It was in his hands. Spelled out for him, plain and simple and yet he could not fathom how it, she, came to be. Crowley reread the file once again, as if he had somehow missed something the first six times he had read it. Meanwhile, Aziraphale still stood silent before Crowley and waited.

"What were you thinking?" Aziraphale asked as he sat next to Crowley, knees touching.

"Hmm?" Crowley's eyes dared not moved from the file. Maybe it was a mistake? He read again, just to be sure.

Name: Unknown

Appearance: Unknown

Species: Unknown

Created: 1941

Creator(s):

Principality, Angel of the Eastern Gate – Aziraphale

Demon, Fallen Angel – Crowley

Location: United Kingdom

On sighting: Capture

Note: Once captured, interrogate, dispose if dangerous, captive if friendly. Keep secret from Hell.

Aziraphale ran his fingers along the created date. "See, 1941. What were you thinking?"

"How is this my fault?" Crowley scoffed at the notion. "If anything, maybe it was you with your curly hair and your little white…regardless this cannot be possible."

The angel shook his head. "I thought so too but I managed to find this as well." He took out a small disk from his coat pocket. "I'm afraid our daughter is not the only one of her kind."

"Right." Crowley narrowed his eyes.

Aziraphale managed to insert the disk into Crowley's laptop, although with Crowley's help of course as it seemed the angel was determined to shove the disk with no grace at all.

The screen was black until the light came upon a frightened-looking boy who seemed to be chained to a chair.

"You must have wings." A thunderous voice sounded.

"I…" The young boy began with a shaking tone, "I do not know. I have never tried to use them. Can I – can I please go now?"

"I'm afraid that is not possible."

The angel shook her head. "I am no threat. I'm only human."

"Tsk. Yes, a human birthed by an infertile human who wished to have you and by a stupid angel who miracled you into that woman's arms. By all accounts, you must have certain abilities, seeing as you are up here in heaven and yet, you have not perished. We have seen your kind before. Not quite human, not quite angel, and not quite demon. What do you say you lean more towards?"

"I do not know." The young boy's tears finally rolled down his cheeks. "I just…please I want to go home."

"Home? Which one? The one you had when you were first created in 1772, or perhaps when you moved to America in 1888? We have been far too generous in having you live among humans for that amount of time. Until we can determine if you are a threat, you shall remain here."

"And if I am not?" The voice did not reply. "And if I am not!"

The video ended and Crowley was seething. "Your lot!" It took all of Crowley not to scream at the angel beside him, instead, he opted to slam his hand against the slick, marble desk. "Your lot is mental."

"Now, dear."

"Do not dear me, Aziraphale. Yo –" Crowley paused as he recalled 1941. He turned to Aziraphale, the angel knowing he had come to the same conclusion, maybe before he even showed up at his door. "The kiss. What were you thinking?" Aziraphale's cheeks flushed crimson and he tried to escape Crowley's gaze. "Not the time to be all shy and whatnot."

"I…" The angel sighed, "I was thinking how in love I was with you and then you kissed me and all I could think about was our hypothetical child we were creating in our minds and how nice it would be to have a family with you. Just us. No sides, just us."

Crowley pinched his nose as he took in this new information. "You have been in love with me since 1941 and you never thought about saying anything regarding it?"

Aziraphale gripped tightly onto Crowley's lapel. "How could I? Demon and angel. We cannot…couldn't be together and you know it."

"You think I cared, care, what heaven or hell think. I don't give a fuck what they think. I care about what you think, what you want, what I can give you. We could have been an us a long time ago…we can be an us right now."

Aziraphale eyes watered. No matter how much he yearned to persuade his heart in a different direction, it was a moot point. He wanted Crowley, he had always wanted him since the beginning, only he did not come to terms with it until that fateful night in 1941. He let go of the demon, and before Crowley could protest, Aziraphale wrapped his arms around his neck, pulling the tall, dark duke into a kiss.

Crowley wrapped his own arms around the angel's waist, pulling him in closer. Their tongues explored each other's mouths, savoring the taste of each other, of them. This kiss was also filled with such love, such adoration for one another. So much so, Crowley pulled back with a thought. "Angel, please tell me you are not thinking about another hypothetical child. I am still trying to process the first one."

Aziraphale placed a soft kiss on his demon's lips. "I was not." He chuckled. "I would very much love to meet our daughter before we think about more hypothetical children. Well, not so hypothetical seeing she is real."

"Ngk, why do you keep saying daughter?"

"Because, my dear, that is what I was thinking about when we kissed and even more so when you said her name."