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Okay, so we've reached the end of this fic. I hope you guys enjoy the epilogue. I will be posting the alternative ending sometime in the near future (just so you know how the story could've gone).

Please be warned that, while there is nothing explicit, the story touches upon the issue of child abuse.

A huge thanks to ariaadagio and BelenP for their help and support as betas. The story wouldn't have been what it is without them.

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Epilogue

Lucifer was sprawled on the couch, head tilted to the side, a lock of hair sweeping over his left eyebrow. His chest rose and fell with each breath, marking a soothing rhythm in the quietness of the living-room. His eyelashes brushed his cheeks, dark against pale skin. Were not for the glass of whiskey he clutched with his right hand, and the ever-present five-o'clock shadow, one might have a hard time believing he was the Devil.

Chloe sat across the coffee table from him, her chest expanding in that delicious way that made her want to kiss him. Unwilling to disturb him, she quietly packed away the Trivial Pursuit instead. Trixie had teamed up with Lucifer, and together they had kicked Chloe's increasingly dispirited rear-end. In fact, the only questions Lucifer had failed to answer correctly had had to do with sports. Apparently, the Devil found human athletes to be so far "beneath him," he didn't bother to watch their comical attempts to distinguish themselves amongst other lesser humans. But he more than compensated his shortcomings in the area of sports with his extensive knowledge in… pretty much every other category. So, in an attempt to even things out, he was only allowed to answer the questions that would earn their team a triangle, while Trixie tried to answer the rest. Both he and Trixie still found a way to cheat their way around that rule, but that made their interactions all the more adorable, and the game utterly hilarious.

"Is the urchin finally asleep?" Lucifer slurred.

Chloe went to sit beside him. "And it only took over four hours of fun and games to get her tired enough to succumb," she told him. "She's over the moon you're spending a few days at our place."

Lucifer's lips stretched into a lazy smile. "Good thing I have supernatural stamina. How can you humans keep up with your offspring?"

Chloe chuckled. "It's a mystery!"

Lucifer leaned forward, his eyelids still heavy. "I appreciate your hospitality, detective," he said. "Construction will be finished in about a week. It's no Lux, but it'll do for now."

The beach house Lucifer was restoring in Malibu was a beautiful one story mansion with direct access to the beach, and one of the lucky properties that he owned which hadn't been decimated by either flood, fire or earthquake. A miracle, really. Due to its proximity to the ocean, it had suffered extensive water damage. Nothing a few million dollars couldn't repair, though. Unlike the Hills Estate, the house in Malibu was only a short ride to the precinct.

"I'm really sorry about Lux," Chloe told him. "There was so much history in that place. Such a devastating loss! I can't begin to imagine how you must feel."

"They're just things," he answered evenly. "Relics bound to be lost in time at some point."

He swirled the glass of whiskey slowly, lost in his own memories for a moment.

"Well, I'm glad we managed to convince you to stay here with us instead of going to the Hilton." Chloe clasped her fingers around his hand, her thumb rubbing tender circles into his palm. "And I really appreciate you making us dinner and pretending to enjoy the movie."

"A deal is a deal," he said. "Besides, you were brave enough to try my chicken Vindaloo. The least I could do was find out more about this 'Miss Poppins' you and your spawn kept crowing about."

"Trix had a blast tonight," Chloe said. She stared deeply into Lucifer's eyes. "Thank you."

As predicted, his gaze shifted uncomfortably for a second. He uttered a barely audible, "You're welcome," and promptly changed the subject.

"So, at what time should we leave tomorrow?" he asked, clearing his throat. "We wouldn't want to be late on our first day back at work, after all."

"Let's try to be ready by 7:30. We need to drop Trixie off with my mom on the way there."

Lucifer's expression turned somber. "Detective…"

"Don't worry," Chloe said, raising her hand in appeasement. "We've talked. She knows. So does Bill. Trixie'll be fine."

"I swear, if that miscreant ever gets near your offspring again, so help me Dad, I'll—!"

"Lucifer!" Chloe cut in the moment his eyes turned to hot amber.

"Relax," Lucifer replied, looking calmer. His eyes faded back to charcoal. "I'm very much done killing humans. But it wouldn't hurt for that pathetic sack of out-of-control hormones to realize your spawn has an easily angered step-Devil."

Chloe couldn't keep her lips from stretching into a fond smile.

"What?" Lucifer frowned.

"For somebody who detests parenthood, you seem to wear that particular hat proudly."

"We're talking about your offspring, detective," he replied. "She's… she's different."

"Hm-hm," Chloe hummed mockingly. "Admit it. You enjoy it."

Lucifer looked indignant and this time she did chuckle.

"Yes, well," he answered reluctantly. "I don't get bored to tears when I'm around the urchin. Alert the media!"

Chloe's grin turned wicked. "I'd rather do something else," she said, her voice dripping sensuality.

Lucifer raised a suggestive eyebrow. "Do tell," he purred.

"Remember that thing you did right after I tasted your chicken Vindaloo?"

Lucifer thought about it for a second, giving her a bewildered look. "Laugh when your eyes began to water?"

Chloe ran her index finger along his neck as her thumb traced his bottom lip. "After that."

"Oh…" His sultry gaze trailed down to her mouth. "You mean this…"

Lucifer took a sip of his whiskey, catching what was left of the ice cube, and brought his mouth to hers. The ice cube melted quickly between their tongues, leaving them both smiling when they pulled apart.

"Yes," Chloe said huskily. "That. Let's take it upstairs. Don't forget the ice."

Lucifer nodded, his expression pure sin. "Your wish is my command."

[The End]

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