Author's Note: Okay this turned out a lot longer than I intended. But It's just a fun one. Lucifer and Chloe settling into domestic life together. This the first of the series of one shots I mentioned. They will take place in the time between the battle with Lucifer's mother and the birth of little Samael. They may not be in chronological order necessarily. I will write them as they come to me. Feel free to offer suggestions on stories. I will take them into account. Anyways enjoy.

Lucifer opened his eyes. He stared up at the ceiling of his room. For a moment he relished the comfort of the beautiful woman snoring happily on his chest. His darks eyes traveled down to look at her. Her head was pillowed against his pecs. Her hand was splayed out on his stomach. Her soft blonde locks spilled out all around. He ran his hand through her hair. He could not have asked for anything more perfect.

She snorted and rolled over. She now had her back to him but her naked body was still against his. They had a long night of torrid love making. So, much fire. So much passion. He wrapped his arms around her and brought her close to him again. She merely smiled. The events of the last few weeks had been trying to say the least.

The physical wounds from the battle with his mother were gone. But the ones in his mind would stay with him forever. If it hadn't been for his daughter, he would have failed. Remembered the two of them using the light to defeat the goddess. That was one of the proudest moments of his immortal life. Then he was welcomed back into Heaven by his father. He had been awarded one hundred years on earth to be with his family.

The woman sleeping against him was now his immortal wife. He could not have asked for anything better. She was strong willed, intelligent and beautiful. She matched wits with him. Didn't relent in the face of danger. Yes, after billions of years he had allowed his heart to be captured by this mortal.

The last few days had been spent helping Chloe and her daughter move into his penthouse. He had also been working with inspectors and architects to access the damage to Lux. It had been extensive. A total loss. Luckily the structural integrity of the building had been spared. It would take months and a lot of money to get Lux opened again. His daughter Persephone had offered money to help. She was such a good child.

Sighing he released his hold on his sleeping wife. She needed her rest. Even now as an immortal she needed rest after the ordeal she had been through. Their unborn son depended on it. He kissed her shoulder and then rose from the bed. He pulled on his silk robe and headed to the bathroom. After showering. He stood at the mirror. Looking down he scoffed at all of the products sitting on the marble finish. Why on earth did she need all of this stuff?

He picked up a bottle of vitamins. Pre-natal. He set it down. Makeup was everywhere. There wasn't much in the way of storage in his bathroom designed for a single bachelor. They would have to come up with something else. While brushing his teeth he accidentally knocked some strange metal contraption onto the floor. It looked like a tiny pair of forceps. He bent down to pick it up and a few more items fell to the floor. "Bloody Hell." He cursed. Grabbing the accursed items, he bonked his head on the way up.

Growling he tossed the items onto the counter and scattered more. He grumbled as he finished brushing his teeth. He replaced his toothbrush and stared at the spilled items. He hated to leave things out of orders. He tried to arrange them. Things would fall into the sink or onto the floor.

"You know what. Stay on the floor you bloody bastards." He cursed at the inanimate objects. "Why on earth does she need all of this stuff?" He whispered. He turned to walk out as she was stumbling in half awake. He attempted a smile as she rushed past him for the toilet. "Morning, love." He went to kiss her.

"I need to pee." She responded.

Not wanting to witness that the Devil nodded and left the bathroom. He then headed to the kitchen to fix come coffee. On the way there he stepped on a sharp plastic item. "Bloody hell." He exclaimed. Apparently being immortal didn't save him from the dangers of Legos. He looked down and picked up the item. Must have been one of Beatrice's toys. He would need to have a long talk about that later. She needed to keep her items contained in her room.

Reaching the kitchen, he fumbled around with the coffee maker. While waiting for it to brew he hummed quietly to himself. The momentary quiet was interrupted by the appearance of young Beatrice.

"Good morning Lucifer." The child greeted him. She ran over and hugged him.

He smiled and patted the top of his now step-daughter's head. "Morning child. Did you sleep well in your new room?" He asked her.

"Yes. I love my new bed." She threw him a toothy grin.

He nodded. "Good." He turned to the coffee maker and poured himself a cup. Adding an ungodly amount of crème and sugar he then took a sip. Smacking his lips with satisfaction he took another sip.

"What's for breakfast, Lucifer?" Trixie interrupted his thoughts.

He shrugged. "I don't know. What would you like to eat?" He set his mug down.

"I think I just want cereal." She replied.

"Well, it's in the pantry." He pointed to it. Chloe had gone shopping yesterday. "You can get it, can't you."

