Consciousness came slowly and with the dull drum of pain on her lower belly. Despite the ache, the quilts were warm and cozy and could've easily been lulled back to sleep if it wasn't for her very full bladder.

Getting up was difficult and just a tad bit painful, but she managed, moving as slowly as humanly possible and as her urgent need to pee allowed her to. She relieved her bladder with a sigh then decided to go downstairs and look for Lucifer. The club lights were dimmed to a soft glow and as she walked closer to the stairs, she listened to the soft melody of a piano. Lucifer must've gotten antsy and gone downstairs to have a drink and listen to some music.

She was looking down at the steps, being careful not to trip, her body aching in places she didn't know were possible. When she arrived at the last step and looked up, her heart stopped, did a painful little dance and resumed beating slowly.

"Hi…" It was a whisper but he looked up like it was a gunshot sound. His eyes, already soft and loving became even more adoring as he smiled at her in that way that was exclusively hers.

"Hey, luv…"

His fingers played over the piano keys, not missing a beat as he carefully scooched over to the side so she could lower herself -gingerly- next to him.

"You play."

Lucifer titled his head, smiling before replying – "I do."

He looked down at his lap, his smile so peaceful and serene she wanted to cry.

"She is My Father's most beautiful creation."

Chloe looked down at the baby, comfortably sleeping on Lucifer's thighs. She had her pale complexion and button nose and that was the extent of Chloe's contribution in that little human's making. Everything else, all the way to her long fingers and curved fingernails was a spitting image of her daddy. The little girl had a copious amount of black hair on her head. It tufted out of her scalp like a hedgehog. Her eyes, dark grey when she was born were now as dark and mesmerizing as Lucifer's.

And ten days after her birth, when she opened those tiny, unfocused orbs and aimed them, albeit without control, at her daddy, Lucifer became instantly gob smacked.

"She is, isn't she? She looks just like you."

In the middle of the night, with just the two of them and their child, Chloe could actually understand peace. Lucifer's fingers were still playing the soft, unknown melody but his silence spoke volumes of the feelings her comment had brought forth. Chloe knew how he felt about Dad. Lucifer didn't really believe he could be loved. Most of the time even she had a rough time getting him to believe she loved him, even if a good part of that disbelief had been caused by her stubbornness during the beginning of their relationship. He covered that up pretty well with his cheekiness and sarcasm but as time went by she had learned to see right through it. That baby was what was finally making him realize how deeply loved he actually was.

She didn't want that soft, peaceful look out of his eyes so she decided to change the subject.

"She doesn't have a name yet, Lucifer."

Lucifer looked down at the baby again, eyes softening when the little girl's face contorted in a pout as she dreamt about something unpleasant, followed by a broken sigh before relaxing into sleep again as he softly pumped his legs up and down.

"You know there is this amazing Brazilian songwriter and singer called Nando Reis?"

Chloe titled her head, waiting for him to finish.

"For every child he had he composed a song. One of the most famous is called Espatodea. He wrote that for his fourth baby girl."

He started to sing in flawless Portuguese, the song he had been playing on the piano on a perfect loop and something in Chloe's belly clenched. That man should be illegal.

"Lucifer, I have no idea what that means."

He actually laughed and shook his head at her.

"The translation goes something like this: I don't know if the world is good but it got better when you arrived and asked – is there a place for me?"

Chloe's eyes filled with tears. Who would believe that man, the devil himself had such love in his heart?

"And what is Espatodea?" She asked, hoping to relieve the pressure of tears on her throat.

"It's a tree. Originally from Africa but it blossoms in several places in Brazil. He used that reference because that child was the only one who was born a red head, like him. Espatodea is known by its orange flowers."

"Well, I hope you're not thinking of naming our little girl Espatodea. And I really hope that isn't that little girl's name either."

He belched out a laugh that startled the baby and made Chloe's face hurt with a huge, cheeky smile. A mewling sound came from Lucifer's lap, the baby's face scrunched up in distress as she chewed on her fist, limbs moving around.

Chloe picked her up, breasts already aching. A tiny mouth latched hungrily on her nipple, making her flinch at the burn. Lucifer stopped playing, turning to look at the nursing baby with a weird expression on his face. Chloe placed a hand on his face, brushing the pad of her thumb over his lower lip.

"What is it, honey? Tell me."

"Chloe, I… For so long I felt so unhappy and miserable… When I came here I had no hope, absolutely none of ever finding such happiness. You showed me that even after all I did, being the epitome of evil, that I could really be loved, be worthy of something so incredible as that little girl, of Trixie, of you. I've never, since the day of my creation felt as happy and as alive as I do now."

She was crying silently now, the sucking sound of the baby mixing with her sniffles as Lucifer caught her tears with the pads of his thumbs. Damn hormones…

"Nando Reis didn't name his child Espatodea. He gave her a name with a much more beautiful meaning. One I would like our daughter to have, if you agree."

"And what is it?"

"He named her Zoe."

Chloe looked down as the baby suddenly stopped sucking, as if paying attention. Impossible, she knew, she was barely two weeks old. Lucifer's eyes were piercing, waiting for her reaction.

"And what does it mean?"

He looked down at the baby as he answered.

"It means life."

Chloe's breath hitched, tears were still falling down her face but she dried them and pulled him towards her to kiss his lips, his cheeks, his brow.

"That's perfect, Lucifer."

Slowly she unlatched Zoe from her breast and turned the confused baby towards her father.

"Zoe, meet your Daddy. Daddy, this is Zoe Morningstar."