Chapter 2

Chloe's Pov

It has been a strange morning, after yesterday where I learnt that I am positively pregnant, I've decided to take this chance of a new normal. It was a shock, of course, but after a while it felt quite delightful because now this baby, that is part of Lucifer will always be with me. Making me feel ever so closer to Lucifer than before. There were no regrets and doubts that could reason my hopes and joy in raising this baby.

Straightaway, I began planning on what I need to do first before I could go into any of that baby business. After having breakfast and getting dressed in some blue jeans and a white, short sleeves top with a grey blazer on top, I drove down to the prescient as it is best to let my boss know about my pregnancy so they aware of the necessary stuff that I must do. Ever since Marcus, or Cain, left the LAPD department, a new lieutenant arrived to replace him, and Lieutenant Amber Miller is an older, Africa-American woman is probably the best lieutenant I have ever known.

Once I arrived at the precinct, I walked straight towards her office while trying to avoid myself from getting into other people's conversations like Ella because she would definitely be suspicious about my meeting with the lieutenant. When I reached to the office door and gently knocked on the glass surface and peaked my head through the entrance when I widen the door, "Lieutenant Miller, may I have a talk with you for a moment please?"

"Of course" the lieutenant gave me a welcoming smile as she waved her hand to the chair in front of her desk, offering me to sit down. Her deck is neat and tidy with some folders laid in the middle, large books on the right side along with a black pencil holder with a small American flag inside one the tubs, and on the left side are some photo frames of her family. I dashed inside the office and sat down on the chair in a straight, professional position with before Amber asked, "What can I do you for, Decker?"

I took a deep breathe in as I was suddenly feeling nervous when confronting my boss about the pregnancy, soon I gave her my answer, "Yesterday, I have recently found out that I was pregnant, ma'am."

I watched how the Lieutenant widen her eyes in deep surprise, but she quickly held up a delighted grin, "Oh, congratulation."

"Thank you" I smiled back.

"How far off?" Amber kindly questioned.

"Don't sure yet, ma'am" I answered, which reminds me that I've booked a doctor appointment later today to see how far I am and to check if the baby healthy and all.

"Are you here to discuss your maternity leave?" she asked as though she has just read my mind.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Right" Amber leaned down to her right side and slide open a desk draw. The lieutenant spread out some paperwork attached by stable pin, guessing they were about my maternity leave. Then she took out more attached papers on her clear desk, "And, you want to talk about some operational duties?"

"That too, ma'am."

"Alright" the lieutenant scanned over the papers she has in front of her, Amber neatly positioned them on top of each other, and noted, "Of course, your maternity leave may start whenever you wish until the eleventh week before the due date. And, I do require a twenty-eight days notice when you want to go on maternity leave."

"Understood" I nodded.

"And in the meantime, I suggest that you continued with your work as long as you have a partner, and perhaps stick to desk duties to decrease the risk for you and the baby" Amber carefully instructed, "That includes less fieldwork."

"Suits me" I agreed, now that I am pregnant it would be best for me to not out much during any dangerous situations while investigating a case. I don't think chasing after bad guys and getting caught by one isn't very safe for me and the baby.

"Great" Amber handed me over the short pile of papers, "Anything else?"

"No, thank you, Lieutenant" I gave a grateful grin while standing up and began walking towards the glass door.

"And Decker!" Amber called for me before I could manage to walk through the door. I stopped by the entrance and faced the lieutenant and she continued, "If you don't mind me asking, who's the father?"

"It's Lucifer Morningstar, ma'am" I answered. Speaking his full name send shivers and aches throughout my body

"Your cute consultant?" she questioned as I spotted the deep shock in the centre of her eyes. I wasn't surprised or offended by her comment of Lucifer as he tends to have that effect on people because if you could ask anyone in this precinct how to describe Lucifer, they would definitely give some positives statements about that devil.

