Iris

13. Amenadiel's Other Child

Friday came at an agonizingly slow pace.

Every time the topic of names came up, Lucifer shot down any suggestion Chloe gave and then he would change the subject immediately. It reminded Chloe of the vulnerability conversation they had oh-so-long ago; he avoided her like a weirdo out of fear or uncertainty. Chloe didn't know what was going through his head then, and she sure as hell doesn't know what's going through his head now.

Instead, she tried to focus on things she could control and made quick and sure decisions. She wasn't allowed to know too much about her "surprise" baby shower, but she did drop not-so-subtle hints to Linda and Ella about some things she still needed for the baby or could use more of. All of the safety necessities like a car seat, high chair, pack-and-play, bassinet, etc. were all taken care of and mostly put together. Lucifer didn't like how much Chloe was exhausting herself between a full day at work, mothering Trixie, and now being a handy-man and he definitely made his concerns known; Chloe made it very clear that she was very capable of putting things together. It's not like he couldn't physically do it, but boys were boys, human or not, so Chloe told herself, "If you want something done, you better do it yourself".

That afternoon, Lucifer and Chloe stopped to pick Trixie up from school on the way home from work.

New cases and paperwork had been piling up on them (mostly Chloe) from people who needed all this stuff done before she went on maternity leave in about ten weeks. Ten weeks was a long time, but that didn't keep anyone from stressing. With Lucifer's help - whether it really warranted his mojo or not, and most of the time without Chloe's permission - they were closing cases left and right. However, this meant that they were spending every moment of every day together, and Chloe was growing more and more agitated by his willingness to cut corners. 

Lucifer had moved in most of his belongings between Monday and Tuesday. Surprisingly, most of it was clothes. An obscene amount of clothes. Honestly, how many suits can one man have? However, there were also the more unprecedented things, like expensive alcohol, drug paraphernalia, and other...adult items.

"Lucifer!" Chloe scolded when she found the first of it, "You can't have this stuff lying around the house! You're going to be living with a thirteen year old and a baby. Both of whom can sneak into drawers and find this!"

"Detective, relax!" Lucifer scoffed, clearly not concerned in the least, "I'll be certain to keep both apparent-drug pillagers out of my stash, and, might I remind you, that you said that I could bring anything from my penthouse that would make this place more homey for me?"

Chloe pressed her lips into a fine line. She did say that. Although at the time, she was thinking more along the lines of clothes, shower things, pictures, and knick-knacks he held on to. Oh well, if this is the worst thing she has to deal with, then so be it. This might be as good as it's going to get now that she's living with the devil.

Trixie jumped in the backseat of Chloe's car, taking a double take at the scene in front of her and then brushing it off.

Lucifer had gotten into the habit of driving them around the past few weeks. With Chloe's growing middle, sitting squished in one place for a large amount of time was uncomfortable and painful at times, which really sucked for stakeouts. Normally, she loved driving and being in control, but at this point, she welcomed the break. Truth be told, letting Lucifer drive was absolutely terrifying most of the time because of his apparent need to bend the rules of the road. She would have to constantly remind him that he's driving an L.A.P.D. issued vehicle and he couldn't break any laws because of that fact. It made her extremely nervous for the days when the baby would be in back seat and she would have to sit back there with her, leaving Lucifer to drive.