She sighed and nodded. "I guess." She sauntered to the pantry and pulled out a large box of Cocoa Puffs. She carried it to the counter but was too short to reach the top. "Can you help me?" She offered her big brown eyes to him.

He sighed. "Very well." He took the box from the little girl and then took a bowl out of the cupboard and poured her a bowl. He then got the milk from the fridge. She sat at the small table in the corner. He brought her the bowl and milk. "There you go."

She picked up the milk and poured it into the bowl but it overflowed. "Uh oh." She exclaimed. "Lucifer, I spilled milk." She said to him.

The Devil was rummaging in the fridge for his own breakfast. He sighed and stood up when she spoke. He looked at the table. Cocoa Puffs and milk was spilled on the table and the floor. Picking up a dish rag he walked over to the table and set it down. Waiting for the little girl to clean up the mess she merely stared at him. "What is the problem?"

"Mommy always does that." She replied.

"Well, I'm not Mummy." He said to her.

She laughed. "Mommy not Mummy."

"That's what I said." He picked up the rag and proceeded to clean up her mess.

"No you said Mummy. Like the monster. Why do you say it that way?" She took a bite of her cereal.

He shrugged. "That's just how they say it overseas."

"Why," She asked.

"I don't know." The Devil walked over to the sink. "I never asked why." He picked up his mug and took a sip. This child was getting on his nerves. She was fine in small doses. But now she lived here. Her relentless questions and her propensity of leaving objects lying around.

"Well, it's just funny." She laughed. "Mummy." She found herself quite amusing.

Chloe walked into the kitchen a few minutes later. Her eyes not fully open. She was already dressed and showered for the day. She glanced at Lucifer and Trixie.

"Morning love." Lucifer said as he kissed her. "Did you sleep well? He smiled.

She shrugged. She eyed the pot of coffee. She was so tempted to have some. "I want coffee." She mumbled. Caffeine wasn't good for pregnancy so she refrained.

"Well, then have some." Lucifer said to her. "What's stopping you?"

"It's not good for the baby." She explained. Sighing she looked at Trixie. "Are you almost ready for school?"

"Yes." She had finished her cereal. "Lucifer keeps calling you mummy." She laughed. "It's funny." She hopped out of the chair.

"It is funny." Chloe chuckled. "Go get your backpack. We need to get going." Trixie nodded and left the kitchen. Chloe turned to Lucifer. "We need to go to the courthouse to get our marriage license."

"Why?" He asked. "My father already married us. What more do we need?"

"Legal documentation. I'm afraid the law doesn't recognize married by god as legitimate." Chloe dropped a piece of bread into the toaster.

"They should." He mumbled. "Can't you go by yourself?"

"No, we both have to be present." She sighed. "Do you have a birth certificate?"

He shrugged. "I wasn't born on earth." He smirked.

"Right. Well, you do have legal documents for your identity, right?"

"Sure." He answered.

"Well, go get them. We can go after dropping Trixie off at school." The toast popped up out of the toaster. She picked it up and buttered it. "Want to get there early before the line gets too long."

The Devil rolled his eyes. He resented being bossed around. "Yes, ma'am." He said sarcastically before leaving the kitchen. Proceeding to his closet he quickly got dressed. He admired himself in the mirror as he buttoned his blue shirt. Pulling on his jacket he smiled at the Devil staring back at him.

"Are you ready?" Chloe called to him.

"Yes darling." He responded. He headed out of the closet and into the living room. Chloe and Trixie were waiting for him. Chloe had her arms folded and was tapping her foot. He smiled at her impatience. "One second." He said to her and walked over to his study. He pulled out all of his legal documents from the desk and then turned to the ladies. "Let's go then." They then headed out of the apartment.

Later after Trixie had been dropped off at school, Lucifer and Chloe entered the county courthouse. A long line was snaking its way towards the door. After being checked by security they proceeded to the line. Lucifer sighed loudly as they stood there. Throngs of people waited impatiently.

Various odors from the unwashed assaulted his nostrils. Cries from young children assaulted his ears. Humans and their silly little laws. They were so bent on needing paper to legitimize everything. He didn't need a piece of paper to proclaim his love for Chloe. God himself had joined them in holy matrimony. What higher authority was there?

Finally, they reached the front of the line. "We are here for a marriage license." Chloe told the half-awake woman at the window.

The woman pulled out a stack of papers with clipboards and handed them to Chloe. "Fill these out. Both of you need to fill one out. Take a number and when they call that number go to the window and they will take it from there."

Chloe nodded and picked up the papers. Lucifer followed her to a row of hard plastic seats. Chloe handed him a clipboard. "Fill this out."

