Chapter 21: A Year, A Love and A Baby

Summary:

A year later, a love, a baby and more.

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Aziraphale woke up, looking over at his husband, Crowley, the man of his dreams, a man that he never had thought he would ever have, and yet here they both were, a year later. Married, in love with each other, actually happy.

It was their anniversary, their very first one of many to come. Sighing Aziraphale reached over, slowly running his fingers through Crowleys flame-kissed hair, longer than it had been. Crowley had been growing it out for Aziraphale and himself, Aziraphale had found that he adored Crowley in longer hair. Though if Aziraphale was honest with himself, he loved Crowley in any length hair.

A slight rumble came from Crowley as he turned onto his side, curling around his angel. A leg haphazardly tossed over Aziraphale's own and an arm pulling him closer. Aziraphale couldn't help the loving smile that was on his face, nor the nervousness of the day.

The ever stealthy angel squirmed out from under Crowleys embrace to start and get ready. Aziraphale needed to make sure that the cottage was in perfect order. It took a moment, but, finally, getting out from under Crowley, even though there were more than a few disgruntled complaints, Aziraphale walked to a room just down the hall from their bedroom.

Over the year, Crowley had surprised Aziraphale with a beautiful little cottage in the South Downs, near the water, quaint, like Aziraphale. Inside had a small library, a living room, a lovely kitchen for Crowley, two bedrooms, a garden, and much to Aziraphale's glee, a sunroom. Lovingly redone for Aziraphale and renamed "The Star Room," all glass, wine off the side, and completely Aziraphale.

Aziraphale took a deep breath and opened the door, albeit slowly, the far bedroom opened to him. From the doorway, Aziraphale looked over the stars that were shooting across the ceiling and sliding down the walls. The walls were the color of sunsets and sunrises. The nursery had been finished for a few months now, Aziraphale had picked and positioned everything while Crowley painted the entirety of the nursery,

It was a room directly from heaven, a touch here and there of both the angel and demon. An apple tree was on the far wall not touched by the stars, and a stone wall was painted further out, an angel and a demon stood on it. The angel with his wing held proudly over the demon, protecting and saving him.

Aziraphale smiled, remembering that Crowley had painted it, one because of Aziraphale's book and because, according to Crowley, Aziraphale had saved and protected him just as much. Today the room wouldn't be empty anymore.

A baby had been born, and the mother had vanished. He was a beautiful baby boy, flame-kissed hair, angelically blue eyes, and they picked the name, Adam. It seemed fitting, as Adam had given Aziraphale back his voice and was still very much a part of their lives. Warm arms wrapped around Aziraphale's waist.

"Happy Anniversary, angel." Aziraphale wrapped his arms over the arms at his waist, leaning back into the touch of Crowley.

"Happy Anniversary, my love, a little nervous." Crowley smiled at his ever nervous angel, resting his chin on Aziraphale's shoulder.

"You are going to be the best Aziraphale, any child that has you has an angel watching over them and is the luckiest child in the world." Aziraphale closed his eyes, trying to not let any tears fall from him. Often he wondered when he became such a sap, but Aziraphale knew he was soft. Crowley turned Aziraphale around in his arms and held him.

Standing together in the light of the sun beaming into the nursery, the two leaned, forehead to forehead. Crowley ran his hands along Aziraphles back, before pulling him flush against him, holding him. Both looked in at the nursery before Crowley closed the door and walked them downstairs and into the kitchen.

"Go sit, I'll get you a tea."

Aziraphale's smiled and sat down, taking a deep breath, thinking it would help settle his nerves. Instead, Crowley heard the telltale intake of air and the shuttered exit of that same breath. Putting the cups down, Crowley walked back over to his angel, looking ta him, and bringing his hand to wipe away the tears that fell down his angel's cheeks.

"You're going to be a mess today, aren't you," Crowley said with as much love as anyone could have for anyone ever. Aziraphale simply nodded his head before burying his face against Crowley's stomach and lacing his fingers around his back.

An hour or so later, after tea, coffee, and a calm angel had gathered himself together, Crowley and Aziraphale found themselves outside. Sitting in the garden, Aziraphale watched Crowley wander around, disciplining plants here and there, only to have Aziraphale go praise them later, or as soon as Crowley was away from them earning a grumble.

Aziraphale got up and went into the house, leaving Crowley to deal with his garden as he entered their home. He looked at the telephone, Crowley was kind enough to get Aziraphale a landline. Chuckling at the thought that Aziraphale was so bad with technology, that Crowley put in landline to their little home, it was then that a knock at the door grabbed Aziraphale's attention.

