"Children are a great comfort to have in your old age-and they help you reach it faster too."

~Lionel Kauffman

"I think," Crowley said suddenly closing the large book he was reading, "we should adopt a child."

"A child?" Bobby sputtered in suprise spilling droplets of coffee on his own book about supernatural beings.

"Yes, a small munchkin to run around the house."

"Ya' don't mean steal one from a hospital, or something?" Bobby asked a questioning looking gracing his features.

"It will be illegal- mostly," Crowley replied a large smirk plastered on his lips. "There will be paper-work involved though."

"Such an idget." Bobby sighed before he shut his book. The only sound in the quiet room was the rustling of papers and the loud 'thud' of the cover shutting. "What is this really about?"

"I don't quite follow," Crowley replied looking out the window.

"Demons are'nt maternal, any person with a lick of sense would know that," Bobby walked over to where Crowley sat on the couch away from the newspaper clippings and notes Bobby had made on the large oak table. "What do you really mean."

"Can't put anything past you," Crowley smirked ."It's a good thing I'm not the cheating type; you would have exercised me years ago."

"I'm going to exorcise you in a few minutes if you dont tell me what you mean." Bobby placed a hand on his face rubbing his rugged beard.

"Don't laugh," Crowley said his smirk disappearing into a thin line. "I think you would make a great father."

"Are you kidding, that's it?" Bobby asked smiling lightly.

"Well, no," Crowley answered sheepishly, "If you had a normal life than you would have been able to conceive Bobby Jr."

Bobby placed a hand on Crowley's shoulder before saying, "I don't regret anything, ya' idiot. I chose to be with you."

"One day you may though," Crowley's lips turned up into a sad smirk, "and when that day comes I want to have something that binds us together still."

"You worry too damn much for a demon," Bobby said a smile gracing his lips.

"I blame it on the delicious sex," Crowley licked his lips suggestively.

Bobby quickly took the signal and leant down to place his lips on Crowley's. Bobby pushed Crowley against the couch. Bobby used his hand right hand for support, while he used his left to cup Bobby's chin. The duo pulled apart, their hot breath mingling, after the chaste kiss.

"Do you really want a kid?" Bobby asked playing with the collar on Crowley's suit.

"I do want one with you," Crowley purred out, "luckily for you, I've already got the adoption all set up."

"You what?" Bobby asked pulling back a little.

"Don't be so surprised, love," Crowley smirked, "I am always prepared."

"You idget," Bobby shook his head.

"We should call the munchkin Bobby Jr."

"No way in hell." Bobby growled out before he bent down to give Crowley another kiss.