Devil May Care - Deckerstar

Chapter 19: To forgive and not forget

Waking up the next morning was nothing short of disorienting. Chloe's alarm never went off at six thirty like it would Monday through Friday, or maybe it did, but neither of them bothered to listen to it and actually wake up. The knowledge that there was a whole day ahead of them had been buried under their subconscious minds as they slept like a pair of logs on a bed; skin to skin, legs tangled together and with no intention of ever letting go.

The alarm that did wake them up went off a little more than half an hour later, with a sound neither of them were ever able to ignore. As the baby monitor on Chloe's nightstand lit up with the image and sound of their baby crying, both pairs of eyes blinked wide open and alert.

Neither of them was genuinely surprised to wake up next to the other. There weren't pieces slowly falling into place about the night before, no. Everything was fresh and vivid in their minds, and for once, they could live with that fact. So, when Clover woke up at seven something in the morning and cried for the attention of one of her parents, the awkwardness of it all was bluntly ignored.

"I'm getting her," Lucifer said, still half asleep and completely naked; his morning wood not going by unnoticed by the detective.

He stood up and nakedly made his way towards the nursery, ignoring the fact that there was a nine-year-old in the house, and just responding to his instinctive need to provide for his baby.

In the master bedroom, Chloe sat up on her bed and yawned; messy, wavy, unruly hair framing her face and making it clear she had just woken up, and hadn't slept much. It took her three deep breaths and about ten seconds of staring at nothing in particular to come to terms with the events of the night before, and it only made the satisfied look on her face grow larger, as a smile now painted her plump lips. That was short lived, though, all before her mind could come into contact with the implications their actions entailed. Her face wouldn't lie as it dropped slightly, far too aware of said implications to let the bliss of getting laid show.

Completely unrelated to the slight feeling of shame and the tinge of unease because she didn't know where she stood regarding her relationship with the devil, she found herself at one of her most uncomfortable moments in her entire life as a mother. It took Lucifer less than a minute to pick their two-month-old and bring her to the master bedroom, but in said minute Chloe noticed just how big and engorged her breasts had become overnight, and their tenderness was almost unbearable. The feeling was all too similar to how she felt the day she went to work and forgot her pump, but worse, even.

"For Dad's sake, there's no need to scream bloody murder, Clover. You're just hungry, not dying," Lucifer said as he waltzed into the room, getting back into bed with his daughter in his arms in one swift motion. The warmth his body had left from the night before could still be felt on the bed sheets. "Honestly, we would have appreciated it if you had slept through the night when we first came home. You had us looking like the walking dead for a while," he commented, cradling her close as he used only the bed sheets to cover himself from the waist down. "For the love of... What happened to you?"

Lucifer's eyes shamelessly diverted down to Chloe's naked breasts, which made the detective reach for her oversized t-shirt at the foot of the bed and throw it on quickly. He could have sworn he had fallen asleep when Chloe was a 34D, but he would bet money on the fact that her cup size was now a double D at the least, maybe even larger. Not that he was complaining, not at all, but Chloe's semblance had a tinge of uncomfortableness, which he could only assume came from having her breasts go up a size overnight.

"She slept through the night." Chloe said simply, reaching out to grab her daughter and put her to her breast as quickly as she could, wanting to rid herself of the discomfort. Clover latched on with ease, and both of them felt immediate relief. Chloe, however, grabbed a hands-free silicone pump for her other breast because she wasn't willing to spill any milk on her bed sheets or duvet. "Actually, it's the first time she ever does," the detective noted, looking down at her little girl as she ate desperately.