Disclaimer: I do not own Lucifer or any of the awesome characters from the show.

The California sun was bright as it reflected off the water in the turbulent swimming pool. A man with dark brown hair and eyes that sparkled like emeralds swam after a young boy who was practically a carbon copy of himself. The two were being monitored by a heavily pregnant woman who was reclined in a lounge chair beneath a large umbrella. The woman's black hair fluttered about her shoulders, while her dark brown eyes were covered by a pair of expensive sunglasses, a gift from the man in the pool.

The quiet of the afternoon was broken by a small voice "Mommy! Mommy! Help! Daddy's going to tickle me." The boy yelled to his mother while flailing about trying to escape his father.

The woman under the umbrella laughed, "You're on your own Sweetheart. By the time, I manage to waddle out of this chair your Daddy will already have you in his clutch. I suggest you learn to swim faster."

As the woman was speaking to her son, his father had swum up behind the boy. With speed, no human could achieve, he lifted the boy up and pulled the child to his chest tickling his ribcage as he did. The child screamed in surprise and glee as his father continued the assault, finally stopping when it was clear the boy needed oxygen.

The man smiled down at his child, "I got you and that means it is time to get out of the pool. We have been in here for hours now."

"But Daddy! I'm not tired yet," pleaded the boy. His expression forming a pout and reminding his father of an uncle the child had yet to meet.

"Dante Joseph Healer. I said it is time to get out." With a stern expression and an easy shove the man ushered his son out of the pool, shooting an exasperated expression over the child's head towards his chuckling wife.

Dante walked past his mother, who was hiding her grin behind the large glass of lemonade she was holding, into the house. Once inside the boy made his way up the stairs to change out of his wet swim trunks and to find another activity to occupy his time. All the while maintaining his pouting face.

Outside the man now reclined in the chair next to his wife with a similar look on his face. "I don't see what's so funny, Maria. I thought as the other parent you were supposed to back me up when the child doesn't listen."

Maria Healer smiled at her husband, "Raphael, you know that I do back you up in the parenting department just as you do for me. But Honey, when he pouts our son looks more like you then he usually does and I can't help it. I find it hilarious."

Raphael took his turn to chuckle lightly at his wife's comment, "Funny, I thought he looked like my brother."

Maria reached out and caressed her husband's arm, "Which brother, you have so many?" Her curiosity spreading across her face.

Smiling sadly Raphael replied, "Lucifer of course. None of us could pout quite like him." The smile resembled more of a frown as thoughts of the brother he desperately wanted to see for the past millennia floated through his mind.

The couple became quiet after that. Maria knew that discussing family was always tough for her husband, especially when it came to his youngest brother. Maria continued stroking her husband's arm, as he was still lost in his reverie, choosing to trace the lines of one of the many intricate tattoos that covered a vast expanse of his body.

Once again, their peace was broken by their son, "Daddy! Come quick! Grandpa's here." Raphael looked at his wife, who shared his expression of shock. The two then scrambled as quickly as possible to get up. Raphael taking the necessary time to help his due-any-day-now wife to stand. The second the two were upright and balanced they made a beeline for the living room.

In the family room, Dante was standing next to his Grandpa who stood just over six feet tall with dark hair and sky blue eyes. Grandfather and Grandson were engaged in a conversation concerning the recent birthday present given from the elder to the young child. The child was excited as the gift was a tortoise he named Hector. Currently, the two were in front of the large aquarium that housed the reptile as Dante explained in detail all the interesting things Hector had done in the week since the child's eighth birthday.

From the doorway, Dante's parents observed the pair in front of the aquarium. Maria found it ironic that she no longer thought it was strange to find God in her home. Meanwhile, Raphael took in his Father's tense shoulders, the distracted way he was interacting with Dante and the fact that He wasn't due back here until Christmas. Those observations led him to conclude something big, possibly biblical, was about to happen and he was going to have to deal with it.

Author Note: I thank you for taking the time to read my story. Please feel free to leave comments on the work, I am always looking to improve my writing. Also, this story will have multiple chapters, so tune in for more!