"Dearest," Aziraphale let the ice cream melt in his mouth before proceeding, "it's not a comedy."

Crowley's arm reached over Cassi as he retrieved the small pint of pistachio ice cream from Aziraphale's hand. "Says you." He grinned after taking a spoonful. "I tell you what, ngk, she's better than me because I would have let the old lady be miserable." He handed the pint back to Aziraphale. "Let her die in he own vomit."

Cassi rested her head on Crowley's shoulder, and crossed her arms underneath the cozy blanket the small family were tucked into. "Are you sure you don't want some, darling?" Aziraphale offered the pint to Cassi. "It's quite good."

The nephalem shook her head and smiled politely. "I don't enjoy flavored ice cream." She melted more into the sofa. "I wonder who's to blame for that little endearment."

"Wasn't me." Crowley mumbled and reached for the bottle of wine between his legs. "Wha..wait, did Jane forgive the aunt?" He drank. "Just like that? I would never!" Cassi and Aziraphale exchanged glances, finding Crowley's comments amusing. "Ha!"

Having returned from threatening, ahem, instructing Elliot, Crowley had found Cassi and Aziraphale on the sofa with Cassi cradled in Aziraphale's arms. Not really knowing what to do, Crowley took it upon himself to cheer his daughter up in the only way he could think of; ice cream and movie night. He recalled seeing such an act in an American romcom and so, he withdrew the coziest blanket from his and Aziraphale's room, went into the kitchen's ice box, hoping there was some ice cream, if not he could just miracle one up, and turned on the telly looking for the right movie. It took a moment for Aziraphale to realize what his partner was up to but when he did, he splayed the blanket over himself, Cassi, and Crowley. Cassi was left to sit between her parents, honestly confused at what was occurring until David Bowie's voice was heard on the screen. Afterwards, once the movie ended, Crowley, wanting to make sure his daughter was not too unhappy, had asked her what other movie she would like to watch. Cassi drew a blank and it was Aziraphale who had suggested they watch Jane Eyre, another one of Cassi's favorites, especially the one that had that handsome fellow, Stephens, in it.

"Did you meet the Brontë sisters, papa?"

"I did, yes." He gleamed. "Your dad had an assignment at a ball and he invited me to go with him. All three sisters were there, along with other authors."

"I had to tempt someone named Charles Dickens to do something or other, I can't recall." Crowley interjected, his eyes still on the telly.

"Um," Cassi looked between her parents, "hang on. You asked papa to go with you knowing there would be a room full of writers? Something you knew he would enjoy. Did you ask papa out on a date?" She raised her brow and grinned.

"Oh, nothing of the sort, darling. Dad and I-" the angel pondered for a second, "Crowley…was that a date?"

Crowley stammered as his body tensed. "Ngk…can we focus on the movie or am I the only one watching?" He blushed.

Aziraphale sought Cassi's eyes and when they locked, he mouthed, "Date."

—-

It was hours after Cassi had gone to bed that Aziraphale and Crowley decided to have a chat, an actual discussion pertaining to the inevitable events that would certainly be unraveling soon. After the movie, and much needed cuddles from her fathers, Cassi had shared what Elliot had informed her. There was no way around it, the end of the world, the war between heaven and hell, and anything else that spelled disaster for that matter, had started and there was nothing they could do about it. No more ignoring the weather, the mysterious illness that had been brought upon the news outlets, the strange rumors of people spotting some sort of undead looking beings and whatever else was happening. "It's strange, really." Crowley's breath was vivid in the moonlight and surrounding stiff air as he placed a radish into the woven basket.

Aziraphale's thoughts were interrupted. "Hmm?" He gripped tightened slightly around the basket.

Crowley retrieved the basket from Aziraphale's hands and made his way back to the warmth that was their cottage. "This whole thing." He nodded to his partner as he held the door open for him. Aziraphale followed Crowley into the kitchen and helped the demon unpack the harvested veggies. "Erm, we are in our own world for the most part, living together, being with our daughter, planning a wedding, et cetera, all while, apparently, the world goes to shit. No wonder hell was keen on speaking to me and wanting to know more about Cassi. They seemed desperate and frantic, and I just thought they were out of their minds. Now I know they were merely prepping for war."

Aziraphale nodded in agreement. "It seems we have blocked out the rest of the world to live a tranquil life. We have most definitely achieved to live a peaceful, fragile existence."

"And it only took us six thousand years." He chuckled. "Soup tomorrow?"

"Oh, um, yes please." Aziraphale eyed Crowley as the demon washed the veggies and began to prep for tomorrow's (technically today's) meal. "Erm…dearest, um, perhaps we have blocked out too much of the outside world?"

"How so?"

