She's Got The Devil's Eyes - Deckerstar (Completed)

Chapter XXIX

Sleep? What was that?

Chloe and Lucifer had managed to sleep for around two hours in total, feeling too in love with their newborn angels to care about sleep deprivation. They dozed off a couple times in between feeding and staring at their children as if they'd hung up the moon, and they really didn't care that they hadn't slept because they were far too interested in getting to know their little winged-angels. The twins were only a couple of hours old, but they could already feel how time slipped through their fingers, so they had to take them in as much as humanly (and celestially) possible.

They inspected the little bumps on the newborns' backs, looking at them and touching them with the utmost care because Lucifer knew they could be very sensitive. The skin wasn't broken because their wings had never been out in the open yet. When they did come out, the skin would just heal back up again. They were so excited to see how beautiful their wings were, and to see if they were anything like Lucifer's.

Chloe, surprisingly, didn't feel as sore or as miserable as she felt after the epidural had worn off when she had Trixie. Her body seemed to be going back to being her own with more ease, possibly because of the celestial blood still running through her bloodstream, or maybe just because it was her second pregnancy. She couldn't quite put her finger on what it was, but she couldn't really complain. She was bleeding pretty heavily and her breasts hurt like never before, but at least she could get herself out of bed and go to the bathroom. Chloe was pleasantly surprised that after only ten hours postpartum, she was already able to walk, in stark comparison to the awful experience last time. In regards to what she looked like, well... she still looked pregnant, but her belly was deflating much more rapidly than in her last pregnancy. Overall,  the twins' birth had been a much more pleasant experience.

It was noon now, and they were running on two hours of sleep and a lot of oxytocin flooding their veins. Their bodies were slowly adapting to biologically satiate the needs of their children, be it as a food source or as a warmth and comfort source. They were so happy, though. Tired, so tired, but they couldn't complain.

"Lucifer, you have to learn how to change a diaper."

The issue at the moment was that August had taken the first crap of his life and someone needed to change his diaper and clothes. Chloe insisted that Lucifer needed to learn. They would be changing diapers for at least two years, so he might as well get started.

"Trixie and Dan will be here any minute now, and he has a diaper full of poop! You have to change him," Chloe insisted, to which Lucifer only pulled a face of disgust.

"But why can't you do it? You're much more experienced in this area," he whined, placing their son on the bed his mom was laying on and trying not to gag at the idea.

"Because we're going to be changing thirty plus diapers a day for the next couple of months and you have to learn how to wipe a butt other than yours." Lucifer's face was a permanent mask of disgust. He felt half nauseated and half scared that he might hurt his little boy. He had been the one to put on Claire's first diaper. While that was nowhere near what changing a dirty one would be, it was still something. Nevertheless, Chloe still wanted to get Lucifer started on diaper changing duty as soon as possible. "Besides, I'm kinda busy here," she looked down to her daughter, who was feeding from her and looking up with her round and dark eyes, though probably not able to see much. "You can't possibly be any cuter," she told her, slowly stroking her cheek with her thumb.

"Yes, well. It seems we're on our own, little guy," Lucifer told August, undoing the buttons on his onesie one-by-one and very carefully, still impressed by how tiny and fragile his children seemed to be. They could easily be stronger than any human who ever set foot on earth, but they still seemed so... breakable.