Looking at the clock, it was too early, quickly he passed the couch and opened the door. Anathema was there with Newt, carrying a present for Aziraphale and Crowley. Smiling, he ushered them both in, just as he was going to close the door, a hand stopped him. Crowley had entered from the garden only in time to see Aziraphale stop and peek at the door.

Aziraphale was still nervous, even though Gabriel and the rest were going to be sentenced in a few days for what they had done. Shadwell was smirking with his new wife at the door. Tracey burst through, throwing her herself against Aziraphale in a hug.

"So any word yet?" Tracey may have been slightly more excited than Aziraphale, but that was up for debate. Crowley came in and welcomed everyone as well. Hugs and cheers were going around when the door was knocked on again. Aziraphale looked at the people there, realizing there was no one else that should be here.

Aziraphale's parents were taking care of EDEN while Crowley and Aziraphale got used to married life, and now with a new little one entering the picture, they were given as much time as they needed. Crowley put his hand on Aziraphale's shoulder as they both looked at the door. Slowly Aziraphale walked to the door, everyone was silent as he opened it.

There in the door was an older woman, one he hadn't met yet. Within her arms, a small bundle, wrapped in the finest of comfort. Vividly blue angelic eyes locked with Aziraphale's own, Crowley looked between the two, seeing similarities. Tears filled Aziraphale's eyes as he welcomed her into their home.

She said nothing; she looked at Aziraphale, holding her arms in front of her, a small little coo we heard. Aziraphale, without hesitation, came to take the bundle from her. Aziraphale looked between the woman and the baby he now held in his arms, tears fell freely from his eyes. Crowley came up behind Aziraphale, wrapping his arms around Aziraphale and their baby, his family.

"You're my grandmother, aren't you." Aziraphale sobbed gently as Crowley held their family within his arms, he looked at her and smiled. Aziraphale's grandmother came closer and put her arms around them, resting her forehead against Aziraphale's.

"I am my love, you did so well. You and your family are welcome to visit me whenever you like. Your family will never look or need for anything. You did so well, both of you." Kissing Aziraphale on the forehead, reaching up, she stroked the side of Crowley's face, smiled before kissing the baby in Aziraphale's arms. Turning, she smiled at the group and left without another word.

Aziraphale watched as the statuesque woman left their house, he could see the limousine she arrived in and saw the gentle wave. Aziraphale realized then that he had nothing to worry about ever again. Turning towards Crowley, he smiled that smile that was only meant for Crowley through the tears that fell.

Crowley pulled them together, their child held between them, protected by both for all time, protected by Aziraphale's grandmother. Their friends stood to come to see the baby. It was Shadwell that first put his arms around the new family, and the rest followed. In the middle of their cottage in South Downs, a group of friends that survived trials and tribulations held each other and welcomed a new life into their fold.

Finally, all had left, going home, to enjoy being newlyweds, to talk about the future, to love that a new life was with them. Aziraphale was sitting in the nursery, rocking Adam in a chair feeding him. Aziraphale smiled to himself, looking at the flame-kissed hair that Adam had and the vividly blue eyes that opened and closed as he was being fed.

Crowley leaned against the doorframe looking in at his husband, a beautiful angel that held their child. Aziraphale hadn't noticed him and was telling Adam stories, one of his favorite stories, one he had written himself, about an angel and a demon. Crowly stayed there quietly listening to Aziraphale tell the story, a smile that lived on his angels face, and in his chest a heart that beat for his family.

As the story came to a close and Azirapahel was content that Adame was asleep, he looked up, seeing his love in the door. That smile was on Aziraphale's lips, somehow gentler, somehow more loving. Standing and going to the crib, Crowley and Aziraphale looked down at their sleeping angle, Crowley behind Azitraphale his head on his shoulder, arms wrapped loving around an angel, they looked at their son, together.

As time went on, and sleep overtook them in their bedroom, an angel and a demon slept. Adam slept in his crib, a gift from God, a gift of life, and a promise of forever. They slept together, peacefully that was when the phone rang, and Crowley grumpily picked it up. A smile one that Aziraphale had never seen before played danced cheerfully on Crowley's face.

As he hung up the phone and looked at his angel, he kept smiling.

"They all got thirty-five to forty years for what they did to you, no chance of parole. It's over, Aziraphale, they're gone!" Aziraphale looked shocked, but as realization kicked in, he grabbed his husband and pulled him into a world tilting kiss. Their life was finally theirs, it was over, they were free.

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