"They are always late." Crowley grumbled and glanced at his watch. "Before they would, you know, poof, a simple pop up."

Aziraphale stood in front of Crowley and adjusted Julliet. "Pa-pa." He enunciated. "Can you say papa, my sweet? Pa…pa…papa." He kissed her head. "Angel. An-gel."

"It was worse when they would," he sniffed, "without permission, pop you down. No warning. Just like that." He raised his brow and shifted his weight slightly. "Angel?" He looked down at Juliette, who had been quite fussy with Muriel, they had to bring her along. Being the domestic demon that he was, Crowley always made sure to keep a spare baby carrier inside the Bentley's trunk along with a spare pram and all sorts of child necessities. He was far from those single demon days and if he were to be honest, he did not mourn them. "Are you listening to me?"

"Pa-pa." Aziraphale kept his attention on his daughter. "Ah, your hair is starting to come in. Soon papa will make it all pretty with bows and ribbons." He looked up at Crowley, a gleam in his eyes seeing his daughter strapped onto his husband's chest. "Red hair would look lovely on her, just as it does on Cassi and Anthony."

"You think so?" He placed his hand on the baby's head. "Apart from Eden, you will be surrounding yourself with a bunch of red heads."

"That is never a bad thing. I love your hair, always have and, if I were to be honest, while we were, erm," he blushed, "'making' Julliette, I enjoyed the idea of something like Cassi's hair. Some of your gorgeous shade and some of mine."

"Ngk, di-did you now? I was, um, thinking it too. The, um, hair thing…best of both worlds?"

Aziraphale's eyes beamed as he balanced himself on his toes. "Oh." He reached for Crowley's hand and entwined his fingers with his, leaning forward until Crowley met him halfway.

"Tempting in broad daylight, angel?"

"Oh, shush." He kissed his cheek. "Nothing wrong with showing love towards my husband."

"Maybe you can show me some love later."

Aziraphale let out a hearty chuckle and pecked his husband's lips. "Would love nothing more however," he glanced down at Juliette who began to wiggle in the baby carrier, "the shop is not too spacious, three children, and Muriel is there. Not exactly, erm, shall we say romantic nor convenient."

Crowley swallowed his frown. "Ngk, yea, of…of course, 'course."

The angel gently cupped Crowley's chin. "When we get back home. I promise." He kissed him again. "Don't be too disappointed… love." He winked.

"Gross, not out in the open, please." Beelzebub teased.

Aziraphale left Crowley's space and smiled. "Ah."

Juliette kicked her legs in excitement, drawing the demon's attention to Crowley's chest. "Long story." Crowley answered.

"Yea, Gabriel said she has been a little…impossible."

Crowley pursued his lips. "No, not impossible. She's, um, she's…she's a baby. Babies are weird. Who knows what goes inside their tiny mind, especially nephalems. Anyway," he sniffed, "what's up."

Eden tried to balance herself as her feet sank the sofa beneath her. The small child had grown bored of her angel-sitter's games and stories and so, she decided people watching was a better pass of her time. Unfortunately for her, and unfortunately for her dear angel father, she was too small to look out the window and standing on the sofa proved to be the best outcome. "Muriel," she pointed out into the street, "why is that lady crying?"

"Where?" The angel walked towards the window and gave the small child a frown. "Oh, um, humans do that."

Eden cocked her head to the side and raised a brow. "Why? Is she sad? Does her tummy hurt?"

"I learned humans have a lot of emotions and sometimes they have to let them out or they will explode."

Eden star-like eyes widened. "Like boom?"

"That's what I heard." They shrugged and went back to Anthony who had been trying to, for the past twenty minutes, jump/fly down from the second floor.

Eden frowned. "Don't be sad." She double snapped and the weeping lady found herself surrounded by a dozen puppies.

"...and who do you think will be the first ones to be erased?" Beelzebub crossed their arms and leaned back on the chair.

Crowley tapped on the table and stammered. "Tha-that," he glanced at Aziraphale, "might be a problem."

Aziraphale bit his lip and looked over at Juliette who was far too busy eyeing her surroundings. It was her first official trip to London and there they all were, being informed about how God missing meant big trouble. The Metatron was indeed taking charge and acting as if he was the big boss and had very casually mentioned to the supreme archangel Gabriel how it had been a while since he glanced at the Book of Life and that was never good news. "Wait, erm, who's to say he will use it? I mean act-actuallyuseit. Maybe he, erm, might just want to, um, gosh, I don't know, look at it?" The angel placed his hands between his legs in a nervous manner, "Skim through it."

