Heaven On Earth

Fifteen.

— lucifer's pov

My phone rings for the third time and I check it if this time it's Chloe calling but sadly, it's the same unknown number.

"Are you sure you're not going to pick that up?" Maze said sounding annoyed. We are looking through the books and we've been disrupted by my ringing phone for a while now. I just shrugged and tossed the phone on the table in response.

"How's the profit William? Are we still getting the same rate?" I asked. "Yes sir, it doubled this month and I think it's because of the–" He stopped talking as my phone made the ringing noise again. Finally, Maze can't take it anymore, she picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Can I speak to Mr. Morningstar please?" The voice on the other side of the line asked.

"Who is this?" Maze replied.

"This is Nurse Kate from Santa Monica Medical Center, may I speak with Mr. Morningstar please?"

I gave Maze a confused look as she passed me my phone. "It's the hospital, Lucifer." She said.

"Yes?" I said, walking away from Maze and William.

"Mr. Morningstar if you could come down here at Santa Monica Medical Center as soon as you can, please do. Your wife, Detective Chloe Morningstar is on surgery. She's had a car accident."

Panic and anger rushes through me the moment she said car accident. I am going to kill whoever did this.

"I'm on my way." I curtly replied. Maze came up to me and asked what's going on. Soon enough, I'm unfurling my wings and landing at the hospital's helipad.

I just hope she's okay, the baby's okay.

"Where is she? Where's the detective?" I asked, frantic and anxious. The nurses are surely shaken but did their best to hide it. "Mr. Morningstar hi, your wife is still in surgery. Please sir, calm down." The nurse said, trying to get me to sit down. "I can't calm down! My wife is pregnant and she's been in an accident! Am I supposed to calm down?" I said, my voice raising a few octaves. Some of the patients are now giving me the weirdest glances.

I pace in circles and run my hands through my hair every once in a while. Minutes passed until my legs felt tired and felt the need to sit down and bury my face in my hands.

"I heard your wife is pregnant." A voice said beside me. The man sitting beside me is in his mid 30's, looks quite ordinary and boring, he's drinking a cup of tea from the hospital's vending machine.

"How did you know?" I asked. "Well, you said it earlier while you were you know," he said. "I'm Dave." He said. "Why are you here?" I asked. "Well my wife's giving birth, twins." He said, his voice quiet. "Well, why aren't you with her?" I asked. "It's complicated really. I love her but I'm really not ready to have kids, let alone twins as for our first." He answered.

Suddenly I am taken back to the past months. I'm back at my bathroom in the penthouse, Chloe sitting at the toilet as she nervously breaks the news to me. I remember panic and worry running in my mind as she said she's pregnant. I was scared too, I was so scared to the degree of promising that I'll be the best father I could be to my son.

And now I'm here in a hospital, waiting for the detective to get out of surgery and I've never been so scared. Not like this.

"At least hold her hand." I said to Dave. "See, that's what life does to you. You find love, you build a home and when things are too good, it slaps you so hard, it punches a hole in you and you'll doubt yourself and ask yourself if you'll be able to get up again." He said. "Doesn't mean you can't hold her anymore, Dave." I said quietly. He's right. It's always one step forward and three steps back with the detective. It's sure hard to keep up with the situation sometimes but I have never felt so alive and so in love.