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

Chapter XXXII

"Lucifer?" Much like every day of their lives, things were a little bit hectic. "Honey, I have to leave and I really want to make sure you can handle everything by yourself!"

Those had been the best five months of their lives.

Time had washed over them at such high speed it was difficult to keep up, and in the blink of an eye things had changed for the ultimate better. It felt as if it had been yesterday that Chloe and the twins got discharged from the hospital and got to come home, being welcomed by banners and glitter —all courtesy of their big sister—. They just blinked and their newborns started smiling, then trying to imitate the sounds coming from the people around them, and ultimately rolling over, making it more difficult to keep them at bay with every single day that passed by.

It was October 31st, 2020, and the twins were now fifteen pounds heavy five-month-olds, filled with excitement, vitality and really strong personalities. They couldn't lie, they loved them to death, and although they had been the furthest thing from planned, they brought so much joy into the lives of those around them. Chloe just couldn't be happier and prouder to be a mother of three beautiful angels.

They were pretty quick to discover that from the two of them, the boss was Claire. While August would just prefer to chill down and not make much of a hassle, Claire would scream at the top of her lungs for the smallest of things, wether it were because she was hungry or because she had a full diaper. She was a big daddy's girl, and always wanted to have her father's attention, often physically pushing her brother away. August didn't complain much, though, because he was the biggest momma's boy the world had ever seen, so much that he would only fall asleep if Chloe sang a lullaby to him. Amidst the chaos and their strong personalities, both babies found common ground and chose to stick to what they deemed as theirs, so more often than not there wouldn't be a problem.

Problems came up whenever the twins decided to live up to their name as the devil's children as a team, rather than as individuals. At barely five months old they were almost crawling —given their not of this world genetics—, and had already managed to take down their baby play-pen and stir up trouble when their mother was in the kitchen. They had grabbed the mail that Lucifer had left on the coffee table and practically destroyed it, leaving pieces of crumbled up paper and folders everywhere before Chloe realized and went to try and salvage some of it. Needless to say, and as trouble-stirrers themselves, Trixie and Maze were immensely proud of the twins' potential.

They were still adapting to having two babies that were clearly above average and were moving like squirmy little worms, but both Chloe and Lucifer could say without doubt that they were the happiest they'd ever been.

"Trixie?" Chloe said as she kept looking for her daughter and fiancé. She needed to leave as to not be late and they were nowhere to be found.

"In your bathroom!" Chloe heard they voice of her daughter coming from the second floor, so she quickly went upstairs, determined to find them and make sure Lucifer was capable of handling a child and two babies all on his own.

"What are you doing?" She asked upon entering the master bedroom. "Where is Lucifer? I need to talk to—" and just as her eyes settled on the door that lead to the master bathroom, one of the widest smiles her face could bear made it to her mouth. "Oh. My. God."

"Again, darling, wrong deity. I might just stop trying to make you not say that altogether, it is not showing results at all," the devil commented from inside the bathroom, focused on his task.

Inside the wide master bathroom were Chloe's oldest daughter and her fiancé, doing what could only be interpreted as assembling the latter one's Halloween costume. The not so little girl was sitting on the toilet seat while the devil got some make up on her and turned her into what she had asked for just a couple of weeks before. She already had her hair up in two, very tight boxer braids with a pound of hair gel on, something Lucifer had learned to do a couple of months before when hair duty for all minors fell upon his shoulders. Lucifer had become such a great father ever since the twins arrived, he truly had no idea.