Who: Chloe Decker, Lucifer (the kid) Morningstar and Trixie Where: Their room When: Sunday morning What: Lucifer has changed - a lot! Status: Closed/Finished Warnings: NA currently
“Mommy, Mommy!” Trixie yelled as she ran from their room to the kitchen where Chloe was making them breakfast. “You gotta see Lucifer! He’s a kid like me and we’re gonna go play in the snow!”
Chloe whipped around to look a her daughter curiously, wondering what kind of prank she had cooked up this morning. “He’s pretending to be a kid?” she asked with a puzzled frown as she served up French toast onto warmed plates, “what the hell is he doing that for?” she said under her breath, knowing all too well Lucifer’s views on children. It’d taken her long enough to convince him to use Trixie’s name instead of ‘the offspring’ or some other variation on the theme.
“No, Mommy! Come see!” Trixie grabbed at her shirt and started to pull at it insistently and Chloe knew she was fighting a loosing battle. She slid the plates onto a tray and grabbed a fresh carton of orange juice to add to the coffee and followed her daughter back to the room. “See?” Trixie said crossing her arms in triumph as she stood back to reveal Lucifer standing in the middle of the room looking confused.
Chloe knew it was him without question, despite his features being softer and younger than usual and he was also considerably shorter. The breakfast pots rattled alarmingly as she tried to steady both the tray and her nerves and quickly moved to the table to put it down.
“What the hell happened?” she asked as she finally turned back to him, “are you okay?” was anything about this situation okay, really? “Trixie, go and get dressed,” she told her daughter who pouted instantly. “Now.” Chloe told her with raised eyebrows that told her she wasn’t going to argue the point.
“Fine! So long as we get to play snowballs!” Trixie said dragging her feet as she headed back to her bedroom.
“So, was it your idea or hers to go outside, get cold and wet and toss snow around?” Chloe asked with amusement, suspecting Lucifer had nothing to do with the decision as children’s games, like children, were entirely alien to him. Or so she’d thought.