First of all, I am SO SORRY this hasn't been updated in almost over seven months. For that reason, this is why the wsecond trimeseter is broken into two parts. I wanted to get something posted. No excuses there. Secondly, thank you to all who have reviewed, commented, made this a favorite, and followed this story. I really appreciate it! I have decided to keep the "T" rating as most were cool with that. So with that in mind, here's the next installment!

Also I wrote this MONTHS ago, so if someone seems a little out of character based on how they've developed on the show, it'll later be improved as I write.

Second Trimester - Part One

(Weeks Fourteen to Twenty Seven)

Lemon: Fourteen Weeks

A full week had passed since Dan's enlightenment on the current situation, and he still remained silent on the subject. More than likely refused to even fathom starting an inkling of a conversation on the topic of Chloe's pregnancy. Instead, he chose to awkwardly work around it, causing the rift of tension whenever he had to interact with either her or Lucifer in the office.

"Here," it was painfully obvious how hard Dan tried not to meet Chloe's stare. "I got those files you asked for...I know it's my weekend with Trixie and you usually pick her up from school and bring her over, but I don't mind getting her myself…"

"No," she replied with an almost strained smile. "I can get her." She paused, inhaling deeply as she concerned her next choice of words. "Dan, I know that...well, that, wasn't the ideal way for you to find out about this. I don't want our relationship to change because of this. Maybe we can grab lunch and talk about it?"

Chloe mentally bashed herself in her mind for such a suggestion. Who the hell even asks their ex-husband to lunch to talk about their pregnancy with another man. Another man who already has relationship issues him. Christ, leave it to her to situate herself in the tight crevices of unpleasantness. Only three months into this pregnancy and still six to go. It would be a real miracle to make it through in one, sane mindfulness piece. But who the hell was she kidding? She was literally Rosemary herself from that god awful movie, "Rosemary's Baby". But unlike her, she had to deal with the cocky, impulsive, buffoon from the pits of Hell themselves, Lucifer.

"Maybe another day," Dan's voice finally pulled her from the depths of her thoughts. "I have a lot of paperwork to do, and we're expecting a big crowd at the improv theater tonight. I just," he paused. "Can't."

"Dan," Chloe tried to protest as he turned away. "Wait-"

But the other detective had already left, disappearing into the bustling crowds of the busy bureau. Chloe let out a long sigh, no longer holding the concentration needed to focus on her work. So much for catching a break.

Apple: Fifteen Weeks

"Well, this is a surprise. I can't say I've ever really thought of you sitting on that couch without Lucifer being in tow...but who am I to wave away someone. Especially a friend. So I guess a good starting place is what's up?"

Linda Martin smiled from her seat, hands clasped in her lap as she eyed Chloe quizzically. The other woman met her gaze, though her expression wasn't so relaxed. For the past few days, her mind had been relentlessly buzzing with thought after thought on how to deal with this pregnancy announcement/announcing conundrum. Lucifer's suggestions, one of which was hiring a plane to write about it in the sky, were far from ideal. And now that she considered it, the fear rose within her that he might do it just to spite her. Christ, the number of talks she had already had with him…

"I hope I'm not keeping you from anything," she exhaled, glancing momentarily at the clock situated on the therapist's desk. "I just need a few minutes to chat. Maybe bounce off some ideas and advice? I can pay you."

Linda immediately waved her hand. "For you, my services are pro bono."

Chloe gave a small smile, the first in god knows how long. "It's about...well, apparently you've known about this," she motioned to the small swell of her stomach. "Longer than Lucifer let on. Almost two weeks ago Dan found out about...unexpectedly. He's been acting weird ever since."

"Well, you are his ex-wife and the mother to his child," Linda commented. "It's understandable that he's not necessarily on the wagon yet about you and Lucifer having a baby. Not that that's any excuse." She waited for recognition in Chloe's expression before continuing. "He needs time, Chloe. You'd be surprise how common situations like this are."

"I know," the detective said, rubbing the side of her face tiredly. "But it's not just Dan...it's...it's Trixie." Linda raised an eyebrow as Chloe continued. "I don't know how to break the news to her. Or how she'll take the fact that she'll be getting a sibling."

"Ah," the therapist said, eyes lighting up as if something suddenly dawned upon her. "So you're really here about Trixie?"

"Yeah," she answered, voice suddenly falling nearly silent. "I am."

Since her birth eight years ago, Trixie had been the single child in both of her parents' lives. Always having their complete, undying attention. Both revolving around her world. And now suddenly, out of the middle of nowhere, a baby would come plopping down into their lives without so much as a warning. It wouldn't be like if she had a baby while Trixie was still little, a time where her daughter would never remember not being an only child. No, she had an eight year old who would very much know that her life was now being shared with someone else.