"Yes, ma'am" I slowly nodded. I understood why Amber and other people would be shocked to know that Lucifer would be the father to my child because over the years they've known him to be a party animal, a ladies' man, or a guy's man.

"He's gone, isn't he?" hearing her next question was like feeling a small yet sharp knife stabbing through my wounded heart.

"Yes. To Britain" I answered with a sad smile, but the brave tone of my voice camouflaged sorrowful mood, "But, it's all in good hands lieutenant."

Fortunately, the lieutenant fell for my words, or maybe Amber didn't and perhaps she just put some faith in me. Once I took a foot out from her office, I deeply exhaled sucking in lots of oxygen to cool down my nerves. Now that I am secure with my work life, I must see what I need to do in my personal life too.

"Hey, what was that all about?" Dan suddenly popped out of nowhere and walked beside me.

"Oh, nothing really" I lied at first, but then I regretted it.

I know Dan is having a hard progressing with Charlotte's death, so I first thought that him knowing about the pregnancy will anxious him deeply thinking that I will be in a difficult position if I am going to be raising this baby alone. But, Dan is a close friend of mine and I believed he deserved to know the truth so then in the future, Dan could help with anything as he knows these kinds of stuff for babies.

"Actually, Dan. Can we talk? Somewhere private" I asked.

"Sure" Dan replied, and I lead us to the shadowy interrogation room. After quietly closing the door. Dan positioned himself with his arms bend on both sides and his hands hanging on the edges of his hips, he patiently questioned, "So, what's up?"

"Well, um, something came up recently and I want to let you know, in case you may notice anything strange about me before" I started and straightaway I developed the same nervous feeling from before.

"Well, I noticed that your toilet needs a bit of refreshing" Dan joked with a light chuckle, I grew a small smile as he continued, "Since you have been vomiting for like a week."

I went completely quiet after he pointed out my morning sickness as Dan was saying it as a joke. Dan sensed some suspicion from my silence and asked, "Chloe?"

"Dan, I'm pregnant" I revealed the truth and I watched his pale face shift into a shock of horror.

"What?" he took a step back like a shock wave just drained his strength and making Dan feel like he was about to faint. His baffled eyes started to dart from the different sides of the floor until they meet mine and he speechlessly stuttered, "Wait, we didn't…"

"Oh no, no, no. Of course, not" I gasped, I made a cringe and a confused look on my face when Dan said those last words because he knew, same as I, that we haven't slept together for years.

"Then who?" he questioned and I was about to answer until I noticed Dan's jaw dropped and it clued me that he already figured out it. Then he started shaking his head and spoke in a displeasing tone, "Oh, no. No. No. No. No. No. Don't tell me it's Lucifer"

I narrowed my eyes in an offensive shock, "Why not?"

"Because he's… you know" I felt some rage boiling from the low tone of Dan's voice.

"No, I don't. Tell me" I replied in a low and demanding tone.

"He's so egoistic… so destructive" Dan began explaining but his dramatic words were only just puzzling me even more.

"With what?"

"Charlotte" Dan answered, I felt his heart sank into a tar pool of depression and wrath. I could view his wrath spreading on his face at the thought of Charlotte's blood was on Lucifer's hands.

"Charlotte?" I questioned, at the same time my mind started brainstorming about why Dan is so furious at Lucifer and why he thinks it's Lucifer's fault that Charlotte is dead.

"Okay, Dan I understand that you are still upset, I really do. And, I am always here if you need me" my voice became calmer because if I continued arguing in an aggressive way then it will increasingly piss off Dan. I reached my right hand out and softly touched the edge of his arm and quietly spoke, "But, what happened to Charlotte was not Lucifer's fault."

"Oh, come on, Chloe! It's Lucifer for God's sake!" he wiped his arm away from my touch. Dan developed a 'fed-up' look on his face as he listened to those words before 'It wasn't Lucifer's fault' and Dan was sick of it. He slightly shakes his head and Dan started to truculently explain, "He makes deals with criminals, he's a guy who sleeps with women and dumps them like they were nothing. And now, Lucifer has left you alone."

