Devil May Care - Deckerstar

Chapter 11: The devil has green eyes

"Are you excited we're picking your mum up from work?" The devil asked his daughter as he got her ready in a more presentable outfit. No one would ever say Lucifer Morningstar's daughter wasn't dressed to perfection.

The nine-week-old baby kicked her legs happily as her father tried to ease a short-sleeved onesie and some patterned, ruffled shorts on her, making his job just a little bit more difficult. She cracked a big smile and the devil felt weak in the knees.

Chloe's car had broken down two days ago and it would take around a week to get it fixed, which meant Lucifer had to take his sedan out of the garage and put it to good use. He had bought it a couple of months after arriving on earth when his Corvette had become slightly inconvenient on some occasions. Problem is, his car was manual and Chloe only knew how to drive automatic, which meant she needed to be dropped off at work and picked up. She hated the lack of independence, but both Lucifer and Clover secretly loved dropping her off and picking her up every day for a week.

"We're ahead of an exciting week for you, then," he concluded when his daughter just kept on kicking her legs. He put some socks and a headband on her, both with a bow on them, and deemed her presentable. "Please, don't crap yourself now, okay? Not until we get to the precinct, at least," she cooed just a bit, and Lucifer took that as an affirmative response.

He picked his daughter up with his right hand and grabbed the pre-packed diaper bag with the left, briefly stopping to think of how hilarious that image of himself must have been. Who would've thought?

Fastening her daughter on her carseat and taking a seat on the driver's side of his black, BMW M4 sedan, he drove towards the precinct to pick Chloe up, relishing in the tranquility that washed all over Clover whenever they were in a moving vehicle. Sometimes, mainly when the two-month-old got colic, going for a ride in the car would be the only way to make her fall asleep.

He drove towards the precinct with care, a thing he had learnt to do only once Clover became a part of his life. He would have never guessed driving without taking the speed limit into consideration would be as terrifying with a baby in the car.

He swiftly pulled over in Chloe's designated parking space and got a move on, fearing he'd be late when in reality, most of the time he would have to stick around until Chloe finished paperwork.

Walking into the precinct, even with a baby on his right arm and a diaper bag hanging from his left shoulder, felt just as exciting as it did back when he was still working. Greeting everyone, smelling the characteristic scent of burnt coffee and body odor had never felt so good, and the smile on his face was as genuine as it could possibly get.

"Samantha," he nodded his way through the front door, smiling back at the woman in the front desk before entering the bullpen. "Cacuzza," he greeted the rookie officer he knew liked to take occasional naps in the evidence room. He'd stop for baby cooing and greetings later. "Good afternoon, Detective," he twirled swiftly and leaned over the glass panel to the side of Chloe's desk, finding her with her nose buried in an unfathomable amount of paperwork. A new normal, one might say.

"Shit, it's already one?" And much like every day, the four hours Chloe was working weren't enough to get all her paperwork done.

"I was rooting for a warmer welcome, but hey. It is what it is," the devil teased and Chloe smiled up to him, feeling the usual cluster of butterflies flying around her stomach.

"Is that my baby?" She put on her slightly higher mom voice and reached for Clover, swiftly taking her from her father's arms and cuddling her. "Hi sweetie. Mommy missed you," she kissed her on the cheeks.

"Why of course, Detective. I would never lay my hands on a child not of your making. You never know where they've been," and while he was a father himself now, he still despised unknown children.