HELLSPAWN

Chapter 25- Caticus Morningstar

A/N: Hey ya'll. This note is mostly for my reference, because I can't keep track of timelines and I keep having to go back to change things to line up. I'm sure I've forgotten some thing's, no doubt leaving people confused.

Also, if you're confused about the Benny/Caticus thing I apologize. For some Damn reason I really like the name Caticus and the idea of Lucifer having a kid with a name that no one in their right name would name a child, but Benedict being his middle name, obviously Trixie- and other's- would opt to call him Benny, Yeah? Maybe not, ha.

So At this time, Trixie is still 10, nearley 11 though, I believe. Chloe is six and a half months (26 weeks) pregnant, and it's the Twin's birthday. Let's Celebrate.

Chloe is grumpy and in pain, causing Lucifer to feel guilty.

Caticus learns some manners through Lucifer's approach to parenting.

*December 11*

"Love you can't-" Lucifer met Chloe's eyes with an exasperated sigh. "Okay I'm not telling you you can't, but you shouldn't. Not like this," he ran his hands through his dishevelled hair. He hadn't had a chance to put any product in it yet. He stands, leaning against the doorframe to their bedroom in his black jeans, and t-shirt an obvious discomfort to his usual attire. But he had taken Ella's advice about not wearing a suit to a one-year-old's birthday party. Or two, one-year-old's, in their case.

She sent a glare his way before going back to glaring at herself in the mirror.

The minute she had become six months pregnant, she had been, not exactly bed-ridden, but homebound. She had spent over a week communicating to Brown through Lucifer, the lieutenant seemingly unable to pick up a phone. Eventually, they had come to the conclusion that she could work from home. There was really no point in her coming in just to sit at her desk all day anyways, especially when she had two babies, a preteen and was in excruciating pain most of the time

Lucifer was currently fussing over her want- no, need- to be present at the party. Originally, They had planned to hold it at LUX. Close it down for the day, have their friends and family over so that they didn't have to sacrifice their home to the chaos. However, with Chloe being hard up for energy, they had moved it to their living room. She couldn't believe- actually she could- that he was arguing with her about this.

"Chloe," he tried again. "You need more help walking than the spawn do."

It was true. Their kid's had passed every damn milestone early, and with flying colours. They understood basic words, and could say quite a few themselves. They walked with little to no stumbles or falls, Caticus had even learned to jump with his wings; meaning if he jumped on the spot and brought his wings out, he would hover for a few seconds longer than his brother. Max hadn't quite figured it out yet. He was slightly slower in development, but still well ahead of where Trixie had been at his age, but of course with wings.

"All I'm saying is..." he sighed, he couldn't deny her attending their children's party in their own home. Maybe he was worrying a bit too much. "If you're too tired, you need to go back to bed," he said finally.

"Fine," she agreed.

She wasn't surprised to find their living room full of their friends as Lucifer helped guide her down the stairs. Her eyes landed on Linda, the therapist's expression soft and genuine, with worry seeping through her subtle smile. Great. She had all of her friend's worried about her for no reason. Just great.

"Chloe! You look so.... Good," Ella's sentence lost strength as she struggled for something positive to say.

Chloe bit the inside of her cheek, suppressing a glare. Lucifer's shoulders shook beside her, he was laughing. Why was he- Her eyes followed his.