#deckerstar!babies

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Lucifer being...well...Lucifer...

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When Chloe’s and Lucifer’s son, John, starts kindergarten, Lucifer does full background checks on all the parents whose children are John’s friends before letting him go on play dates. Chloe repeatedly tells him that he’s being ridiculous and way overprotective, but secretly finds not only comfort in his actions, but thinks it’s really sweet. 

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Daddy Lucifer Micro Drabbles (Part One)

Based on THIS POST, micro drabbles on Lucifer’s experiences as a dad.

Nursery Classics

His fingers drum against the firm leather of his steering wheel, he head slightly bobbing to the beat. As the melodic tune plays, he matches every lyric that escapes. When he pulls up to a traffic light that has just turned red, out of the corner of his eye, he sees a couple in the car beside his giving him a weird look. He throws them a similar glare, quite unsure why they are looking at him so in the first place. When the light turns green, he drives off, putting the curiosity of the other car behind him as he starts to jam to “Old Macdonald Had a Farm”.

Baby Wipes

The woman in front of him at the coffee shop struggles as she juggles her squirming infant and her steaming hot lattee. When she finally sets down her drink and manages to drag a high chair over, she exhales as she looks around for something to wipe down the seat. Feeling chivalrous, the devil steps forward, yanking his wallet from his coat pocket before fishing around. With a grin, he holds out a single packet wet wipe towards the surprised, but grateful mother. He, of course, knows her plight, having a kid of his own, and as she wipes down the chair, he makes a mental note of getting a container of wet wipes for Lux.

Car Keys

He’s so exhausted that when the alarm goes off, he forgoes showering and instead saunters into the baby’s room, picks up the finally sleeping infant, and places him beside unconscious Chloe. Despite being kept up all night with a very upset baby suffering from the pains of teething, he knows he has to at least go check on Lux. A mug of lukewarm coffee, he grabs the keys to the car and stumbles out the door. For some reason, the car’s automatic unlock feature isn’t working. He sighs, shaking his head as goes to manually open it. It’s then, as he tries to shove the key in the lock, he looks down to see huge, plastic, brightly colored keys that definitely do not go to his car. He curses as he stares down at the toy. If these were on the counter, where the bloody hell were his own?