Y/n woke up around noon of the next day. He groaned and stretched on the bed. He opened his eyes and looked to the side. On the bedside table he found clean clothes and with a piece of paper on top. It said that Lucifer wanted him to put them on and get ready for the shopping he mentioned the day before. Y/n sighed and got dressed. The shirt and pants were a bit too big on him, but he walked out of the room anyway.

-Good morning Y/n. – grinned Lucifer. – Here's your breakfast.

-Burgers for breakfast? – asked Y/n chuckling.

-I'm a cool parent. – he said. – Roll your sleeves up, they are too long.

Y/n nodded and rolled his sleeves up, before he got to eating. He hummed at the good taste and finished up quickly. Then Lucifer dragged his son to his car and started the vehicle. Y/n was grinning through the ride, until Lucifer's phone rang. Lucifer checked the caller ID before he answered it.

-Detective! – he said. – May I help you?

-Where the hell are you? – she asked clearly annoyed. – We have a case.

-I'm afraid that has to wait, I will stop by later, bye.- he said quickly and hung up before she could say anything.

-The Devil himself is working? – chuckled Y/n.

-It's more for entertainment. – answered Lucifer and pulled on the parking lot. – But now we have something more important to take care of.

They got out of the car and walked in to the mall. Y/n didn't know where to go, but Lucifer had a checklist in his mind already. He pulled him to his favorite tailor for a set of new suits. They spend half an hour there, most of the time was consumed by the tailor taking Y/n's measures and chatting with Lucifer. He ordered fifteen new suits for Y/n, got five sets that were ready, and let Y/n get changed into one. Then he dragged him to the next store. Y/n looked around just to notice they were in the electronics store.

-Pick a phone. – said Lucifer.

-But...I know complete nothing about the new stuff...- muttered Y/n.

Once Lucifer heard that, he rolled his eyes and pulled Y/n to the right alley. He quickly picked a decent phone in his opinion, but he was far from being done. He got a gamer laptop, a console, a TV and all of the games available in the store. Y/n wanted to protest at the amount of money Lucifer spent on him already, but his father completely ignored him.

-Anything else you always wanted to have? – asked Lucifer and patiently waited for an answer from his son.

-I never thought about it. – shrugged Y/n. – I didn't expect change of my life. It's all thanks to uncle Amenadiel. – Lucifer nodded his head before an idea popped in his head.

-Do you have a driving license? – he asked.

-I happen to have it. – answered Y/n. – I worked as a car mechanic, so I managed to afford it.

-Perfect. – grinned Lucifer. – What is your dream car?

-Dad, don't...

-Answer the question. – Lucifer got a bit annoyed.

-I wish I had a black Viper...it would be nice...- muttered Y/n, and yelped when his father dragged him into his car.

He drove to the Dodge dealer, searching for a perfect car for his son. Once Y/n laid his eyes on the black Viper SRT with a red stripe going through the center of its' body he walked up to the vehicle. He touched it with his hand and smiled.

-This one please. – he said looking at his father.

Lucifer bough the car and drove home, while Y/n was driving right behind him. They parked the cars next to each other, then Lucifer motioned for his son to get in his Corvette. He informed him that they were going to meet Detective Chloe Decker. Y/n felt a bit anxious but nonetheless he trusted his father. The ride didn't last long, Lucifer took a sharp turn on the parking lot of the police station and turned the engine off. They got out of the car and went inside. Lucifer walked proudly with a smile on his face, while Y/n was right behind him.

-Where the hell were you?! – yelled Chloe, picking Y/n's interest. – Who's that? – she asked turning her attention to Y/n.

-I'm Y/n L...- started Y/n, but he was quickly cut off by Lucifer.

-Morningstar. – grinned Lucifer. – Y/n Morningstar, may I introduce you to my son.