Summary: A collection of short, unrelated stories about Bobby and Crowley. Contains Bobby/Crowley slash. Please R&R!

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters.

A/N: OMG! *Happy dance* A CHAPTER WITH JUST OVER A THOUSAND WORDS! OMG! Thanks for the support with the last chapter! This one's really fluffy and cute. It's an MPreg and Egg!fic all in one hahah YAY!

Hope you enjoy it!

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Twenty-Six Words for Bobby and Crowley

4. Daughter

Bobby slowly entered the darkened bedroom, being careful not to immediately wake Crowley who was sleeping soundly in the nest that their bed had become. The demon lay curled up under the blankets, holding the dark pink egg close to him and rubbing it tenderly.

It looked metallic, yet it wasn't. It had a shiny, sparkling shell, which Bobby never expected from a demon egg. There was a baby in there. A beautiful baby, and this baby was the one co-created by him and Crowley one night after a lot of whiskey and an argument over who was the better singer, Nat King Cole or Frank Sinatra. The strange argument had led to hot, angry, drunken sex and here was a baby growing in an egg.

The two had seen fit to humanise the baby by getting Castiel to bless her, and they were now waiting for the egg to hatch. The dark pink shell and the sparkles suggested that the egg harboured a girl when they'd first seen it. They'd both prayed for a girl.

"Crowley?" Bobby said softly, climbing into the nest and rubbing the demon's back, "Crowley? Come on, it's time to get up."

Crowley murmured and held the egg a little tighter, continuing to rub it sleepily as he brought a hand up to rub his eyes. He looked at Bobby and sighed, snuggling back up to the egg.

"I'm still tired, Bobby." He muttered, Bobby grinning a little and kissing him, then the egg, "She's tired too. Leave her."

A sweet sound emerged from inside the egg, almost like a little murmur from the baby. A little hand touched the shell, then another as the tiny girl moved around inside it which made both parents smile.

"Good morning, Ella Grace." Crowley whispered, "It's lovely to see you."

"Morning, Ella." Bobby chuckled, "Damn, your papa's got it bad for you. You just turn him into a puddle of mush, don't you, huh?"

Crowley glared playfully and kissed the egg, rubbing it softly.

"Hope you come out soon, Ella." He said softly, "You're well worth the pain and the wait, but damn, we just can't wait to see you."

This baby had brought a side of Crowley that no-one, not even Crowley himself knew existed. A sudden love and rushed out of him, both for Bobby and their little girl. Right now, he was too pained and exhausted to care that he sounded like the world's biggest wuss. He just wanted Ella in the world with them, where she should be. He wanted to cuddle and kiss her. He wanted to look after her. He wanted to see her, to hear her little voice and to feel her in his arms. His and Bobby's squirming little human.

As if understanding his words, the little feet and hands began to pound at the shell, and cracks started to form in it.

"Oh, my God..." Bobby breathed, Crowley stopping him as he went to open the curtains.

"Soft light, Bobby. Her eyes will be weak. Just the bedside lamp will do." He said softly, "Get the blankets."

"I'll grab her clothes and diapers too while I'm there." Bobby said, "I won't be long."

He kissed Crowley's temple and headed off to get everything, returning as more cracks appeared in the shell. The two sat close by it, both holding blankets to clean her up. Bobby decided that Crowley should be the one to pick her up first and hold her, since he'd done all the carrying and birthing and he'd nursed the egg for all this time.

"Come on, my darling." The demon whispered, "You can do it, sweetheart."

"That's it, honey bear." Bobby said softly as part of the shell broke away, "Come on, baby, let's see your beautiful face, huh?"

The shell broke away to reveal little Ella laying in the remains of it, her tiny legs kicking as cries escaped her lips. She hiccuped and trembled in the cold of the room, and Bobby immediately cleaned her off before picking her up carefully and passing her to Crowley who just wrapped her straight up and cradled her in his embrace, hushing her as she cried.

"Well done, you little angel." He whispered, "You're so strong, Ella."

The baby blinked up at him with her big brown eyes and gazed at him for a moment, a smile crossing his lips as she gripped his finger while he held her effortlessly with one arm. She had his dark hair, a small tuft of it which he knew would be thick and luscious. He could just see it coming.

"Hello, Ella Grace..." He breathed, "Daddy and Papa are here, darling. You're here with us...You're safe with us now, it's all okay."

Bobby watched as real tears filled Crowley's eyes before he kissed Ella's head, passing her across to Bobby who kept her held close, their eyes meeting as she gripped his finger in her little hands, watching it as he wiggled it softly.

"Hey, you..." He whispered, "God, Ella, you're just gorgeous. One look at you and we're both cryin' like big women."

Bobby looked to Crowley who sighed softly as a tear rolled down his face, and through his slight embarrassment he went to wipe it away. But Bobby took his hand, kissed it and then kissed away the tear, resting the demon's hand on their baby's belly.

"Good morning, Crowley." He whispered, Crowley smiling and kissing him deeply.

"Good morning, Bobby." He replied, looking to the beautiful baby in Bobby's arms, "Good morning, Ella Grace Singer."

"Good morning, Ella Grace Singer." Bobby repeated, the two settling down to share their first moments with their new baby.

Hope you enjoyed!

Thanks for reading so far!

xxxxxxxxxxxxxx