The demon rolled his eyes and placed his arm around Aziraphale's chair. "Angel, you are aware he hates us, yea?"

"I'm sure he only finds us a little bit of a nuisance."

Crowley guffawed and pulled Aziraphale's chair closer. "After all these years," he turned to Beelzebub, "my husband still tries to see the good in that bastard."

Beelzebub grinned and held in their laugh.

Don't make fun of me."

"I'm not." He sought out Aziraphale's hand. "One of the things I love about you, seeing the good in everyone, I mean." He sniffed and nudged his husband. "But, angel, there is nothing good in that bastard. I'm surprised he is still up there instead of down there. He hates us. It's reality, angel." Crowley sighed and gently rubbed Juliette's head. "Hates our children." He mumbled.

Beelzebub gave them a look, "You're worried about your little one?"

"Have you-" Aziraphale hoped.

Beelzebub shook their head. "Not a peep from the great vine, which doesn't exist, but I am sure she is fine. Fortunately, Gabriel thinks the Metatron is fond of Cassi. Despises you two but likes her."

Crowley grunted and leaned back. "So what?" He sighed. "What exactly is it you want us to do?"

"Simple." They grinned and leaned into the couple. "Find the Book of Life."

Anthony gave Crowley a chocolate smeared, toothy grin, his tongue darting in and out trying to collect as much flavor as he could. His left hand was semi-coaxed in chocolate as he held a chocolate covered banana. "The secret, and keep this between us, baba," Crowley winked, "is a pinch of salt." He began to whisk the ingredients together in a small silver bowl. "Makes it taste a little bit better. Does it not?"

The toddler took a bite of his banana and nodded, although the demon could tell his son made sense of about thirty percent of the conversation they were having. "Now, this will be your batch, and I'll make papa another one or else he'll eat it all."

"This mine." The toddler pointed.

"Yes, it is, baba."

"I do hope you made enough, or I will just have to eat our children." Aziraphale walked into the shop's makeshift kitchen which Crowley, after having Eden, had miracled some much needed counter space, and an actual stovetop. Meanwhile, it was during those moments when the angel would find the big, grumpy demon being quite domestic that made him fall in love with his husband all over again. "Hmm." He wet a rag and cleaned Anthony's face.

"'Course I did. It's my job to provide my husband with good food. This one is ready to go."

Anthony squirmed, protecting his banana from harm's way. "I no food, daddy!"

"You're not? Your face says otherwise, honey." Aziraphale chuckled and wiped the toddler clean. "There. Now daddy will not mistake you for food."

Anthony took another bite of his snack and opened his arms. "Story papa?"

The angel smiled and lifted him up from the counter, knowing full well his son's hands would most likely stain his clothes. "After dinner." He kissed his temple. "In the meantime, go pick up a book and have it ready for later. Do you need help with dinner?" He turned his attention to his husband and placed the toddler down.

The demon winced.

"Oh, posh, don't be like that. I am more than sure I have improved."

"I am more than sure youthinkyou have." Crowley was quick to silence any protest from his lovely husband with a kiss. "You have other talents." He came behind his angel and wrapped his arms around his waist. "Amazing talents."

"Behave."

Crowley grinned and tightened his hold. "And piss away your opportunity to lecture me? No thank you." He nuzzled his neck. "Hm." Crowley sighed and took in his angel's scent. "We deserve another holiday. Three days was not nearly enough." He kissed his neck. "Fifty years of uninterrupted fucking. It was brilliant." Aziraphale elbowed the demon, not at all effective. Crowley settled his chin on Aziraphale's shoulder and swayed them both. "When we had the house all to ourselves and you would slip inside me whenever you damn well pleased."

Aziraphale sighed, "Hmmm, yes I quite enjoyed that." He looked out into the shop and whispered, "The times you were out gardening and I would have you up against the trees, in the greenhouse. The way you looked up at me with dirt on your face. Well, dirt and something else."

"Exactly!" He squeezed the angel's lovely wobbly bits. "Your delicious co-"

"Papa!"

The parents jumped, prompting the angel to push the demon away. "Ye-yes, lovey?"

"The grandpa angel is here."

The parents exchanged glances. "I'm sorry, sweetheart, who?"

Before the small child could explain, Crowley growled at the sight of their visitor. Aziraphale had no choice but to steady Crowley by his arm, preventing a scene. "I see this one looks more like you, Aziraphale."