Lucifer knew that he would need to eat, humans ate. He loved to eat obviously; Mexican food was one of his favorites. Getting out of bed however was far too difficult. He'd figured out after some research on normal human pregnancies that the woman's body would have to adjust to carrying the child; meaning her intestines would shift a little bit and she'd gain weight to support the baby.

From what he figured out, his pregnancy had its similarities. For instance, he was in pain and his body adjusted. However, he had some differences. His back pain from his wings was still very painful, and that alone would have kept him in bed for weeks. Added to that was the pain in his abdomen. His body needed food to be able to survive and not die but he hurt far too much to move and with Maze gone, he had no one to help him. His head hurt from not eating and just in general. He'd managed to take a painkiller without water and that helped a small amount, but he really needed to get up and have some food and water, he'd gone almost 4 days without anything, on top of the several of the several days before that, that he'd struggled to eat and cope with the pain.

He'd lost a good amount of weight, at least 10 lbs which he did not really have to lose. His hair was long overdue for a shower and he was a sweaty mess. He'd not moved in several days, he hadn't even sat up. His phone was clinging to what was left of its battery life. Chloe had called a few times, sent messages but he simply sent back, "sorry detective, I'm unavailable at the moment."

After awhile, Chloe got suspicious, and  then she got mad. Lucifer was avoiding her she was determined to talk to him about it. Arriving at Lux, she saw that it was open but nowhere in sight did she see Mazikeen. It seems that there was a new person behind the bar serving, a guy. She found her way up to his apartment and knocked. When she got no answer, she tried the door it was unlocked.

Going inside, she saw that the place had not been touched, the glass on the piano remained, obviously several days old and the blinds were closed. Lucifer almost always had them open, something didn't seem right. "Lucifer?" she called out. He cursed softly to himself and covered himself with his quilt.

She searched the entire place before she went into his bedroom, "Lucifer" she called rather loudly.

"You don't have to shout so loud." He whined.

"I didn't shout."

"You did, but that's besides the point, what do you want detective?" he said from beneath the blankets, not wanting to face her.

"You've been avoiding me."

"As I told you before, I am feeling under the weather."

"Where is Mazikeen?"

"She went.... home. Said that she was home sick and had other duties to attend to. She left almost 2 weeks ago.." he said coarsely, his voice not used to talking.

"She left you...while you were sick?" Chloe asked.

"Yes, and she never looked back."

"Who's taken care of you?"

"No one? I'm the devil, he has no friends, and his father pretty much hates him and so more than half his siblings."

"Apart from sounding like your usual nut job self, what hurts?"

"Ouch detective, one day you will see that I have told the truth and am not delusional....Well, for starters, my back, the pain is quite crippling, then there is my head, which if you wouldn't mind...could you talk softer. Then there is my abdomen, I know what is wrong, but no human doctor can care for me, I'll be dissected and turned into a science project. I just want the pain to stop."

"Okay...for starters, when was the last time you ate?"

"Honestly don't remember...Tuesday..."

"Lucifer, its Sunday..." she said with concern.

"Tuesday, two weeks ago?"

"How you aren't unconscious or dead is beyond me, I think you need to see a doctor- or at least eat something."

"Gee, I wonder why I hadn't thought of that, food. How necessary for life functions. I WOULD if I COULD get out of Bed detective." He said with a bit of attitude, laced with pain.

"on a scale of 1-10 what is your pain level?"

"1000, in my entire life, I have never felt pain this bad. My brother refused to help me, bloody bastard. Things its cute to eat his little lollipop and go back to having sex with his little hunter boyfriend, what about me? I need help, but noooo, the one brother who doesn't hate me, is too busy getting it on with Sam than help me."

"Who is your brother?" she asked.

"Gabriel."

"Your father named you Lucifer, your brother Gabriel? He really went biblical with that."

"That's because he is God." Lucifer said under his breath.

"Let me make you something to eat, get some water in you along with a few pain killers and we'll see how that goes." She suggested.

He nodded, "thank you."

She nodded and went out to make him food. When she returned, she helped him sit up, during that time, he made no sexual comments or blunt statements- he was silent. She noticed how dull his eyes were, the dark circles that contrasted with his pale skin, which was even more pale since he'd not left his bed in days, almost weeks, and the absence of food in his body hadn't helped. His cheeks were sunken in ever so slightly. He looked awful.

Once he was fed, she filled his tub with warm water and helped him to it. With shaky hands he managed to get in and sit down in the water, yet again, he said no sexual comments, which had her concerned in a sense. Once he was in the water, he started to relax. His back was less tense but still quite painful, and most of the pain was where his wings once were apart of him, the scars being the exact location of his pain, which then went into his spine. After about 15 minutes, he felt better, but was still in discomfort. She ended up helping him wash his hair, as he was too weak to do it. None of it was severely awkward as they both saw it as a friend helping a friend in desperate need, with no one else to help him.

Once he was all clean, she drained the tub and gave him a towel. He dried himself off and managed to get out of the tub. It was once he was clothed that he swayed and stumbled. She caught him, and supported him as well as she could as she led him back to his bed, where she had changed his sheets for him. All of which she did because she felt that he needed someone to help him, and if she left him there, she'd return in a week or two to a corpse.

Once he was back in bed, he finally spoke, "thank you...for showing me kindness...Trixie has an amazing role model." He said softly. Being pregnant definitely made him a sappy hormonal man.

"Thank you Lucifer." She said with a small smile. Her phone rang; she had another case to go to. "I have to go to a crime scene, but if you need anything, call Me." she said before having to go immediately.

Once she was long gone he sighed and said, "for once...somebody has sympathy for the Devil."

A/N: I HAD TO; I saw a moment right there and had to take it. Is this all-making sense? (The story?) It made sense when I started, that his grace was almost gone and in an attempt to cling to what was left, his body began to create another angel, inside him, trying to make up for the no grace but instead it worked so that he is pregnant, going to have another Angel. The pain in his back is from his wings, which the grace being gone and them being burnt up, he can felt the burning they felt when they burnt up on the beach. His abdomen pain is from the baby and his head pain is from not eating/ severe dehydration. The rolling stones are great, and so is a lot of the music on the show.

PS! This will be posted on Fanfiction.net , as I do prefer on having two locations for my work just in case one site goes down (its happened before, MIW fanfic site went down and my story was nonexistent until it went back up- that was fun)

Let me know what you think! <3