slapped Amenadiel and it was over him not commenting on your hair that day. The man doesn't even have hair! How was he supposed to notice yours?" Tears were gathering in his eyes, his stomach starting to ache. "Or when you forgot your own name and had to ask me what it was. Who does that?"

Chloe knew it was funny, it really was all ridiculous but right now all she could focus on was that he wasn't being nice. Moisture gathered in her eyes and began to fall in quick succession, her bottom lip quivering.

Lucifer wiped at his eyes as the laughter died down but groaned when he saw Chloe was openly sobbing; her face buried in her hands, hair hiding her from his view. "Oh none of that," he soothed, pulling her to his chest and trying to wipe the grin off his face. "I was only teasing." This child could not vacate Chloe soon enough, he missed his verbal sparring partner. His hands slid to her cheeks and lifted her head, his dropping to press a kiss to her lips. "I love you."

She sniffed and nodded. "I know. I love you too."

With a fond smile he lightly tugged her by the hand and led her upstairs to the bed, both lying down on top of the comforters. He found she functioned better when she got to sleep often, and by function he meant she wasn't plotting his murder. "A month," Lucifer nervously said into the quiet room. "Four weeks. Or less."

Chloe closed her eyes and smiled to herself. He was getting himself so worked up over nothing. She had done this before, it wasn't a big deal. Really the only difference was that this was a boy and he wouldn't be completely human. "Lucifer, what if he comes out looking different? Like red eyes or something? Or something else weird."

Lucifer sat up and frowned. "Weird? There's nothing weird about me I assure you."

"You know what I mean," she giggled and shoved him lightly.

"Not really," he argued, feeling a tad offended. Scooting over he placed his hands on her stomach, something he had finally gotten used to, and cocked his head, lips pulling when he felt movement. "Amenadiel said he's mostly human so there shouldn't be anything too noticeable and it's not like angels have anything strange about them, you were all made after us, based off us." His smile grew when the baby pressed harder against his hands. "If he has anything, other than telekinesis which we already know, it won't physically present itself. Really the only physical traits that could appear are wings or the red eyes. My true form is mine and mine alone."

Chloe sucked in a sharp breath. "Wings?"

He gently prodded her belly and chuckled when the baby moved more. "Well yes, all angels have wings."

"I'm not taking anything I've ever read or heard for granted again; will he be a nephilim?" she asked, her tone unsure if this was an extremely stupid question or not.

Apparently not because Lucifer didn't laugh, instead he cocked his head and pursed his lips, obviously in thought. "That's a very broad term with many meanings. I-" It was quiet, the only sound the clock on the wall ticking, and Lucifer seemed to be unsure of what he wanted to say. He never thought before speaking and because of this it instantly set her on edge. "I don't know."

Those words had never before crossed his lips.

"Are they- not good?"

His attention jerked to her face at her wavering tone and he tried to ease her worry. "They're fine, not evil or anything like that. They were a physical representation of sin to Dad so they weren't welcome in Heaven. The humans feared them and shunned them. They never really were welcome anywhere, in fact most retreated to Hell and still reside there."

"So they don't belong anywhere?" she asked sadly.

He shook his head. "They belong in Hell. Hell doesn't discriminate and contrary to popular belief it isn't just a giant pit of torture and despair, only the wicked receive punishment. They're quite content there, able to do as they please without fear of repercussion and among their own kind." With a reminiscent smile he added, "They're very good at chess."

Chloe listened to him talk and wondered how history and religion had gotten him so wrong. He had taken in his, in a way, nieces and nephews when no one else would and given them a safe haven. A home. "You're kind a softie aren't you?"

"No!" he denied, looking repulsed at the idea. "I'm a torturer, I'll go do it right now!"

She grinned and tugged him back down next to her. "Of course, my mistake."

"Yes it was," he grumbled, his eyes sliding shut. "Softie. Pfft."