Homecoming

Part 3

They started to eat breakfast in companionable silence. Chloe couldn't help but stare at Lucifer and his massive appetite — he's wolfing down food like he hasn't eaten in years — oh wait.

"Sorry, did you want some more?"

"No, no. I'm good."

"Okay." And he seems to understand her fascination or disgust maybe at his apparent insatiable hunger.

"Apologies, Detective. I don't usually need to eat. I just do because I like it, and it has been literal eons since I've had a decent meal."

"I noticed. Don't let me distract you."

"Too late. Already distracted."

Chloe laughs heartily at the casual exchange and how they fall back to their usual banter as if he never left at all. She then reaches out to cup his cheeks and gives him another kiss, a chaste one, that surprised him a little.

"Ready for round two, Detective?" He teases and runs his tongue over his teeth and then kisses her back.

"Would love that," She says when they break apart, "But I have to go back to my apartment so that I could change."

"I don't see anything wrong with what you're wearing now," He teases yet again as he plays with the buttons of the shirt she's wearing.

"Of course, you'd say that."

The Devil smirks at his beloved but concedes, "I shall require full payment for this delayed gratification."

"Deal."

Hell has indeed frozen over.

He mutters to himself.

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Trixie is not in the mood today thanks to her father who had to cut their trip short due to a work-related stint. Even though she's pissed, she understands that like her mom, her Dad is also throwing himself into work. The child wishes for everything to go back to the way they were before.

Her bags are ready and she's just waiting for that knock on the door so that she could go home with Chloe. Not a second later and she hears that telltale sign, three short raps on the door, so she picks up her things and bids her dad goodbye.

Dan, who's busy changing into his work clothes manages a quick nod and an "I'll see you next week!"

Beatrice sighs then turn the knob and pull, only to come face to face with Lucifer. The Devil smiles at the urchin, bracing for a hug that never comes. All she does is roll her eyes and walk past him and Chloe to make her way over the car.

The Detective mouths "I'm sorry," and runs after her daughter.

The fallen angel now wonders what his twin may or may not have said or done that earned the irk of the little Decker. Although when he thinks about it, while Michael despises humans in general, he tolerates and has a soft spot for children.

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Trixie buckles in at the backseat of that shiny SUV — a Lexus — whom she assumes Lucifer bought for her mom. She loves that new car smell and wanted to explore the many features of the vehicle until she remembers she's pissed with the nightclub owner.

Lucifer and Chloe exchange glances, then each take their seats with the latter as the designated driver.

"Are you alright, monkey?"