"Oh, um, I do love how we get to be just us, even with our ups and downs but…should we really be ignoring what's happening to the world? I don't think we can ignore it forever."

Crowley dried his hands and kissed Aziraphale's temple as he walked past the angel. "Nah, we shouldn't bother and if it all becomes a pile of goo we can always run to the stars. I'm sure Cassi will love living within the stars. Bed?"

Aziraphale followed Crowley upstairs and, instead of turning to their bedroom, they quietly entered their daughter's darkened room, where the only light shining was Cassi's fairy lights hanging from one part of the room. Upon noticing Cassi's grimace expression as she slept, Crowley gently placed his hand on his daughter's forehead. A second later, her body seemed to relax, and a small smile tucked on her lips. While Crowley made sure his daughter's dreams were nothing but pleasant, Aziraphale tucked her in some more, making sure she was warm enough. The angel bent down and tucked a red strand away from Cassi's sleeping face before he placed a gentle kiss on her temple. "We love you, darling." He whispered into her ear.

Crowley bent down as well. "Good night, lovey." He whispered before placing a kiss on her temple as well.

The pair walked out softly and made their way across the hall. "Why don't you ever say that to her?" Aziraphale opened the wardrobe and retrieved his tartan pajamas.

"What?" Crowley called out from inside their bathroom.

Aziraphale crossed the room and into the opened bathroom. "Lovey?" He clicked his tongue in disapproval. "You never say it to her when she's awake or around."

Crowley shed his clothing, letting it fall unapologetically onto the floor. "Because," he smirked, "she'll have this idea that I'm nice."

"But you are nice." Aziraphale sauntered towards Crowley and wrapped his arms around the demon's waist. "Kind, gentle…romantic." He smiled up at him.

"Exactly." Crowley winked. "But I'm a demon, she needs to see me as nothing but."

Aziraphale laughed. "Oh, I think that ship has sailed a long time ago, love."

Nina crossed her arms and grunted. "He sounds like a twat. Never liked him." She sipped her coffee. "Gave me my ex's vibes." She shuddered.

Maggie gasped and nudged her girlfriend. "We can plot revenge. Make sure he never leads another girl on."

Cassi sipped some of her Americano and eyed the two shop owners across the table from her. "That's…that's not very nice." Muriel interjected.

"Pfft," Nina rolled her eyes, "you're kidding? The wanker led her on and thought everything would be alright afterwards. Um, we are not trying to be nice, we are trying to make him sorry."

As Nina and Maggie tried to explain to a very innocent angel on why some men were the epitome of disappointment, Cassi glanced towards her father's bookshop. Her demonic father has woken her up a bit too early than she would have liked and informed her they were to go back to their other home, aka A.Z. Fell's and Co. Cassi was too sleepy to even question as to why the spontaneous trip was to be made but, like always, she trusted her parents. Meanwhile, Muriel had done the questioning since, whenever the family would go back, Muriel would be informed at least a day prior. They had asked and Aziraphale, feeling a tad guilty on shuffling Muriel to Cassi's flat without warning, had been honest as he had pulled them aside and gave them a summary on Elliot and Cassi, the end of the world, and all that good stuff. Unfortunately for Cassi, Muriel had not yet mastered the art of keeping things to yourself and had informed Nina once her and Muriel sat down for a cupper. "Would Mr. Fell fall into that category?"

Nina guffawed and nodded. "Oh, has he texted you? Called you? If he does, remember to ghost him."

Maggie jumped in her seat. "Yea, block that fucker."

The bell to the shop chimed as Mrs. Sandwich entered the shop and headed straight to the quartet. "Right, Nina, love, I got your text." She squeezed Cassi's shoulder. "Who are we killing? My girls are ready."

—-

"I still say this is a stupid idea and this whole plan of yours is utterly ridiculous."

Aziraphale gently patted Crowley's shoulder and circled around him. "Not a plan, dearest." He gently pushed Crowley out of his way. "Now, if you don't mind." He shooed him away. "Erm…"

Crowley looked through the window. "Seems she's still entertained."

"Ah, excellent. Now-" he cleared his throat and stood before a marking on the floor, "-um, are…are you staying?" Crowley scoffed at the audacity of such a question. "Right." Aziraphale cleared his throat once more for good measure, closed his eyes and began to pray. "He-hello. This is the, um…hmm…the ex supreme archangel? Uhh…no…erm…the principality Azi- not quite…um…"

"I believe a simple angel would do." He sniffed. "The angel Aziraphale…the angel with the magnificent thighs. Glorious ass. Delicious co-"

"Yes, thank you dearest." Aziraphale shrugged him off. "This is the angel Aziraphale, um, looking to speak to the Metatron."