After having calmed down after the initial shock of being parents for almost a decade, and having talked about what they meant to each other, (praise someone) the ineffable duo decided to venture on to their own stomping grounds. Upon arrival of his beloved bookshop, Aziraphale had learned Crowley had managed to convince Muriel it was demonic to sell a book. Why, it was the very reason the newly appointed supreme archangel never dared.

"You are looking better Mr. Crowley." Muriel smiled up at the chipper demon, whose skin was glowing and had had an idiotic smile plastered on his face ever since the love of his life had indeed confessed as well, followed by a long awaited make out session. "Your hair looks great that way."

Crowley's grin never faltered, "You think so?" He ran his fingers through his now shoulder length hair. "You know, for some reason, I tempt a lot more people than usual when I have it long. Must be a lucky thing or something, to have it this way. Don't you agree, angel?"

Aziraphale had been muttering to himself as he looked for a certain something through his desk's drawers. "What's that, my dear?"

"What are you doing?"

"Ah-ha!" The angel beamed when he managed to find whatever was lost. "This." He smiled as he handed Crowley an old polaroid. "It is not a Clue on – " he looked over at Muriel – "the present thing we are dealing with however, we do have to start the search from somewhere."

Crowley reached out to take the polaroid from his angel's delicate hands. "Er, how exactly is this going to help? This just manages to tell us that night happened. We know it happened," he pointed between them, "we were there, remember."

"Ah, you see but if we can recall what exactly we were thinking regarding –" Aziraphale looked over at Muriel once more.

"Say, Muriel," Crowley started as he began to lead Muriel to the door, "I bet the supreme archangel here would appreciate something from the coffee shop." Muriel grinned happily, very eager to help her new boss. "Anything but coffee!" The demon shouted before slamming the door. "Angel, I don't think whatever you are thinking about will work into finding her."

"Now, my dearest, don't say that. We need to locate her before," Aziraphale shook his head and pointed upwards, "they can have a chance to."

"Then what?" Crowley shrugged. "What if she is a threat to us, to herself, to humanity? How are we going to remedy said problem?"

Aziraphale closed the gap between them and placed his hands gently on Crowley's chest. His eyes were pleading with him to understand the logic of it all. "I highly doubt she is a danger at all. She was made by us, by," he gave a shy smile, "the love we share. If we can recall any little detail of the hypotheticals we stated about her, we can locate her. We most certai – the dairy!" Aziraphale pushed a baffled Crowley away.

Crowley tilted his head in confusion as he followed Aziraphale's hurried steps to the back of the bookshop. Near his desk there seemed to be a bookcase unlike the rest. Whereas all the books in A.Z. Fell and Co. were precious gems to Aziraphale, there were some he particularly treasured, his diaries. There were countless volumes dating back to when the first humans began to keep records of themselves. Aziraphale had found this concept intriguing and thought it would be interesting, at least to himself, to have something like that for his adventures among humans. Something he can take back to heaven to educate the rest of the angels, expect for some volumes, of course, as he would have to partake in some heavy editing. Too many volumes contained a certain tall, dark duke of a demon. "This is the one." The angel pulled it out as if it could easily rip apart. He began to skim through the pages until he found what he was looking for. "Ah, here we are." After finding the part he required, he cleared his throat:

Dear Diary,

Today was a particularly intriguing night or rather day. Crowley finally emerged from his slumber after behaving like a child and asking me for holy water. Does he not understand how dangerous it is for him?

Crowley scoffed.

Meanwhile, I was glad he showed up at the right time, otherwise I would have had to answer a very angry Gabriel and head office about why I needed a new body. He is going by Anthony among the humans, a rather dashing name if I must say.

A sly smile spread across Crowley's face.

After that nasty business, Crowley did the loveliest gesture, he managed to save books from the bombing. As he walked away, asking me something, had not an idea on what he had said, I could not help but look at him. Finally look at him.

"Angel, as much as I love hearing how you fell in love with me, can we get on to the part where we got drunk and made out on the floor."

"Right." The blush on Aziraphale's face had come out of nowhere. "Here we are." He stated as he skimmed some more.