I wanted to slap Dan across of his stupid face for saying those stupid things. Yes, Lucifer had his involvement with some criminal activities, and he has slept with thousands of women and men. But, Lucifer has changed and become a better man since the day we meet. Especially when Lucifer left me and the others so we could all be protected from the demons. It was highly unfair for Dan to accuse Lucifer of abandoning us for his own selfish reasons.

Dan asked, "Did he left when he found about your pregnancy?"

"Lucifer doesn't even know about it" I noted.

"Well, it makes sense, though, I mean he's an arrogant, spoiled, party animal man. And, the moment he finds out that something has happened that he was entirely responsible for, he suddenly ran off without saying a word" Dan growled.

My mouth became dry as a desert as I gasped at how Dan used those kinds of words as his defence. I mockingly chuckled, "Wow."

"What?"

"There are many things I could describe you, Dan, but I never thought of you as a hypocrite until now" I snarled as I stepped forwards closer to Dan. His lips were glued together as it was true that Dan was being a hypocrite because the small parts he described Lucifer was exactly how I would use to describe Dan. For example, when Trixie was little, Dan was putting himself into work so he could avoid the responsibility of being a parent.

"I don't know why you are so pissed off at Lucifer when he isn't the original villain of this fantasy story of yours" my voice became calmer because from my view Dan was acting like he was having a tantrum and he's blaming his problems on someone innocent. I nicely advised, "But truthfully I think you should talk to Linda."

Thought it was the best time for me to end this weird conversation, so I began walking towards the exit door. When I pressed my hand against the cold steel door and was about to push the door open, Dan called out his last question, "Does Trixie know?"

"I'm going to tell her night" I explained my plans, then I turned my head around halfway and faced Dan with a harsh gaze darting directly at him and ordered, "Don't say a word"

I exited out of the interrogation room fast enough before Dan could have a chance to talk back, leaving him alone in the shadowy room. Quickly walked away to the staircase while growling behind my sealed lips, I couldn't actually believe what Dan just said in front of me. How he points the finger so easily and deliberately at Lucifer? I understood that Lucifer has been picking on Dan since the day they meet by name-calling or making jokes about him or stealing Dan's pudding. But, Dan truly believes that Lucifer is the reason that Charlotte's body is stone-cold dead and her soul is gone to Heaven. That is utterly way too far.

My doctor's appointment was scheduled for later today, so I still have plenty of time. Linda told me earlier that she was going to take baby Charlie for a walk into the park, so I asked if I meet her there and we could talk. The park was quiet with lots of people passing by; couples holding hands, people running for some exercise, and parents take their kids for a walk or play, like Linda. The weather is all hot and sunny, perfect for the little children to play around in the playground.

Linda was sitting on a wooden beach with Charlie resting in his tram while sucking on his blue dummy. I walked along the flat pathway, feeling the warm sunshine kissing on the side of my cheeks and touching at the back of my blonde hair. I reached to the bench and sat down next to Linda, "Hi Linda."

"Hey" Linda smiled at my arrival.

"Hello, Charlie" I cooed with a wide grin as I softly rubbed his belly which caused the baby to make his cute moans.

"How are you?" Linda asked.

"Good, got a doctor's appointment" I stated feeling relief that when I will see the doctors they will inform me the right answer about how far I am in this pregnancy and to see if everything in my womb and the baby is good or healthy.

"That is good" Linda was glad that I was getting everything in order with this pregnancy,

"How's Charlie?"

"Ah, he greats. Just need him to get to sleep now and then" Linda mentioned. I remembered how Trixie when she was a newborn, used to keep me up all night with her loud cries.

Then, the conversation between Dan I from earlier suddenly came back to me, and I thought that Linda, as an open-minded therapist, might have some thoughts about his strange behaviour. Therefore, I changed the subject, "You know something odd happened with Dan today."

