The sun came through the windows. Landing right on his face. He wasn't sleeping. He was lying on his fine silk sheets with two young beautiful naked women lying on his chest. Gently he managed to get himself sitting up. Slowly he rose and put on his shorts and silk robe.
As he walked into the living room he heard his daughter laughing and talking to someone. She was kneeling on the floor with her son on one of his new couches. Luckily she had a blanket under him. Lord knows that could have been a disaster.
She stopped and looked at him as he entered the room. "Morning Dad."
Lucifer merely smiled as he headed to his espresso machine. He wasn't fully awake.
"We didn't wake you did, we?" He heard her voice cut through his sleep infused mind.
"No darling." He said sleepily. He watched as she turned her attention to the baby. The two of them laughing and Persephone making funny noises. He sighed and turned his attention to the coffee infused concoction. When it was finished he walked with a steaming cup to his recliner.
"When did you get new couches?" Persephone asked.
"A few weeks ago." He stayed mum about why. He had destroyed them in a fit of rage. She just shrugged and returned her attention to the baby. He heard movement coming from his bedroom as one of his overnight guests made her way into the living room.
A young woman barely legal to drink with brunette hair stood in the doorway. She looked confused. Lucifer smiled at her. She looked at Persephone and Tristan. Persephone turned to her and then back to her father. "Really, Dad?" Her voice had that annoying tone to it.
He shrugged. "What I can't enjoy myself, while you're here?"
The young woman scoffed. "Dad?"
Persephone nodded. "Yeah, he's my dad."
The young woman looked at the baby. She shook her head. "I can't believe I just slept with a grandpa."
Lucifer scoffed and looked at his daughter. She was such an ornery child. He turned his attention back to the young woman. "But I'm still sexy, right? Come on." He took a sip of his espresso.
The young woman shrugged and stumbled towards the elevator. "Goodbye Lucifer." She said as she hopped onto the elevator.
Persephone shook her head. "Boy, it's going to be fun explaining you to Tristan when he gets older." She imitated a kid's voice. "'Mommy, why are there so many young ladies streaming out of Granddad's room?' "
Lucifer snorted. "At least one of his grandfathers will still have it. Look at that fat clod on the other side. Barf." He took another sip of his drink.
Persephone shook her head and laughed. The baby started to fuss a little bit. She sighed. "Do you mind watching him for a few minutes while I get his bottle ready?"
Lucifer shrugged alright.
She picked the baby up from the couch and walked over to him. "Here Tristan. Keep Grandpa company for a little bit."
Lucifer took the infant from his daughter. He smiled as he held the baby. "I thought we talked about that name."
Persephone looked at him. "My son is not calling you "Sexypa."'
"But I am the sexy one."
"Dad." She whined before heading out of the room to the kitchen.
For a moment the Devil sat with a baby on his lap. The baby stared up at him. Lucifer was pleased that his grandson looked so much like him. "You are going to beat the ladies off with a stick, aren't you Tristan." The baby made a babbling noise. He wrinkled his little nose and looked like he was about to cry. "Shh. Mummy will be back with breakfast."
"Oh how cute. I didn't know you had a baby." A young voice came from his bedroom. He looked up at the second young lady who had spent the night with him. She walked over and leaned down. "I love babies."
Lucifer held Tristan a little closer to him. He smiled at her. "This is my grandson, Tristan."
"Grandson? Wow. You don't look old enough."
The Devil chuckled. "I'm a lot older than I look, darling."
"Can I hold him?" She asked.
"I don't think so." Persephone's voice broke in. "Who knows where your hand, have been." She had the bottle in one hand. Her dark eyes glaring at the other woman.
The young woman stood up and glared. "Excuse me?" She turned back to Lucifer. "Who is this?"
He sighed. "My daughter."
"Yeah. His daughter. Sorry I am not real keen on allowing random women to touch my son."
"Persephone, quit being rude." He looked down at Tristan. "Mummy, is grumpy this morning."
"I'm not grumpy." She argued.
Lucifer ignored her. "Yes, she is. Mummy is grumpy," He said is playful silly tone. The baby just smiled and laughed. "See, Tristan thinks so too." He held out his hand to her. "I'll feed him."
"I got it Dad."
He just insisted. "I can feed him, child. I fed you." Persephone handed him the bottle. The baby was hungry. Lucifer was remiss to admit he was quite fond of his grandson. Why wouldn't he be? The child had his curly black hair and dark almost black eyes. It must really bother the in-laws that their grandchild resembled the Devil.
Persephone sat on one of the couches. His overnight guest, whose name he couldn't remember sat nearby. He could see his daughter seething at the young woman. "Whatever you need to say, say it Persephone."
"I have nothing to say, Dad." She eyes the other young woman.
"Oh come on. You are wanting to say something about what I did last night with this woman."
"Bridget." The young woman said. "My name is Bridget."
