"I'm late."

Lucifer looked at her like she was mad and shot out his hand and motioned towards the windshield. "Well drive faster then. Really Detective, I have no idea what you'd do without me."

She groaned in frustration and dropped her head onto the hands wrapped around the steering wheel, her grip tightening and twisting. Closing her eyes she tried again. "I'm late."

Lucifer was quiet and she chanced a glance in his direction, mild irritation on his face. "Bloody Hell, the gas pedal's on the right. Are you having some sort of medical event? If so you really shouldn't be driving."

"My period is late!" she finally shouted.

He looked startled at the outburst, eyes wide and posture rigid. Nervously he asked, "For what?"

The laugh that bubbled out of her wasn't out of humor but out of disbelief. This man was so unbelievably clueless, was so ignorant in some aspects and of course as luck would have it this was one thing he had no idea about. Had his mother never taught him anything? Or school? His dad? How did the man who had more sex than anyone not know about periods or pregnancy risks?

Letting out a slow breath she leaned back in her seat and stared forward through the windshield at the people bustling about around them. "Remember last month when we did the thing I said we were never going to talk about ever again. The thing that never should have happened?"

He nodded slowly, a smirk on his face. "You mean the fantastic sex we had, that you instigated I might add, where I gave you the best orgasms of your life multiple times in every room of the penthouse?"

"Yes," she hissed through her teeth. "And remember how you told me not to worry about anything because, 'immortal beings can't get diseases or women pregnant'?"

Spreading his arm along the door he twisted in his seat to face her better. "Which is true, it's not my fault you can't accept anything I say." His eyes suddenly lit up, "Did you want to have another go? Have you finally come to your senses and realized that we could be having mind-blowing sex at all times of every day?"

She wanted to cry, this was the worst possible scenario. She had sex with Lucifer during a weak point and couldn't even regret it because it had been so unbelievably amazing and she hated that the act that was supposed to get the man out of her system made her want him that much more. "I might be pregnant Lucifer."

He froze, jaw dropping before laughing, "You slut!"

There was something off about him when he said it, his words were said as a joke but the underlying tone was almost painful, his smile wavering for a moment and eyes filling with pain. If she didn't know better she'd say he looked dejected. "Was it the Douche or someone else?"

Again the words said something entirely different than the tone implied, he wasn't accusing. He was hurt.

"You're still not getting this," she shouted into the small space, trying not to strangle him. "I haven't had sex with anyone but you since I separated from Dan."

His hand went over his heart and he cast a gaze filled with pity upon her. "You poor thing, it's been six months since you left him, how have you survived?"

She waited for his brain to catch up with his mouth, which took longer than she expected for someone so intelligent, and nodded when he looked at her with narrowed eyes. "Are you catching what I'm throwing here pal?"

He scoffed and crossed his arms defensively, "Well that's obviously a lie. Angels can't reproduce and especially not with humans. We're entirely different species it'd be like an eagle and a dog."

"And you'd be the eagle in this scenario right?" she deadpanned. "Look, maybe I'm making a big deal out of nothing but if not, if not-" She didn't want to cry, like really didn't want to but the tears were gathering and falling before she could stop them and the realization that her hormones were out of control was enough to turn her into a blubbering mess.

Lucifer looked horrified and completely out of his comfort zone at this turn of events and after a full minute of just grimacing he reached out and patted the top of her head, "Please stop. You're making me uncomfortable."

She wanted to punch him, or shoot him, but he wasn't even being an ass on purpose, this was just him and the thing that scared her was this was the man that was the father to her -maybe- child. What if she really was pregnant? She could only assume this would fall directly to her, that he would want nothing to do with either of them or worse, he would. He'd be a terrible father; he was selfish, egotistical, inappropriate, and to top it all off a delusional psychopath. What if he fought her for custody? He had more than enough money, he could win and take this child from her, make her life a living hell and do God knows what to this innocent being, turn it into a mini him.

"Well don't get yourself so worked up over nothing," he offered. "I told you, I can't father children. It's impossible so go do whatever it is you humans do to check and move on. This is really rather unbecoming, I expected better from you of all people Detective."

Wiping at her eyes she sniffed and nodded. "You're right. I'll check and it'll be negative and you'll just think I'm as crazy as you are for a while."

"There you go," he agreed and shook his head. "Bloody human emotions, terribly messy things." When the car didn't move he looked over and rolled his eyes. "Well go on, let's get this over with so we can move on to punishing people."

She scoffed, "Now? I'll do it at home later. Let's just go interview the witness."

He eyed her critically but relented and allowed her to do what she wanted to, at least she had stopped crying. The idea that she was pregnant and it was his was beyond ludicrous and if she believed him she wouldn't be having a fit over nothing.