"Odd how?"

"Odd as in being a jerk about Lucifer. Saying things about him, like today he said that Lucifer was the reason Charlotte is dead" I explained with a puzzled look on my face, "I didn't know where the hell all of that came from, and I don't know why he was saying those things."

Linda was quiet for a short moment as she floated her gaze down to the ground, I pulled my focus on baby Charlie at the time, I unnoticed that Linda raised her head as something popped in her head.

"I think I do" she suddenly replied which made my head shifted fast to face her and waited for Linda to explained more about what she really meant.

"A few days back, I came to see how he was doing. He was still upset, of course, but then Dan changed his mood from being quiet and sad to growling beneath his breathe. When I mentioned Lucifer, he didn't seem too happy" Linda started. However, that still didn't answer my question about Dan although I acknowledged the fact that Dan has been pretty angry at Lucifer since probably the day he left.

"You know there are five stages of grief, first is denial, then anger, then bargain, next is depression, and finally acceptance" Linda explicated as a therapist she understands these kinds of emotions, as she continued, "I think Dan is in that second stage, he's dealing his grief in rage and in doing so by blaming it on someone. Perhaps Lucifer is an easy target for Dan because Lucifer isn't here for Dan to say or do things to him."

"I understand" I nodded my head as I reflected back on what Dan said before to what Linda was saying now, until I slightly shook my head, "Still, it's wrong in a way."

"I know, but have you ever felt so angry that you blamed it on someone who didn't deserve it" Linda's question gave a sudden shock wave down my spine. Making my mind began to wonder about when I was ever feeling so angry in the same way Dan was feeling now.

I recalled back the most saddest and cruellest memory I have in store, I didn't have to give a moment thought to answer, "When my dad died, I punched a paparazzo who actually deserved it. But, if I have to be honest, I distanced myself from my mum because we were already on rocky terms before his death."

"I think I blamed her at first, thinking that if she hasn't pushed me into becoming an actress and let me act in that stupid movie. Then, my dad wouldn't have gone to get the tickets and go to that shop where he was shot" my voice was gradually breaking down into depression.

I remembered the sad moments like I was rewatching an old film, where I was nineteen and at home with my mum during a peaceful night till the police arrived at our house. At first, I thought dad was having a gathering at home with his police pals, but my dad wasn't there which raised some eyebrows. The police who were there finally explained that they found my dad shot dead in the shop. My mum's heart and mine were torn into a billion little pieces and we couldn't stop crying all night knowing that the man we both loved so dearly was taken away from our lives forever.

Still a young adult at the night, I guess at that time I thought my anger would be settled if I had someone to blame. Believed my mother was an easy target because we didn't really have a good boned relationship unlike what I had with my dad. Making up stupid reasons to blames leads me to make up excuses for not wanting to be with her at times.

Yet, I looked deeper underneath the surface, I concluded about how I really felt and I was ready to uncover it. I continued, "But then, I realised at that moment that I was blaming her when in truth I was blaming myself."

Holding back my confession was like holding back sharp knives down my throat, releasing was as slicing those knives easily out from my mouth in a painful way. Linda held a recognisable gaze, probably from her previous sections with other patients with these kinds of problems or maybe she has experienced it herself in some way. Her right hand reached out to cover over my left hand, feeling from her warm touch slowly calmed me down before I was almost confused with my past sorrows and regrets. Linda spoke in a calm and reassuring tone, "That's exactly what Dan is going through now. But, in time he will come to learn to accept the fact that it wasn't his fault or Lucifer's."

"Has he been working on the funeral?" Thankfully, Linda changed the subject because if I have kept on thinking about my father's death, I might have released a few tears.

"Yeah, I think he's helping with Elliot about it" I answered, thinking that Dan would be working with Charlotte's ex-husband, Elliot Richards for the funeral, "I told Dan about the money Lucifer has saved, but I don't think he would take it."

