Heaven On Earth

Eighteen.

— lucifer's pov

"Jesus Christ." I heard Chloe mutter under her breath. "Not quite," I grumbled sleepily. "Am I dreaming or is this real?" She asked quietly. "Oh, I don't know what's real and what's a dream anymore, detective." I replied, turning to face her.

Her eyes are closed yet she's talking. The luminous moon shines through our bedroom window and I can clearly see her features, her lashes fanned across her cheeks, the dark and heavy circles are starting to form under her ocean blue eyes. I know she's tired but she still looks beautiful just like the night I met her.

"Who's turn is it now?" She yawned, moving suddenly and abrupting my mini reverie. "It's my turn." I sighed and hesitatingly got up from our bed.

One of the boys decided that it's best to wake us up from our two hour nap and honestly, I just really wish that they would stop doing it.

I wonder how my parents managed to get through the whole litter of us, but then again, they didn't suffer the endless crying and wailing during the ungodly hours of the night.

It's been three weeks since their birth and it's been chaotic. Chloe is handling it like a pro whilst I, I'm just getting on her way. But I do try my best to help and the detective is really happy about it.

And it's now three weeks when we started to lose sleep but hey, my boys are the loveliest creatures I met aside from the detective. I'm very much lucky to have them as my sons and to think, I would've given up when Chloe told me she was pregnant.

It all seems fast. The night I met her, the night I realized I love her, the night I asked her to marry me and we had sex for the first time, the night she told me she was pregnant, the night we said I do's, the night we lost our first child, the night we met our precious twins. It's a whirlwind and I'm glad I'm caught in it. 

My little boys are starting to let themselves known in just three weeks and we're all amazed by it. Stephen is a quiet baby and loves to sleep, Lance on the other hand is quite loud and loves to cry. You'd think Lance likes to be held by me, not really, he loves his mom just like I do. Stephen loves my company and he sleeps fast when I rock him.

I love them both and I would do anything to keep them safe and happy.

I entered their room and opened the lamp to see who's crying and this time it's Lance.

How do we know which one is Stephen and which one is Lance? Simple. We had their names engraved on their cribs. Aside from that, Lance has blue eyes like her mom and he's starting to grow dark hair. Also, he has a little birthmark on his left arm.

Stephen has my dark brown orbs and Chloe's blonde hair. He has a little birthmark on his right shoulder.

I carefully picked him up and gently rocked him in my arms. "It's alright buddy, let it all out." I quietly said, hoping it would stop him from wailing, buy sadly he doesn't. "Let's go see mommy, shall we?" I said, carrying him towards our room.

"Hey mommy, Lance is hungry." I whispered to Chloe and set little Lance in our bed. I opened the lamp and this made Chloe groan. She sits up and rubs her eyes and took the little baby in her arms to feed him.

Chloe nurses Lance and I watch in awe, she looks at me with her confused face. "Breast is truly the best." I chuckled an in response, I got an iconic eye roll from her. It never gets old.

Finally, a moment of peace.

Lance fell asleep in Chloe's arms and she carried him back to his room. With the fatigue looming over me, I fell asleep soon.