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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;"Aziraphale's family had come back, only for a few days, but they needed to see their son and to thank Crowley again. Aziraphale's father pulled Crowley to the side, letting him know that he thanked god almighty for him, but he better not break his son's heart. Crowley promised he never would, with that the family gave their blessing and welcomed him into their family, as Aziraphale turned bright red. Without Aziraphale knowing Crowley had talked with his parents, alone, for what, no one else knew but Crowley and Aziraphale's parents. Crowley swore that Aziraphale and his family were all angels of some kind, and he was the luckiest man in the world./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;"Today, however, was the day Aziraphale was coming home, Anathema had come in early to help Crowley out. Crowley, though was beyond controllable and already apparently had the bistro up and going. Anathema sat back and watched him dance and sing about the bistro, making sure everything was perfect, Rose Petal Tea was on hand, the kitchen had been scoured and treats already made and ready to be cooked. The smile on Crowley's face was permanently plastered there, Anathema couldn't help but smile and feel happy, Crowley was vibrating with it. "Crowley! Slow down!" Crowley stopped, looked at her, grinned widely, "NO!" he chuckled at her. Crowley kept going as she shook her head. Anathema was impressed, the music was going, all of Aziraphale's favorites, of course, the till was done, everything was ready to go, and as she turned to open her mouth, she watched the Bentley with Crowley grinning and waving at her, drive away./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;""Well, then."/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;"Aziraphale was up; he had eaten, hospital food, not exactly what he wanted, but he ate. The nurses helped him change into something that he could wear home and would be easy to get on and off. His belongings were nowhere to be seen, as Crowley had absconded with everything the night before, making sure that they couldn't keep his Angel. Crowley had stopped on the way to the hospital, picking up an angel teddy bear, roses, and he had something else planned for later, he was nervous. Aziraphale was waiting in the wheelchair as Crowley came skidding into the room, "Hi Angel!" Aziraphale couldn't help the giggle that escaped him, a sound that made Crowley float even higher than he was. "Ready to go home, love?"/p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;"Crowley glanced over at Aziraphale, debating if he should bring him, or talk him out of it. "Angel, Aziraphale, are you sure about that, it isn't good in any way and with what happened." Aziraphale dropped his gaze for a moment, looking back up at Crowley he nodded, "I need to, everything I ever wrote was in there." Crowley took a deep breath, turning his gaze back out over the road. "Alright, Angel, promise you'll remember I am with you, you aren't alone." Aziraphale couldn't help the love-filled smile that showed up on his face, "My love, if I was alone, I wouldn't be here. You are my guardian angel, even with your mischievousness, my demonic Angel, yes, that's what you are." Crowley couldn't help the chuckle, "You're own personal fallen angel, huh?" Aziraphale nodded, still smiling at him./p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;"Aziraphale was up; he had eaten, hospital food, not exactly what he wanted, but he ate. The nurses helped him change into something that he could wear home and would be easy to get on and off. His belongings were nowhere to be seen, as Crowley had absconded with everything the night before, making sure that they couldn't keep his Angel. Crowley had stopped on the way to the hospital, picking up an angel teddy bear, roses, and he had something else planned for later, he was nervous. Aziraphale was waiting in the wheelchair as Crowley came skidding into the room, "Hi Angel!" Aziraphale couldn't help the giggle that escaped him, a sound that made Crowley float even higher than he was. "Ready to go home, love?"/p
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