"Trixie's a good kid," Linda said with a reassuring smile. "I think you're underestimating the potential, positive reaction to this. I think she'll be excited for a brother or sister."

"But what if she isn't," Chloe countered. "What if she thinks that I'm not going to care about her anymore? Or that I won't have time to do things…"

"You're only doing harm to yourself by jumping to conclusions." Linda said, cutting her off. "Look, just take things one step at a time. If there are bumps, they'll work themselves out." She inhaled, clasping her hands together. "Maybe think about a good way of telling her. Doing something fun."

"Like what?" Chloe questioned.

"You'll think of something," Linda smiled, trying to catch a glance at her clock. "You're very resourceful."

"Hmph," the detective snorted, standing up from her place on the couch. "I think you underestimate my talent."

Chloe left the room, the door closing behind her as the therapist chuckled. So much for that.

Avocado: Sixteen Weeks

The way Lucifer stared unblinkingly at the sonogram screen, Chloe couldn't help but worry a little that one of his supernatural abilities would unexpectedly show itself. It wouldn't be the first time. Right now, the last thing they needed were for his wings to sprout up or his face to morph into what could only be described as a mask of marinated jerky strips.

"C'mon," Lucifer muttered, glaring at the fetus that floated peacefully in its mother's womb. "Turn a little and show us your man or lady bits."

Almost as if in response, it gave a small kick, seeming to mock its father's request. The devil's eyes narrowed and Chloe did her best to stifle a laugh. Since being told that the baby was now developed enough to read the gender, Lucifer had been hellbent on trying to "convince" their child to "show its fatherly inherited goods"-a phrase to which she smacked him for. She'd rather not think about Lucifer's "fatherly goods" on either her son or daughter. It just sounded...wrong.

"Maybe he or she will cooperate next time," Chloe said, resting her hand on Lucifer's arm in an attempt to comfort him. "They're just stubborn, like you."

"Well, I'm more than happy to show off my one-eyed-trouser-snake," he smirked, playfully reaching for his zipper. "Care for a peekaboo, doctor?"

Whether the waiting room patients were startled by a loud clap of thunder or the unmistakable sound of Chloe's hand meeting Lucifer's arm, will go forever unanswered.

Turnip: Seventeen Weeks

The idea had come to her suddenly in the middle of the night during one of her ever so growing frequent bathroom trips. Why the thought of ice cream had even crossed her mind whilst on the toilet, she didn't know. Cravings maybe. Or that perhaps Trixie's second favorite dessert was chocolate ice cream. It was then, far past midnight, that Chloe Decker decided to throw an ice cream party of sorts to officially announce her pregnancy. Well, to Trixie mostly. A plan that, as she washed her hands, prayed would work.

"Are you quite sure that we need another carton of ice cream?" Lucifer's tone was slightly hesitant as he watched Chloe put yet another tub of ice cream-this time chocolate brownie chunk-into their rather full cart.

"We can save whatever's left," the detective tried to justify as she tossed in a squeeze bottle of salted caramel. "Besides, there's you, me, hopefully Dan, Maze, Linda, Amenadiel, Ella, and Trixie. I think the eight of us can polish off most of this."

"You're not inviting Penelope?" Lucifer questioned, eyebrow raised. "Have you not told her?"

"Oh, my mother?" Chloe said in a hurried voice. "No...I still have to figure that one out yet." Upon catching Lucifer's expression, she quickly added. "But I will. I can't exactly keep things secret forever." She paused again before meeting his stare. "Have you told your mother?"

"Don't be ridiculous," the devil scoffed. "Mum doesn't need to know about her impending grandmotherhood. The last thing we need is for her to corrupt the baby before it even has a chance to slip from your womb."

"So we're in agreement then?" Chloe asked, making sure Lucifer's eyes didn't leave her own. "No mothers...yet…"

"No mothers," Lucifer agreed, lips curving into a smile as he held up his right hand. "Devil's word."

That final sentence that Lucifer claimed burned with fury in the front of Chloe's mind as she watched her mother waltz into her home unexpectedly. It had been Lucifer who'd gone to open the door as she went about preparing everything for that night. She should've realized right then that whoever was knocking at the door was not one of their expected guest-seeing as Penelope had this wonderful habit of arriving at least an hour early for everything.

"Mom?" Chloe exclaimed, wide eyed as the older Decker rushed over to her.

"Penelope," Lucifer greeted, trying to hide the nervousness in his voice. "What a lovely surprise…"

I hope you enjoyed the first part of the second trimester! The next part will be a continuation of Week Seventeen! Comments/Reviews are greatly loved and appreciated! Until next time! -Jen