Crowley was halfway to the doorway when he stood on a creaky floorboard, causing Aziraphale to wake up, at least part way.

"What's going on?"

"Nothing, go back to sleep, I'm just taking some rubbish out." Aziraphale frowned, even half asleep that didn't sound like something the demon would do. He rubbed his eyes sitting up. "I said go back to sleep." The baby made a small noise and suddenly the angel was very awake, walking towards Crowley urgently. "Bugger. Fine, it's a baby, lets get rid of it."

"Crowley! You can't just throw out a baby. Where did it come from anyway?" He was looking at the baby with a very soft look on his face and as much as it was adorable Crowley had a sinking feeling the angel was already getting attached… then the baby opened its eyes. "Oh good heavens! Look! It's got your eyes Crowley, is this… is this your baby?" Crowley glared down at the infant, which did indeed have yellow slitted eyes much like his own.

"It's not my baby. It showed up on the bookshelf." He responded grumpily. "Now let's get rid of it before you get too attached." It was clearly too late though… the baby had its grip on one of Aziraphale's fingers. "Please, angel, please can we just give it away? Not our problem any more, just give it away…?"

"But it's so small, and helpless, and beautiful, besides you know the humans are afraid of things they don't understand, what will they say about its eyes? I wonder what it's called." Crowley stomped back over towards the bookcase, which caused the baby to lose its grip on Aziraphale and start crying, which he ignored.

"Check that folded bit of paper then, I'm sure it says something." It had been under the baby and he'd made a note to come back and get it once he had gotten rid of the thing but clearly that was not going to happen now. Aziraphale frowned and gave the baby his left pinky finger to hold onto while he used his right hand to open up the papers.

"It's adoption papers… we're both listed as the adoptive fathers, look." Crowley sighed heavily. "Seraphina Crowley, that's a lovely name. We could call her Sarah for short." Aziraphale was looking at him with pleading in his eyes, like he had the last crepe in the world and didn't want to share. But this wasn't just food, and they couldn't just… raise a baby. Could they?

"Fine, you can keep it, but I am not changing any nappies."