Hello! I could not resist posting this little bonus chapter. I wrote it as a silly little thing. Hope you enjoy.

"No. No." Crowley cradled his husband's head in his hands. "Angel…look at me."

Aziraphale tried to continue but his mind was drifting away. "Love, I really think-"

The demon frowned and shook his head. "With me, angel. There's, hmph…it's al-all in your head." He pulled Aziraphale down and captured the angel's soft lips. "N-no." He sounded defeated when, finally, there was no denying the cries echoing into their room.

"Sorry, dearest." Aziraphale gave him a quick peck and disconnected from his husband.

Crowley let out a deep breath and watched as his dear husband put his underwear back on and covered his beautiful wobbly bits with his tartan robe. "Fuck," the demon spread himself on the bed, his glistening cock softening. "Were you at least close?"

Aziraphale smiled and opened their bedroom door. "I was."

Crowley propped himself on his elbows and gave Aziraphale an apologetic expression. "If it's any consolation, you were really giving it to me." He grinned. "Ngk, great, no-no-no…outstanding fucking!"

"I know, dearest, you came twice, remember?"

"And you came none! We really ought to-" the demon sighed as another round of desperate cries came into their room. "Alright, alight."

The angel smiled back at his husband before disappearing to go attend the newest member of their family. Meanwhile, Crowley was left to grumble incoherently as he cleaned himself. It wasn't, at all, that he minded Aziraphale attending to their three-month-old but the problem was, the problem was, well, they hadn't properly fucked for months.

Crowley checked his watch again and huffed. He ran his fingers through his hair and went back to peek through the curtains. They were late. Did they have no consideration?

"Daddy?" The demon felt a tug on his jacket. "I want a snack."

Crowley gave his attention to his four-year-old. "Eden, did papa say you can have a snack? Remember what happened last time." He squatted down to her level. "You got daddy in trouble."

"It can be our secret." She whispered. "I won't tell." She gave her demon father that all too familiar smile she inherited from her other parent.

Crowley grinned. "Nice try, lovey, but you can't tempt a demon." He stood straight and patted her head. "Excellent try though."

Eden's blonde curls bounced as she shook her head. "Daddy, you are not my friend anymore." She crossed her little arms.

"Daddy is not falling for it. Last time you said papa had agreed to your snack, I gave you a bowl of fruit, you refused to eat lunch, and who got in trouble because it was not you?" He chuckled.

The child huffed one last time, her star-like eyes narrowing. "Daddy is mean." She ran away.

Crowley laughed at the sight and continued his activity.

"What was that about?" Aziraphale smiled as he held their two-year-old in his arms.

Crowley reached out to hold the small redhead. "Nothing. I just 'lost' a best friend." He chuckled softly. "Hey, baba," he bounced, "had a good nap? Juliette?"

"She's asleep."

"Thank someone for that." He let out a breath.

"Dearest," Aziraphale clicked his tongue. "don't say that."

"L-listen," he stammered, "I love all our children but that one, erm, that one has a little more demon in her."

"Why do you think that?"

"Ngk, because…because, and the fact is plain to see. She cries way too much than Eden and Anthony did as newborns which keeps us awake -"

"We don't need to sleep."

"-and keeps us from," he looked at Anthony, "loving each other, if you know what I mean."

The angel gave the demon a quick peck and wrapped his arm around the demon's slinky waist, pulling him close. "I know it's been hard, dearest, but" he sighed, "this is what we signed up for."

"If I recall correctly, and I have the sharpest memory, it was a certain husband of mind who wanted more children."

Aziraphale suppressed his laugh knowing the demon was being nothing but a grump, not meaning anything he was saying. "Yes, but a certain husband of mine loves me too much to say no to me." His hold tightened. "I'll be sure to thank him properly over and over again until I can't thank anymore." He winked and released the demon.

"Anthony and Juliette have had their naps, Eden does not have permission to unfurl her wings, no snacks so close to dinner, um no-

Gabriel cradled Juliette in his arms. "Aziraphale, we have done this before."

The angel eyed his former boss carefully. "Erm, yes but this time it's three an-and-

"And," Beelzebub continued, "before it was one and afterwards two. Another will not make a difference."

"I think we can manage. We are the children's parents-non-parents after all. Now, go."

Crowley tugged on Aziraphale's coat and gently walked him through the front door. No matter how many times the rulers of heaven and hell babysat, the angel's nerves would make themselves known. However, it has been fifty years since they had lost their first child and so, Crowley sympathized with his angel husband. "They'll be fine, angel." Crowley eased as he started the car. "Three days is nothing compared to the week they babysit when it's our anniversary."

"Erm, yes but Juliette was not here on our last anniversary."

"I mean, true but," he began to drive, "I'd be worried more for them than our children."

"This is Rose, Wilfred, and Amy." Eden proudly showed off her dolls.

Beelzebub sat on the floor and introduced their own dolls. "Astaroth is this one and this is Baʿal." They grinned. "Now what? They're friends?"

Eden giggled. "They have to know each other. They can't play if they are not friends."

"Just make them."

"Daddy says it takes time to make friends."

Beelzebub grinned and leaned forward. "Your daddy knows all about that does he? Making friends?"

Eden nodded proudly.

"Erm, Beelzebub?" Gabriel interrupted playtime as he gestured to the demon to follow."

Beelzebub smiled at Eden and walked over to their partner.

"I can't find him." Gabriel whispered. "I've searched and searched."

"Who?"

Gabriel placed his hands on Beelzebub's arms and gently moved them away from Eden's earshot. "Anthony." He bit his lip. "I was with Juliette, and I swore Anthony was in the kitchen with us but when I turned around, he was not."

"Have you looked everywhere?"

"Of course I did. Do you…do you think they'll notice if one is missing?"

Beelzebub rolled their eyes and pushed him out of the way.

"Right." Gabriel cleared his throat. "Not in his room."

"Not in the living area."

"Not in the library."

"Aziraphale and Crowley's room."

"Kitchen."

"Any of the rooms."

"Let's not panic. Maybe…maybe he will show up eventually."

"Not panic? You bloody lost one of their children!"

Gabriel blew air through the corner of his mouth. "They can miracle another one, can they?"

"Not the same one, you idiot."

Gabriel looked up, trying his best not to freak out because, if anything, the thing that was on his mind was how Aziraphale would make sure he would never see the children again and that was not on. "I got it." He snapped his fingers. "We miracle one up, exactly like Anthony, and pass him off as theirs."

Beelzebub rubbed their chin. "Yes, yes brilliant except for the fact they would technically be our child, not theirs, and a nephalem is made up of its parents! Why don-what the fuck is that?"

Gabriel followed his partner's gaze out the window and into the garden. They glanced at each other and crashed into one another trying to get through the back door.

Crowley tugged on Aziraphale's hair, "Angel," he moaned and tugged again, getting the angel's attention, "did we tell them Anthony is flying now?"

Aziraphale licked his lips. "I'm sure we did." He went back to Crowley's delicious cock.

"Are you sure?"

Aziraphale sighed and looked up at the demon. "Quite sure."

"N-no, I don't think we-"

Aziraphale let out a deep sigh and slid himself up, meeting Crowley's face. "I am more than sure we did but, love, I would appreciate it if you were to not think about our children while we are doing this. I know you are worried, I am worried as well, but," he licked Crowley's bottom lip, "for the time being, be a good little demon, shut up, and let me give you a proper, overdue fuck."

Crowley smirked and wrapped his legs around the angel's waist. "At your mercy then."

"Oh, my love, you always are."