Lucifer/Eve are my new crack OTP. Sob. I love them.
With the baby finally asleep in his arms, the tears from her latest meltdown still dampening rosy red cheeks, Lucifer took a long, slow breath. She was a perfect little angel (he suppressed a laugh at the thought, not wanting to wake the child with the shaking of his chest) with pale blond hair and large watery eyes that crossed one another just so when she stared at whatever humored the minds of infants. With one hand securely against her back he reclined, reached for the blanket draped across the back of the hospital chair, and covered them both against the chill of oncoming night.
A soft whimper brought Lucifer from his nap and he glanced down at his daughter, her eyes wide and curious and looking at everything all at once. He brought her up further onto his chest, so the top of her head grazed the skin of his neck just above his collar, and gave her back a few gentle pats. She cooed in a dazed, sleepy manner and he smiled, wondering what thoughts were running through her mind.
Footsteps ahead of him caused Lucifer to glance up, the shift in his chest hardly registering with the child, and he met the vibrant green of his wife's eyes.
Eve smiled down at her budding family, tucking a long strand of chocolate brown hair behind an ear. "She's a daddy's girl, alright." Eve reached out and ran her palm across the platinum fluff of her daughter's hair.
Lucifer grinned, one corner of his lips raising to show pearly whites, "So you'll let me name her?"
Eve nodded and sat on the edge of her hospital bed. Her thin gown rose up to her knees and she quickly wrapped herself in a starched white blanket. Her eyes could find no focus, darting between the sleeping infant and her husband.
"Megan, I think. Yeah. Megan."