"Dan will be scarred for Charlotte's death, but it doesn't mean that the wound won't heal. He just needs time" Linda generously counselled as she softly rubbed the side of my arm, and I accepted her advice with a simple nod and a thankful grin. Charlie started to make some fussy noises which just makes him even more adorable and that sweet view of him melts our hearts.

Soon, it was time for my doctor's appointment as I was anxious from the start of the journey till the end because my mind was non-stop wondering about what this baby could be. Like, what if the doctors would suspect something unusual in my womb, but I remembered that Linda had no problem when she was pregnant with Charlie, nothing supernatural happened to her so it won't probably happen to me either. Thankfully, there was no need for me to worry about the baby getting wings in my womb or anything.

The patient room in the hospital was half crowded with women and men, a few women who are likely pregnant like me except younger which already made me feel slightly awkward. I was sitting silently alone while watching young couples comforting each other as they were anxious too about their appointment. Seeing them all together has made me developed a sense of loneliness inside my sore heart. But, I reminded myself that when I won't be alone because I have my family to help me, and most importantly I have this baby as a new member of the family. Having this baby will make me feel closer to Lucifer even though he isn't here, feel his warmth, his love, his everything.

"Chloe Decker?" a young nurse in blue walked into the patient room and loudly called out my name.

"That's me!" I quickly stood up.

"Doctor Moore will see you now" she mentioned so I began following the nurse as she led me to one of the examination rooms.

I entered inside the room and found an older, female, Indian doctor sitting down by a computer on the other side of the room. Doctor Moore was dressing in a white coat with a cyan shirt beneath with her long, black hair tied back in a low tony tail and a stethoscope wrapped around her neck. The doctor stood up when she spotted me stepping inside the room, she held a welcoming grin, "Hello Chloe"

"Hi" I replied as I closed the door behind me.

"Please, sit" she lifted her arm and her hand pointed to the bed that stands by the side of the room. I followed her order and sat down on the edge of the bed, Doctor Moore asked, "Is this your first time?"

"No, I had one child before" I answered.

"Ah, how old?"

"Eleven."

"Is your partner not here today?" she asked, and my face slowly melted away my friendly grin and slightly revealed some sadness hidden from my eyes. I sensed how Doctor Moore caught some of that sadness and gasped, "Sorry, I shouldn't…"

"No, it's fine. He's…" I cut in, didn't want the doctor to feel sympathy, "He's isn't here. It's a bit complicated."

Doctor Moore nodded as she understands that I didn't want to talk about the baby's father. Then, the doctor grabbed a clipboard with some papers attached on top with questions written on them, and Doctor Moore started questioning, "So, Chloe, you know how it starts, I need your medical history. Are you allergic to anything?"

"No."

"Have you ever serious injuries?"

"I'm a detective, so I have experienced some injuries. I've been shot in the shoulder and poisoned then cured" I answered, then I wondered to myself about I ever managed to survive through those crazy injuries.

"Right. And, when was the last time you had your period?"

"I think I've missed mine early this March" I guessed because I remembered when I began having morning sickness and I soon recalled that I didn't have my period before that.

After answering the doctor's questionnaire, Doctor Moore did a quick check on my blood pressure. Then she instructed me to lay down on the bed as she was going to do a physical exam; where she first did a pap smear to check for any disease-related problems inside my womb, then checked the size of my uterus. This helped Doctor Moore to calculate how far along I am at the moment.

I waited for a long while resting comfortably on the bed, getting a nervous feeling running it down throughout my entire body. At the right time, the doctor swings herself around in her spinning chair by her computer desk with the final result papers gripped in her hands. My fingers began to anxiously fiddle with each other, feeling a little bit of sweat running down the back of my neck and my breathing became slightly faster than usual.

"Okay, Chloe, so according to the results, you are at least two weeks" she informed me and I tried to evoked back to when Lucifer and I both had sex and it was probably the moment when we actually made the baby. I guessed it was before Linda gave birth to Charlie.