He took the clipboard and looked at the paper. So many questions. He was feeling his level of irritation rising. An older woman who smelled of moth balls sat beside him. He was having trouble concentrating on his task.

She leaned over to him. "My, you are sure dressed fancy." She said to him.

"This is how I always dress." He mumbled to her. His accent was clear as day.

She smiled. "That's a nice accent you have. Do you hail from England?"

"No." He replied as he filled out the names of his parents. He wasn't sure if he should use Yahweh or just God for his father's name. He went with God.

"You sound like you are from England. That is where my husband was from. He was born in Birmingham." The old woman explained. "We were married for thirty-eight years." She prattled on.

The Devil only half listened to her. He continued with filling out the paperwork. Place of birth, Heaven. He wrote. Prior place of residence, Hell.

"We used to go to England in the summer to visit his sister. She would make the most horrible pies for us to eat." The old woman was still talking.

"That sounds dreadful." He responded nonchalantly. He finished filling out the papers and looked at Chloe. "Now what?"

"We wait for our number to be called." She replied. Folding her arms, she leaned back in the chair. She was clearly having difficulty getting comfortable.

Lucifer rolled his eyes. The old woman was still talking about something. He set the clipboard on the ground in front of him and leaned back in the chair. It was dreadfully uncomfortable.

"My husband was a huge soccer fan. Of course you blokes call is football." The old woman prattled on. "Do you like soccer? I could never get into it. Silly game if you ask me. I prefer good old American football."

He just nodded. "That's good." He replied. He rocked in the chair a little. His level of irritation and boredom was rising. "How long is this going to take?" He asked Chloe.

She looked at the piece of paper with the number. "Well we are number 105. And it looks like they are merely on number 75." She sighed. "So, it is going to be a while."

"Perfect." He expressed sarcastically.

"It sure rains a lot in England. Every time we went there. Rain, rain, rain. Always so damp. The sun rarely ever coming out. I don't know how you guys can stand it." The old woman continued talking. "Is that why you came to Los Angeles

? I mean I would."

He put his hands on his temples and rubbed. His leg started to bob up and down as he tried his best to contain his irritation at the situation. The screeching cry of a small child assaulted his ears. Oh why can't people take better care of their spawn.

"Lucifer, can you hold my purse?" Chloe handed him her bag and stood up. "I'll be right back." She started walking away.

"Where are you going?" He asked her.

"Bathroom." She replied.

"But you just went."

"Yeah, well I have to go again." She rolled her eyes and walked away.

Scoffing he found himself in the possession of purse. This process was really getting on his nerves. He thought Hell was punishment. He would rather be in Hell right now. At least he was the one in charge. He didn't' have to wait for anyone down there.

"My oldest son lives in London. He really likes it there." The old woman was still talking.

"London is a lovely city." Lucifer said to her. "Not the best for cuisine but still quite lovely."

"Oh I liked the food there. But you are right. Paris is much better for food." The old woman elbowed him.

He tried not to show his growing irritation. He felt the chair move as a large smelly man sat on the other side. Lucifer looked him up and down. The man smelled like he hadn't bathed in three days. He tried not to gag at his noxious odor. "Sir, that is my wife's seat." The place was filling up and seats were becoming scarce.

"Oh well." The man responded.

Lucifer growled inwardly. "Yes, well she is going to need it once she returns from the lady's room. So I as that you vacate it."

The man merely snorted. "Nope." He folded his arms and glared at Lucifer. "You sound foreign. Are you here to steal our benefits?" He snorted.

"No, just here for a silly piece of paper." Lucifer growled. "Now, I will ask again. Please vacate my wife's seat."

The man belched and shook his head. "Nope."

Anger rose in the Devil. These damn mortals were really starting to get on his nerves. He felt fire rising within him. He looked at the smelly man beside him. "I hate to get rough with you fella. But I asked you kindly. Now move." He growled.

"Oh what are you going to do about it?" The man poked Lucifer's arm. "I can take you in two shakes."

"You think so." Lucifer mused. He sat forward and looked the man in the eyes. His eyes flashed fire. "Move."

The man jumped up to his feet. "Alright. Whatever you are. Get away from me." The fat man waddled off quickly.

Lucifer smiled smugly to himself.

"What are rude man. Parents just don't teach manners these days." The old woman chided.

"No, they don't." He agreed with her. A few moments later Chloe returned to her seat. He gave her back her purse. "How much longer?" He complained.

"I don't know, Lucifer."

