To say that Lucifer was unused to cleaning was an understatement.

Growing up, his family had always had plenty of cleaning staff, taking care of most things that could be considered housework.

 

After getting disowned and thrown out never to see his family again (aside from on the TV screen or in the news), he could no longer say the same.

Lilith had laughed at how badly he managed to botch his attempts at it when they first moved in together, but he was hellbent on learning.

 

Now, one pregnancy and almost four years later, Lucifer was… well. Still not <i>good</i> at it by any means (window cleaning was the bane of his existence), but he had gotten a whole lot better at it. Was pretty decent at it, even. Having a whirlwind of a kid to pick up after and try to keep out of trouble certainly helped.

 

With a hand broom in one hand and a dustpan in the other, Lucifer reached underneath the couch in search of dust. A weight against his back made him look up into Charlie’s curious face.

“What’re you doing, daddy?”

“Hey Char-Char.” The smile on his face was warm at the sight of her, distracting him from the unpleasant texture of dust particles clinging to his fingertips. “I’m looking for dust bunnies.”

“Bunnies?!” Charlie gasped, climbing over him so she could throw herself down on the floor in front of him, peering underneath the couch. She squinted into the shadows. “...I don’t see them.”

“It’s what balls of dust are called, there aren’t any actual bunnies here.” At her disappointed face, he pressed a kiss to the crown of her head. “Want to make some when I’m done down here?”

She lit up, rolling over to face him. “Yes!” She got to her feet, climbing over his body to bound over to the crafting shelf. “Come on!”

Lucifer laughed. “I’ll be with you in a minute, sweetie. I still need to clean this first.”

“Hurry!”

Lucifer had never swept the floor underneath the couch as fast as he did then. After disposing of the dust and washing his hands, he joined Charlie in front of the shelf, as she picked out a large gray pompom to use as a base.

 

As Charlie started on her new project, Lucifer picked out a pompom of his own. She made herself comfortable in his lap, almost spilling glue over both of them as she tried to glue a foot onto her bunny’s body at the same time.

“Careful Char-Char,” he warned through a laugh, catching the drops of glue with his hand. “I didn’t put any paper on the floor.”

She gave a cheerful ‘okay’, before falling into concentrated silence, the tip of her tongue between her teeth. Lucifer worked on his own bunny with his arms around her, his smile never leaving his face.

 

When Lilith came home, she was greeted by a small army of colourful round bunnies, Charlie’s first, large gray bunny at its very front.

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