Doctor Moore continued, "We will do an ultrasound when you've reached two months and a sonographer when you've reached four months."

"Great" I held a pleasing grin, happy that I have gained some good facts about the pregnancy now.

"Any questions?"

"Nope. Thank you, doctor" I stood up and firmly shook her hand before exiting the room.

I walked out of the room feeling completely relieved and delighted that there is no problem with the baby or anything about me. Continued strolling down the quiet hallway planning on heading straight back home, until I suddenly stopped as something made my leg stop and stuck still to the floor. Twisted my body around as I stood outside of a bright and embellishing baby show and through the glass wall where there was a shelf hanging up little, cute baby clothes. Got me thinking about my own baby wearing those clothes, how it would adorable to relive the precious times getting your child into their own first clothes.

But, that's not what caught my attention but in fact was a small top with the words printed on the front side, "Best Big Sister." I remembered how people give their kids these presents and surprise them about the pregnancy. Looking at that top now, made me brainstorm an idea of getting Trixie and surprise her with the pregnancy, I mean I am going to have to tell her after all. So, perhaps this would be a nice surprise for Trixie, so I entered inside the nice and bright shop and bought that top in a decorated, blue bag.

Hours later when Trixie arrived home from school, she started her usual routine of completing her homework quickly so she would have enough time to do her stuff like drawing or watching T.V. I sat on the kitchen wide counter vaguely reading over the paperwork about having your maternity leave. However, I couldn't stop my eyes from wandering off the white pages and stare across the room at Trixie as I promised myself that I must tell her about the baby. Felt like I have a ticking bomb stuck in my stomach, and every second passed and increasingly raisin my fretful heart at an anxious pace.

I dropped the papers flat the wooden surface and walked over to my daughter at the small, round table by the corner of the room, sitting myself down next to Trixie on another chair to see her face to face and asked, "Hey, Monkey can we talk?"

"Sure" she dropped her pen and pulled her full focus on me.

"Honey, you know when two people really love each other, sometimes they can make a family of their own" I started on a reassuring path for Trixie to follow so she wouldn't get lots so soon and easily.

"Like having babies?" she was getting the right idea, at least we're heading in a similar direction.

"Yeah" I nodded before I carried on, "And you know that Lucifer and I dated a while back."

Trixie nodded with a small smile; it looked half happy because she knew I was happy when dating Lucifer, but her grin also looked half sad because now Lucifer is gone and she's upset for me being alone. I thought the present would lighten up the mood as my hands grabbed the bag handles and lift them over on top of the table. I felt Trixie amused eyes straightaway focus on the pretty, blue bag so I slide the bag over to her side, "Well, today I went and got you something."

Trixie didn't wait for a second to reach over and grabbed the bag over to her. She pulled out the pink short-sleeved top and unfolded it to read the printed words, "Best Big Sister?"

"Sister? Me?" she gave me a complex stare as she dated her focus back and forth from the top to me.

"Do I have… Am I going to have a…" Trixie was a smart girl and I knew she would have somehow figured out the puzzle.

I exhaled a deep breathe before giving away the whole truth, "Trixie, I'm pregnant."

"Really?" she gasped in a half-whisper, and I nodded in return. Truthfully, I didn't know what to expect, I've seen some reaction videos of parents revealing to their kids about the pregnancy, and half of those videos recorded their kids screaming or crying in not wanting another sibling. I would understand if Trixie gets upset about the pregnancy because most kids don't like to share their parents or stuff in their lives. But, I prayed that Trixie would be somewhat okay with it, hopefully.

I waited a short while before Trixie sparkled a beamy smile on her face, "Cool!"

A small relief grin bloom on my face as I lightly chuckled, "You're not mad?"

"No, this is great because I'm going to get a sibling" Trixie sounded so thrilled than ever before, I sensed her excitement vibrating through her small body, "Is it a girl or a boy?"