A baby.

–pfft-

Preposterous.

Walking into the penthouse that evening he poured himself a drink and sat down at the piano, lighting a cigarette and beginning to play. It felt strange today when Chloe had been crying, a lump in his throat seemed to appear and a weight on his chest had made it difficult to breathe. He didn't like seeing her in pain, whether physical or emotional, and he knew he didn't ever want to see it again. Why had it hurt him as well though? Usually other people's pain only caused him glee.

Setting his smoke down at the edge of the ashtray he took a sip of bourbon and continued to play. A grin split his cheeks when he thought back to he and Chloe fornicating, it had been one for the books. She was everything he had imagined and more, so responsive and completely open minded. He had had a taste and now he wanted more. It had been surprising when she informed him that although there was no regret it wasn't to happen again under any circumstances and not a soul could know about it.

He had told Maze. She didn't have a soul.

Speaking of he could feel the presence of his demon and leaned back, a body appearing directly behind him and wrapping its arms loosely around him. He reached for his cigarette and sucked in a breath, blowing it out through his nose and letting his eyes close in contentment when Maze began to massage his shoulders.

"You're tense, I can help with that," she purred and dropped her head to nip at the top of his right ear.

He turned his head away and declined. "Not tonight Maze."

She never stopped kneading the knots in his back but she did grind her teeth, knowing the reason he was declining her offer. That wretched human woman had his attention and try as she may she couldn't get him to turn his focus elsewhere. Life had been good in Hell, at least for her, yet she had left everything behind to honor her oath and stay with him and now he was abandoning her for a mortal woman. It was beyond insulting; almost a betrayal, but she would never voice it for fear of punishment. Lucifer was the master and she was the minion, he was allowed to say and do what he pleased and she had to listen to him. She couldn't complain too much, they had more good days than bad and he was a pleasure in more ways than one.

The sound of the elevator arriving and the doors sliding open made her tense and turn, ready to defend Lucifer but alas it wasn't a threat. At least not a physical one.

"Detective!" Lucifer greeted in surprise and delight. "I didn't think I'd see you this evening after your break down earlier."

Chloe internally cringed at how close Maze was to him but forced her feet to work and moved into the room and over towards the piano once he had turned. "It wasn't a break down, it was- well that doesn't matter," she defended and looked uncomfortably at Maze who was still standing behind him, hands on his shoulders as if staking her claim and glaring hard.

It was awkwardly silent for a few moments until Lucifer finally took the hint and shrugged Mazikeen's hands off. "Maze you're dismissed."

Chloe almost stuck her tongue out but refrained, instead settling for watching her closely with a smug smirk on her lips. Finally alone she leaned on the opposite side of the piano and watched Lucifer take a drink and snuff out his cigarette before smiling brightly at her. He was so handsome, unnaturally so, with black eyes that bore into your very soul and a grin that screamed sin.

"Are you going to speak or just bask in my glory this evening?" he questioned cheekily.

Despite her nerves and the situation she laughed, he always seemed to be able to make her do that. Moving to the patio overlooking the city she dropped down onto one of the padded chairs and tucked her feet up underneath herself, shivering at the cool but soothing air. A coat that smelt of nicotine and cologne was draped over her and Lucifer, drink in hand, sat down in the chair next to her. "Beautiful isn't it?"

She nodded and rubbed her fingers over the silk interior lining of the black object lying over her. "Are you happy with your life?"

"That's a relative term," he hummed and set down his glass on the table next to him. "Happier than I was in Hell."

"Right," she sighed, she had almost forgotten he was insane. "Are you content with where you're at right at this very moment?"

He looked confused but nodded slowly; "I'm here sitting next to you, so yes I'm feeling quite content."

She waited for the smirk or innuendo but it never came, he only looked brutally honest and it alleviated some of the stress on her and filled her with warmth. Maybe there was more there than she realized, more to the man that seemed about as deep as a puddle most days.

The silence wasn't as heavy after that and to her amazement he didn't feel the need to babble. This was a different man than she had seen before, or maybe he had always been here and she just failed to realize it because of his crass exterior.

"I uh- I'm sorry for turning into hurricane Chloe today in the car."

He picked up his glass and took another drink, setting it down in its original spot and slid down in his seat more, fully relaxing. "You should be, it was an obscene display of emotions. I'm quite traumatized."

"You will be," she mumbled and snuggled deeper under the jacket, not sure if she was protecting herself from the cold or from the man next to her. "I took a test, three actually."

He didn't even look over, instead just continued to look at the lights of the city. "A test for- Oh yes. Do you feel better now? I told you it wasn't a possibility and that you were getting yourself all worked up over-"

"I'm pregnant."