….subsequently, we began to picture a future together. Where we would live, what would we do after our departure from our respective sides, and what our child might look like. We named her Cassiopeia after one of the many constellations made by Crowley. She will be as lovely as Crowley, with a gorgeous set of eyes. Crowley thought it ridiculous for Emi to have his eyes and as he did not want Cassiopeia to inherit his, I opted for mine as well. Her hair will be like Crowley's as will her demeanor. Crowley suggested she be more like me but however she might be like, whether him or me, we will still love and cherish her. After all, she will be our own little universe.

I do have to say though, after sobering up a little, I might have become frightened by the prospect of it all, pushed Crowley off me and apologized profusely for having led him on. He made me do that ridiculous apology dance again.

After a silent moment, Crowley exhaled. "That's all? A trip down memory lane on how you fell for me, made out with me, and told me to bugger off? How does this help?"

Aziraphale groaned in annoyance, "I thought it would push our memory on what she might look like." He groaned once more as he plopped himself down on his sofa, Crowley following him and placing an arm around his shoulder. "If we can at least have a clue on how she might look, we might find her. For all we know she is out there running for her life as we speak."

The arm around Aziraphale tightened. "I know, angel," Crowley's voice was soft, "but you must face facts. All we have is hypotheticals and her name and for all we know that's not even her name. She might not even be in London." Crowley placed a kiss upon Aziraphale's temple, trying his best to soothe his lover's nerves even if his own nerves were on edge. Truth be told, he was a little scared of the whole ordeal. Heaven gathering children born out of miracles, keeping it a secret from hell, what were they planning? The most frightening thing of it all, he was a father. Aziraphale seemed to be taking the whole parent bit all too well it seemed. Yes, technically neither he nor his angel birthed the child, but they were responsible for bringing her into the world. She was theirs to take care of, theirs to guide and most importantly, as Aziraphale had pointed out, she was in fact placed into humanity because of the love between an angel and a demon. The love between them. If Emi was real, if he could approach her, it meant their love was a hundred percent real as well. Aziraphale had loved him for hundred years, maybe even since the beginning of time, just like he had loved him, and Emi was the product and proof of that love. The desperate urge to meet her crept upon him.

"And just like that he is back?" A familiar voice rang as the door to the bookshop swung open. Both Crowley and Aziraphale shot their attention to the patron. "Damn, I owe Maggie two hundred quid." Nina clicked her tongue as she handed Aziraphale a nice plate of Eccles cakes. "The new one said you needed something to calm you down."

Crowley took the plate and offered it to Aziraphale. "Ngk, thanks."

"So," Nina crossed her arms, "I see you two finally made up but what with the grimness?"

"It's complicated." Aziraphale sighed. "We need to locate someone, and we haven't a clue on where to begin."

Nina narrowed her eyes. "Why not look them up on social media?"

Aziraphale looked up at her and then at Crowley, "Is that," he tilted his head, "is that like news on the BBC?"

"What? No. Everyone and their mother have social media these days." Nina could only assume the pair had no clue what she was talking about. "Christ, give me your phone." Crowley reached into his skinny jeans and snaked his slick, black phone out. "Love your hair by the way, looks good that way." Nina complimented as she scrolled through the phone. "Right. What is the person's name."

Crowley ginned like a proud papa. "Cassiopeia."

Nina shook her head slightly in disapproval. "What kind of stupid parents name her like that." Before Crowley could protest, Aziraphale placed his hand on the demon's own. "Knowing kids these days she will most likely go by Cas or something like that."

"Nina, we are grateful for your help, but I do not think you will easily find her by just her na –"

Nina handed over the phone back to Crowley, a pleasant smile on her face having helped the clueless couple. "There, easy. She is currently in King's Cross and by this post, she'll be at the new club's opening. Club name is Lux." The couple stared up at the phone in amazement. There in the palm of their hands was a piece of their daughter. Her profile picture was of a grey Persian cat licking a popsicle and, as Nina suggested, she was going by a shortened version of her name, Cassi.

"A figment of your imagination" read her bio.

"How did you…?" Aziraphale asked, still bewildered by Nina's superpower.

Nina shrugged her shoulders and began her steps towards the door. "It's social media. Easy."

Why did I choose that constellation? Hmm, it certaintly has nothing to do with it having a heart shaped nebula, literally named Heart Nebula. If you have the time, please look it up; the heart within in it beautiful.