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Aziraphale thumbed lazily through his bible as he stared out the window at the ocean. He basked in the warmth of the sun as he watched Crowley come trekking across a short sand dune with little Castiel toddling along. He gave a lazy smile at the pair, heart swelling with an unspoken pride as Crowley lowered himself down to Castiel to show him a seashell. The toddler stuffed his fist in his mouth and stared at it with a small tilt of his head. Crowley's mouth curved into a smirk as the toddler startled when the shell sprung legs and fretfully kicked at the air. Aziraphale chuckled when Castiel removed his fist and flipped the creature right up before smiling at Crowley.

The demon gave a tense smile before setting the crab back down onto the sand. Aziraphale felt more pride at the somewhat kind act than he rightfully should have. Crowley was becoming a grey area sort of demon, if those even existed, and Aziraphale was relishing in it. They had changed so much with the arrival of their fledgling, Crowley sacrificing his study for a nursery and Aziraphale turning almost all of his attention from his books to the little one that was growing far too quickly for both of them. He didn't know how Crowley and he had received an award of a fledgling but they didn't complain about it in the slightest. There was something wondrous about raising a young being with your partner. It was a treasure in every way seeing the way all three changed over time.

Aziraphale pushed himself to his feet and headed into the kitchen and readied lunch for their small family. He listened to the door open and the soft shuffling of feet as Crowley attempted to shake most of the sand on the stone work at the front door. Castiel was making cooing noises as he toddled into the house and slid a bit on the freshly cleaned floors. The toddler made his way over to Aziraphale and gave his khaki colored pant leg a firm tug.

The angel smiled down at his child, "So impatient Castiel," he teased lightly.

"You made his favorite didn't you?" Crowley asked as he shuffled into the kitchen with his lounge pants. Aziraphale was amused with the sounds those pants made, reminding him of two creatures hissing at each other.

"I can't believe he likes these hamburgers as much as he does," Aziraphale tutted as Castiel gave another impatient tug. Crowley scooped the toddler into his arms and let him watch Azirphale put together the food. They remained in a sort of harmony as the angel made lunch with his demon and their small child, who had decided that tomatoes were not his favorite fruit as he tossed one onto the floor.