They ended up sleeping for four hours, but neither of them particularly minded. They got up leisurely, just enjoying each other's company. Crowley decided that a spot had miraculously opened up at the new sushi restaurant Aziraphale had been dying to try and they got into the demon's Bentley for a pleasant night out. This had become somewhat of a pattern for them in the weeks following the Apoco-wasn't. They would spend the day together- going out to eat, feeding the ducks at the park, or any number of things- and then they would make their way back to one of their homes and spend the night together as well. They tried spending a night apart, once, but that had made them both miserable and ended up with Crowley, shaking in the rain at two in the morning, knocking on Aziraphale's door and trying to make it look casual. They both had nightmares that could only be helped by seeing the other so they had made an unspoken agreement to spend all of their nights together for the foreseeable future. This had become their new Arrangement and it was working quite well for them. It became even better when they admitted that the feelings they held for each other were more than platonic. They began to sleep, not only in the same room, but the same bed as well. And cuddles and kisses were soon added to the mix.
That night, after sushi, they made their way back to Aziraphale's. They opened up a bottle of red and talked about everything and nothing. They talked about literature and movies, about the end of the world and the new beginning they were getting, and about how they really ought to check in on Adam, make sure he's doing alright. They talked late into the night until the heaviness of sleep began to hit them; then they went to sleep, cradled into each other's arms.
Aziraphale awoke in the morning with the feeling that something wasn't quite right. The sun was shining, Crowley was there- limbs wrapped snugly around him- and nothing seemed to be amiss, but there was this horrible feeling in his gut. Aziraphale untangled himself from Crowley and sat up. As soon as he did so his whole body lurched and he found himself, for the first time in 6000 years, rushing to the toilet. Crowley was there in a second, rubbing his back soothingly and watching him worriedly.
"Angel?" He asked. "Angel, are you okay?"
Aziraphale was too busy retching up yesterday's sushi and wine to respond. What felt like a lifetime later, he was finally able to lift his head up and answer. "I-I think there may be something else wrong with this body as well. Maybe the stomach wasn't made quite right?"
Crowley then insisted they make an immediate visit to Tadfield to talk with Adam and though Aziraphale had originally objected, stating that he didn't want to make Adam feel bad over something as little as this, he ended up agreeing after another round of throwing up. And so they found themselves in the Bentley, making their way to Tadfield for the first time in a month.
They arrived at Anathema's cottage in record time. If she was surprised to see them she didn't let on. She let them both inside and listened while they explained the situation. She looked at Aziraphale cryptically.
"Adam should be here soon; he usually stops with the Them after school. But I can tell just from looking at you that something's off. It's in your aura. It looks different," she said and continued to look at him curiously.
"Different?" Aziraphale began cautiously. "How so?"
"Well, it...it's as if you have multiple auras around you."
"Multiple? Does one of them look like Madame Tracy's? I think that when Adam split me from her we didn't get separated all the way. That could be why I started getting sick; these organs are too human."
"No, it doesn't look a thing like Madame Tracy's...if anything, it looks more like his," she said as she pointed to Crowley.
"Me?!" Crowley shouted at the same time as Aziraphale exclaimed, "Crowley?!"
They looked at each other for a minute, trying to figure out what happened.
"Do you think it's possible," Aziraphale began, "that when we switched bodies we never switched over completely?"
"No, I'm sure I'm all of me, and I know I don't have any of you left in me. Besides, that wouldn't make you sick."
Anathema nodded. "I can confirm that Crowley's aura is all his own."
They each sat in their own thoughts for a long while until the door slammed open and the Them came in.
"Crowley! Aziraphale!" Adam yelled and came running in, Dog hot on his heels. The rest of the Them followed after.
Crowley stood up right away. "Adam," he said sternly, "we need you to remake Aziraphale's body."
Adam looked confused, looking from Crowley to Anathema to Aziraphale before asking, "Why? What's wrong with the body I gave him?"
"Nothing's wrong, my dear boy, not really," Aziraphale started and Crowley glared at him. "B-but there are a few parts that seem to have been mixed up when you made it and I've been getting sick, like humans do."
"I didn't make it," Adam said. "I just thought you should have your own body and one appeared for you. I made the bookstore and Crowley's car, but the body wasn't made by me exactly."
"It's okay if you made it, Adam. Everyone makes mistakes." Aziraphale said patiently. "But we need to work together to fix it. This form has a uterus and ovaries that don't belong here and possibly some other things that aren't sitting with me well. We need to figure out what you put in this form in order to make me better."
"I'm not lying," Adam huffed. "I don't even know what a uterus is!"
"Oh!" said Pepper. "I know what that is! It's where a baby grows."
"...Baby…" Anathema froze. "Aziraphale! I know where I've seen an aura like yours before!"
"Where?" Crowley asked before Aziraphale could even open his mouth.
"I, well, I didn't think it would be possible, but with everything that's-"
"Expecting?" Aziraphale looked as if he was about to faint. "Anathema, that's ridiculous, I haven't even," he looked at the children and then back at her, "I've never
"Please, for the love of Sata-God-Somebody! Just get on with it Device." Crowley snarled.
"...Expecting mothers often have more than one aura."even, you know, it just wouldn't be possible. Are you saying the vomiting is, what, morning sickness? That doesn't-"
Anathema shrugged and Crowley slowly sat back into the couch, not really sure of what to say or do.
"I...I'm going back to my shop," Aziraphale said shakily and, with a snap of his fingers, he was gone.
"So," Wensleydale said after a minute of silence, "did Adam accidently make Aziraphale pregnant?"
"No," Anathema answered. "I rather think Crowley did that."
"Oooh," went all of the children.
"Me?! I didn't do anything!" Crowley exclaimed, getting up from the couch once again and tugging at his hair in frustration. "We didn't do anything! We kissed, that's it!"
"Yes," Anathema began, "but you shared each other's bodies, right? You were each other for a day- mind, body, and soul? That sounds far more intimate than sex even."
"It wasn't like that; it wasn't sexual at all. We were tricking our bosses and saving our lives...I don't see how that could…I didn't even think angels or demons could get pregnant." Crowley took a breath he hadn't even realized he'd been holding in and said, "I'm going to the shop as well."
Just as he began to storm out Anathema called out to him, "We'll try to look for other possibilities, but keep us in touch, okay? If all else, I'm an excellent midwife."