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Staring off into space, Crowley is trying to wrap his head around the situation. Everything that has happened has left him to take care of a child. Haillie tugs at Crowley's collar. He can't move or blink or do anything.
"Haillie, we will figure out something. I promise, doll," Crowley reassures her. He just holds her close trying to comfort her. She squirms and is being fidgety. "Could you hold still, please!?" he raises his voice. She jumps in fear.
She whimpers crying, "Daddy." Crowley sighs and places her on the floor trying to recompose himself. With a snap the lights come on. Crowley's cold eyes search the room looking for something to help. His car keys glisten under the moonlight.
"We need to get some things from the store for you, Haillie. Come along," Crowley instructs. Haillie hides under the table scared of Crowley. With a sigh, he slowly makes his way onto the floor. "Come on, Haillie. I didn't mean to yell at you. I'm sorry," Crowley apologizes. She backs up further away from Crowley. Her blonde hair is a mess, and her green eyes are filled with tears. He sighs and takes a deep breath. Crowley begins to slowly crawl under. "If I didn't care, I wouldn't have been under here trying to get you to come," Crowley tells the little girl trying to keep calm.
Finally, Haillie gives in and comes to Crowley's arms. Although difficult, Crowley gets off of the cold floor. With one hand Crowley locks up and opens the car door. With just as much ease as the last time, Crowley straps Haillie in. Before he can stand up, Haillie kisses his nose. It brings a small smile to Crowley's face.
Standing up and straightening his shirt, Crowley slips on his suit jacket he had let Haillie use for a blanket. With a simple nod to the gate worker, Crowley gets in the driver's seat and drives off towards the local grocery store.
Haillie shivers as her skin hits the cold metal basket seat. With a puzzled look she glances up to Crowley. "We need to get you food, love. I won't let you live off of cereal. If you have to be with me I will not mistreat you," Crowley tries to explain, knowing that she most likely understands only bits of that. They briskly move down the baby aisle. Crowley stares at a pack of diapers. "I guess these will work," he mumbles putting them in the basket. He glances at Haillie who has already fallen asleep with her head against his arm that is pushing the basket.
After stocking up about twenty different baby foods, Crowley pushes the basket to the only open checkout at one in the morning. "She's darling," the auburn haired cashier comments with a bright smile. "Looks like your wife or is she adopted?" She asks grinning at Haillie sleeping.
Deciding between the two options, Crowley answers with, "She's adopted, recently actually. Her parents got in a horrible mess and got killed. I took responsibility and now I have little, Haillie." He smiles at the cashier as she checks out the duo with a grin.
Haillie and Crowley leave the store with enough supplies to last for a while. As they drive home Crowley glances in the mirror and sees that Haillie is still sound asleep. He smiles to himself as he drives. The memories running through his head come flowing back.
Sara puts a hand on her enlarged stomach. Crowley smiles and kisses her lips, and then he looks at the crib in front of them. Little pink bows are on every corner. "It's perfect," she whispered to him. Then she said smiling, "We can have kids, Crowley. See, I was right. There is the good inside of you."
"My darling, you are always right," Crowley told her as she rested her head on his shoulder. "Sara, I'll love you forever," Crowley whispered and kissed her red lips. Sara began to cough and cough and cough. Blood came from her mouth into her hands. She shot Crowley a worried look.
"Daddy?" Haillie's sleepy voice pipes up from the backseat clearing Crowley's mind. Crowley drives with one hand and puts one of his hands back to Haillie to comfort her. Crowley sighs trying to refocus his attention.
"Maybe if I would've gave her a baby earlier," Crowley whispers to himself. Shaking his head he adjusts his eyes to the road. Because no one can see in the dark, Crowley lets the tears in his eyes fall. Haillie snuggles with his hand. "I love you, Haillie," Crowley whispers barely audible. Then, he tells her, "If it's the last thing I do, I am going to take good care of you. I won't let anyone hurt you, darling."
Haillie yawns and lays her small head against Crowley's surprisingly soft hand. "Daddy," she murmurs as she drifts back to sleep with a smile on her face. The rain starts to lightly fall and tap against the car windows. It's like a lullaby to Haillie.
Softly, Crowley says, "I wrote something when my baby was in my Sara's belly. You can hear it." He begins to sing softly, "Too young to fight. Too young to realize bad from good. I'm still not sure which we are. One day you'll be here with me. You'll be my shining star. I will watch over you and love you with all of my heart. It's hard to imagine the way we are now will be enough. Hopefully, you can bring me back together again to make a new start."
Crowley slowly moves his hand away from Haillie and brings it back to the wheel. A sigh comes out and then he leans back relaxing. Suddenly, a figure moves out in front of the car. Stopping it in it's tracks.