"Yes. Bridget." He nodded. His eyes still mostly focused on the baby in his arms. "It's not like I didn't hear you and your husband getting it on last night."
"Dad!" Persephone said. "But- "
"But what?" He sighed. "Let's not start an argument. You are here to enjoy your anniversary."
"Fine." She folded her arms and leaned back on the couch.
"Now, I know you are here on vacation. But I would you mind cooking breakfast. You are really good at it. I have been craving it."
She stood up. "Okay." She walked out of the room as her muscle bound husband walked in. He wore only shorts and no shirt. The Devil watched as they kissed and spoke in hushed tones. The baby still drinking way at the bottle.
Bridget stood up. "I got to go. Thank you Lucifer." She put on her shoes and walked towards the elevator. Checking out Bryan.
Bryan smiled at her and then turned to his father-in-law. "Morning Lucifer." He sat on one of the couches.
"Bryan." Was his only response. His attention returned to the baby.
"How did Persi, talk you into feeding Tristan?"
He tried to keep his smile. He wanted to scowl. He hated it when people called her "Persi." That wasn't her name. He looked up at Bryan. "She didn't." He said smoothly. Trying his best to keep the irritation out of his voice.
"I thought you didn't care for kids." Bryan was full of questions this morning.
"I don't normally. But I can make exceptions for family." He looked at Bryan. He always seemed a little nervous around him. "You can help yourself to espresso. It's some of the finest you can buy."
Bryan stood up and walked over to the machine. He eyed the urn on the piano for a moment before making his way there. Lucifer looked up at the urn. The gold was gleaming in the rising sun. He wanted to believe that was Isaiah's way of saying hi. But he knew his son was gone. He wasn't in Hell. His soul was gone. It ceased to exist. He sighed. Looking down at Tristan. The bottle was empty so he set it down and placed the baby on his shoulder.
Bryan sat back down with a cup. "Tristan really likes you. He isn't that calm around my dad."
"I can imagine." Lucifer responded snidely. Hank Lockhart didn't come off as a very loving man. Despite being a self-proclaimed family man. Lucifer remembers his few encounters with the man. Judgmental and chauvinistic. He bossed his daughter around like a servant. That did not sit well with the Devil. His daughter was not someone's maid.
Persephone appeared with a plate of food and cup of juice. She set it down on the coffee table. "Here Dad. I'll take Tristan."
"Fine." Lucifer reluctantly handed the baby back to his mother. He picked up the plate of food. Oh it was wonderful. His daughter could cook.
She and Bryan disappeared into the kitchen. Bryan walked out a few minutes later with food. He sat down and dug in. The two sat in silence as they ate.
"Persi and I are taking Tristan to the zoo. You want to come?"
Lucifer shook his head. "No, that's quite alright. I have to take care of some things." He didn't want to let on that he was planning a party for them. A fancy catered affair. He hadn't been at their wedding and he wanted to make up for it. He even hired a sitter for the baby.
Persephone appeared a minute later. She had put on some nice clothes for once. Lucifer was pleased. His daughter was far too beautiful to hide behind baggy shirts and old jeans. She smiled and it reminded him of her mother.
After breakfast they all got dressed. Everyone was riding down in the elevator. Persephone and Bryan were chatting. Lucifer was lost in his thoughts. The elevator dinged and they stepped out into Lux. The club was empty save for a few workers cleaning. They noticed a short pudgy man approaching. Lucifer was irritated. This man was not an employee. What was he doing in here?
The man stopped in front of them. "Sorry. I am looking for Persephone Morningstar-Lockhart."
Persephone looked skeptically at the man. "Yeah? Can I help you?"
"Oh Ms. Morningstar or is it Lockhart? Anyways I have come all the way from New York." He held out some to her. She just stared at them
"What's this all about?"
"I'm an attorney. These are legal documents." He pushed the papers towards Persephone. She handed Tristan to Bryan. Lucifer saw her expression darken as she read them. The attorney nodded. "Well, I am headed back out. My number is there if you have questions."
Lucifer looked over at his daughter. He could feel her anger rising. Tears in her eyes. "Darling, what is it?"
"Some lady is claiming to be my sister. She is suing me for my money."
"What?" Bryan exclaimed. He turned to Lucifer. "She doesn't have a sister, does she?"
Lucifer threw up his hands. "Not from me." He put his hand on his daughter's shoulder. "We'll figure this out. Okay." He looked her in the eyes. He was trying to calm her down. "Now, I'll go talk to someone about this. You three go have fun at the zoo. Okay?"
She nodded. He hugged her. "Thanks Daddy." She smiled and turned to her son and husband. "Let's go. See you later."
Lucifer smiled as they left the club. He looked down at the papers. He knew where to seek help. No one was going to make his daughter cry and get away with it. He buttoned his jacket and headed for his car.
Author's Note: Yeah that was long and a lot of dialogue and rambling. Trust me. I am going somewhere with this. Hopefully you'll like it. I mean how cute is Lucifer with Tristan?