"Not sure yet, monkey" I answered.

"Is Lucifer the daddy?" she asked.

"Yeah, Lucifer is the daddy" I was half surprised at Trixie's question when she wondered if the baby is Lucifer's instead of her dad's.

"This is perfect then" Trixie joyfully proposed.

I lowered my eyebrows in confusion, "Why?"

"Because, if we tell Lucifer about the baby then he will definitely come back, right?" she cheerfully explained.

My heart melted at Trixie's sweet suggestion but also ached at the same time knowing that it will hurt Trixie if I said that it's won't work. So, I replied, "That's an idea."

"But Trixie, you're sure about me having another baby because a baby will be noisy at the times, it will cry during night times" I warned her. Pointing out all the things a baby will do once we have it; it will cry at most nights, cry for milk and for hugs, pee and poo at unexpected times in expected places.

"That's okay. I'm usually awake at night with my ph…" her words slowly died when she realised that she has chosen the wrong words.

I raised an eyebrow wondering about what she was going to say, even though I knew that Trixie was going to say 'phone' because I have caught Trixie on her phone in bed during a school night. Trixie's face was painted in a pale colour when she felt my death stare sharply pointing at her, pressuring her to finish

Trixie managed to move her open jaw and an excuse escaped from her dry mouth, "…phobia of spiders."

"Hmm…" I hummed in disbelief, but I didn't care because I was too happy to hear that Trixie would be delighted to have a younger sibling.

"Monkey, I want you to know that even when we get this baby. It doesn't mean that I love you any less, okay" I leaned my head closer with my arm wrapped over her small shoulders to bring Trixie closer. We locked eyes

Within a split second, Trixie grew a small smile, "I know, mummy."

Deeply moved by how my little girl immediately trusted my words, I leaned in further and coiled my arms around Trixie and pulled her small body closer to mine. Her tiny head was tucked underneath the bottom of my chin and against the centre of my warm chest as my fingers slowly wave over her brown hair. I purred, "I love you, baby. So, so much."

"I love you too" Trixie whisper back, "Also, mum I don't want to share my room with the baby, if that's okay."

I laughed shortly at her small request, "Of course, we'll make space for the baby."

Trixie pulled her head away from my "We can live in the penthouse. There's plenty of room, and we can decorate it as a surprise when Lucifer returns."

"First of all, I don't think a penthouse at the top floor for a high building is safe for a baby, is it?" I excused which made Trixie rethink her point, before I gave her my second opinion, "Second, I also don't think he would like his home decorated with baby stuff without his permission."

"But are we going to move there when the baby?" Trixie questioned.

"Not sure" I replied with an honest answer because I haven't really been looking that far into the future, "Let's think about that later on, okay."

"Now homework" I instructed and Trixie moaned in a low, annoyed tone which made me lightly giggled at her reaction.

Later that night, once Trixie and I finished our dinner, it was time for Trixie to go to bed. After tucking her in, I finally have time and the entire, silent apartment to myself, now thinking out loud about what I need to do next. Sitting comfortably on my blue couch, I opened my laptop and searched up important stuff for me to buy before the baby's arrival; like a changing table, a baby carrier, baby clothing, a crib and so much more. Suddenly, I heard the front door opened and my heart thumped hard against my chest thinking it was a stranger. My eyes peeked over the edge of the couch and spotted Maze entering inside, seeing her face made me breathe calmly again.

"Maze, hey" I greeted her with a friendly grin, the demon looked a bit tired probably from hunting lots of bounties.

"How was the doctor's?" she asked.

"Great. I'm at least two weeks" I answered as I swing my legs over the side so that I was sitting in a straight position.

