Iris

18. Lists and Lies

Chloe drove herself back to her apartment - after listening to and ignoring Lucifer's protests - to change out some clothes and check to make sure everything was okay.

Maze had been left in charge of the apartment in her absence after all.

Honestly, the apartment wasn't destroyed, but it wasn't spic-and-span the way Chloe and Trixie had left it either. With an extended sigh, Chloe did what she came to do.

After waddling back down the stairs, she saw the drawer that she kept the spare paper and pens in slightly ajar. It reminded her of the task she told herself she had mentally set aside to do later: come up with Cadance-Melody-Iris names to share with Lucifer.

Glancing at a clock, she figured that she had time to sit and think. She wasn't supposed to be back at the penthouse for dinner for another hour, so she probably had forty minutes or so to play around with names.

Chloe sat down at the breakfast bar after grabbing a small piece of scrap paper and a black pen. She set her phone, her gun, and badge next to her just in case of the angelic ambush Lucifer was so bent out of shape about.

Cadance Melody

Melody Cadance

Iris Candance

Cadance Iris

Chloe kept writing so many combinations of the three names, eventually throwing all three together of out indecision and frustration. Would giving her daughter two middle names be weird? Maybe not; Chloe knew a few people with two middle names. Taking the few she liked (three in fact) she started seeing what they sounded like with Morningstar, since they decided months ago that they would be giving her that name.

She kept trying, but then realized that she was almost out of time. With a huff, she pushed herself out of her chair and grabbed her keys, phone, etc., taking the paper last.

Call it fate, destiny, coincidence, God, whatever, but for one reason or another, Chloe's eyes just happened to fall onto one of the name combinations she tried.

She knew.

This was it. This was the one! This was their daughter's name. It was just...perfect! Chloe felt an attachment to this particular name, similar to what she felt when she came up with Trixie's name. It was the perfect combination of everything they liked and wanted in the name. She could see in her mind's eye a happy little girl with shiny dark hair (or maybe even blonde, who knows?!) answering to this name when Chloe called her. She couldn't wait to get home and tell Lucifer.

***

It was a beautiful September day in Los Angeles, and Amenadiel and Linda had the idea to take their son to the park after Linda got off work, and spend the evening together as a family.

Linda watched from the bench, taking a few pictures here and there, as Amenadiel shadowed their toddling two year old around the playground as the boy talked to to other small children, himself, and his father as he played.

The little family was all smiles as Amenadiel took Charlie's hand and helped him walk up the stairs of the playground tower. Linda left the bench to wait at the base of a smaller slide with Amenadiel as Charlie slid down from the top.

The temperature wasn't too hot or too cold, which was odd for late September in L.A.. There was no current major stress on any of them. Everything was as it should be: happy and peaceful.

Or so Amenadiel thought.

He didn't realize, in keeping an eye on and playing with his son, that somebody was keeping an eye on him.