Sighing loudly the Devil leaned back in the chair. The old woman had gotten up and walked away. Part off him missed her stories. He set his hand on the arm rest. His long fingers began to tap the plastic. Louder and louder the tapping got. He began to tap a bit of a rhythm. He was amusing himself.

"Lucifer!" Chloe said sharply. "You are worse than a child."

He narrowed his eyes and folded his arms. He shifted again in the horrid seat. He needed a cigarette. Pulling out the pack from his coat pocket.

"Lucifer, you can't smoke in here."

"Oh dear. Whatever will become of me." He rolled his eyes. "Then I shall step out for a spell."

"Can't you wait?" Chloe asked. "What if they call our number?" It was already up to 90.

"I'll be quick." He stood up. He placed a kiss on her cheek. "Unless you want me to go back to tapping my fingers."

"No. Go smoke." She gestured with her hands. "I'll be here."

"Perfect. I'll be back." He walked out of the room towards the door. There was a designated smoking area. Several other people were filling their lungs with nicotine. He lit up. For a moment he stood staring off into space. This whole day was bore. He was starting to miss his playboy days. He would do whatever he wanted. Go where he wanted. No schedule to keep.

A homeless man walked towards him. He was wearing a long winter coat even though it was quite warm out. A long dirty beard hung on his face. Lucifer's lip curled at the smell. The man looked at the well-dressed Devil. "Can you spare some change?" He held out a plastic cup.

Shrugging Lucifer pulled out wad of cash and pulled two hundreds from the stack. He placed in the cup. "Is that enough?" He took a drag at his cigarette.

The man's eyes lit up. "Thanks man." He smiled and walked away.

"You know he is just going to buy drugs with that." Another man who was standing nearby.

"So." Lucifer responded. "What does it matter what he uses it on?"

"You are just feeding his habit. Now he is going to just bother everyone else." The man sneered.

Lucifer finished his cigarette and headed back inside. A woman with several children was now sitting in his seat next to Chloe. He narrowed his eyes. He stood a few feet away. "That is my seat." He said to her.

The woman looked at him. "I'm sorry. There aren't any others." She had a baby on her lap. Two toddlers nearby and she appeared to be pregnant with another. She started to get up.

Lucifer sighed. "No, you sit." He smiled. His eyes looked at Chloe. She was nodding off. He began to pace in front of the seats. This was taking far too long. One of the children sat in his way. He looked down and over at the woman. "Can you corral your offspring, please?"

The woman looked at him. Then at her child. "Baxter, come here." The child walked over to her.

Lucifer began pacing again. He was ready to jut bail on this whole endeavor. He noticed Chloe opened her eyes. She was watching him pace back and forth.

"Could you stop?" She said to him. "It won't be much longer."

Sighing he looked at her. "I need a drink." He leaned against the wall and folded his arms. The number one hundred was called over the speakers. It wouldn't be much longer now.

A half hour later, their number was finally called. They stood at the window and handed the clerk their paperwork. For a moment the thin man with glasses looked over their applications. He then looked at Lucifer. "Um sir. You put down God as your father? And Heaven as your place of birth."

Lucifer nodded. "Yes. Is there a problem?"

"Several. You can't put those down."

"Well, why not?" Lucifer asked the man.

"Well, because it's not true. You need to take this paperwork seriously. I can't issue a license with false information."

"None of that information is false." Lucifer said to the man.

The man looked at Chloe. "Is he for real?"

Chloe pursed her lips. "Yes." She looked at Lucifer. "You really put Heaven down as your place of birth?"

"It's the truth." He replied.

"Sir, I can't issue a license until I get the correct information."

Lucifer scoffed. It was time for a little Devil power. "Surely you don't want to make this pregnant woman sit here all day again. I assure you. Everything I wrote is the truth. I am who I say I am." He drew on the man's weaknesses. "Now, I know you desire to get out of here in time for lunch. So, just issue the license and we can be out of your hair."

The man sat mesmerized for a moment. He then shrugged. "Whatever." He then filled out the rest of the necessary lines and handed them the license. "Congratulations." He smiled.

Chloe watched with amazement. She took the license. "I can't believe you did that."

They started to walk away from the window. Lucifer looked down at her. "I did what was needed. Now we have our little paper. Let's go get lunch." He buttoned his jacket.

"Okay. I just hope it holds up." She sighed and looked at it. "We are now officially married. In the eyes of the state of California." She smiled.

Lucifer leaned down and kissed her on the lips. "Yep. Forever." He smiled at her. "Now, Mrs. Morningstar. Where would you like to get lunch?"