"Cool" she replied as she dropped her knives on the kitchen island, but I sensed some unhappiness hidden deep in the low tone of her voice,

"You okay?" I asked as I leaned around the corner to see Maze's face

"Yeah" she instantly answered, but I knew there was something else Maze isn't telling me. I didn't ask Maze as I know she can be secretive for personal reasons, so I kept my lips sealed. Then the demon slowly turned around and faced me as she leaned back against the counter, "Listen I know that I'm not family. But, I would like to help you out with the whole baby stuff because I don't want you to do it alone"

"Maze, of course, you're family. Trixie loves you, I love you. We all do" I confessed, even though Maze is a demon and possibly one of my strangest friends, I still take a bullet for her.

"And, I really apricate that you would help me out when the baby comes."

I could see Maze tried to hold back from cracking a gleeful smile, until she commented, "But, I won't do any of the shitty nappies stuff."

"That's okay" I agreed after a light chuckled. That's Maze, leaving all the none-fun parts to me, similar to how Lucifer used to be when he began working with me.

However, I was still picking a dispiriting vibe from the demon, I know Maze isn't the type of person who expresses or deal with emotions. So, I offered, "Hey, you know if there's anything else the matter, you can tell me."

Maze was ready to reaction emotionless and reply with the same old defence 'I'm same' or 'stop being so worried, Decker.' But, after a few seconds of silence, Maze managed to move her mouth and purred, "You know Eve."

A strong taste of bitter was swirled around in my mouth when Eve's name echoed to my ears. My fingers almost curved themselves into a fist when all of the bad memories I've had of her started to flood in my head. My mind began showing me the visions of when Eve kissed Lucifer behind my back, when she was trying to flirt with Lucifer even when I was close, then her confession of releasing both Father Kinley and Hell demons which nearly caused Charlie's demise. Her stupid actions also caused Lucifer's absence.

I exhaled in a deep breathe to calmly control my rage, and peacefully questioned, "What about her?"

"Well, when we hanged out, we had… well, I thought we had some kind of…" Maze was struggling to finish her sentence.

"Connection?" I suggested.

"Yeah. Sure" Maze didn't deny my guess.

At first, I was quite surprised to know that Maze actually has liking interest, especially for Eve, well I wasn't really surprised because I remembered that Maze had an interest in the fugitive, Ben Rivers. Nonetheless, I believe that there is always someone out there for everyone, that includes Maze. However, Maze was a ruthless and audacious woman with a lustful taste of danger, so it's shocking to know Maze would want to come out with a woman with a childish personality. But, I remembered that Maze told me that Eve, as the first woman, was also the first party girl.

"Well, why don't you ask her out?" I questioned, although I didn't really like the idea of seeing Eve again just yet as I already have enough things to progress like never seeing Lucifer again and the fact that I am pregnant.

"I tried but that was when she had that obsession with Lucifer, the prick" Maze angrily growled.

"And now, she's gone" Maze added, "Said that she has to go and find out who she really is."

Somehow, there was a small part of me that feels like I have misunderstood Eve, not with her childish and inappropriate behaviour from the past between Lucifer and I, but about her past perhaps. All we know was Eve was married to Adam since the beginning of creation, then she left Heaven to seek affection directly from Lucifer. As a detective, I suspected that maybe Eve didn't get much attention in her first marriage, and from what I've seen is that Eve has been working hard for herself to get Lucifer's attention. Almost like she would literally change herself or anything to get her man. So, I guess that Eve was looking for someone who gives her some happiness, affection or attention and now I think it's great that Eve is out doing something for herself and not for some man.

I stare up at Maze and could see the depression written on her face, it was the same, sad look that was developed on my face for days after Lucifer left us. Thinking that Maze and I are both in the same boat, we both have a huge hole in our hearts that needs to be fulfilling. Then an idea popped into my idea, "You know, now Lucifer is gone. I need to look for a new partner. Dan is sort of busy so if you like, we could work on murder cases together."

Maze held a questionable look at me, but when I gazed through her brown eyes, I could tell that Maze was picking up the same idea. Feeling please inside as Maze finally answered in a careless tone, "Sure."