Aziraphale stirred in his sleep, a soft groan escaping his lips. Crowley smiled, his heart fluttering as he watched his husband's chest rise and fall rhythmically. He had awoken earlier that morning, eager to surprise Aziraphale with a special breakfast.
With a gentle touch, Crowley nudged Aziraphale awake. "Morning, my love," he whispered, his voice filled with warmth. Aziraphale's eyes fluttered open, and a sleepy smile spread across his face. "Good morning, Crowley," he replied, his voice still laced with drowsiness.
Crowley stood up and headed towards the kitchen. "I've got a surprise for you," he said, his voice filled with excitement. Aziraphale followed him, curious to see what Crowley had in store.
When they entered the kitchen, Aziraphale's eyes widened in surprise. The table was set with a beautiful breakfast spread. There was a stack of fluffy pancakes, a bowl of fresh fruit, a pot of steaming coffee, and a vase of Aziraphale's favorite flowers.
"Oh, Crowley, this is wonderful," Aziraphale exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with delight.
Crowley grinned. "I wanted to make something special for you. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me," he said, taking Aziraphale's hand.
Aziraphale squeezed Crowley's hand. "And you're the best thing that's ever happened to me," he replied, his voice filled with love.
Together, they sat down and enjoyed their breakfast. As they ate, they talked and laughed, their hearts filled with joy. When they were finished, Crowley cleared the table while Aziraphale washed the dishes.
As they worked together, Crowley couldn't help but feel a sense of peace and contentment. He was so grateful to have Aziraphale in his life.
After breakfast, Crowley and Aziraphale decided to take a walk in the park. As they strolled through the lush greenery, the sun dappled their faces, casting playful shadows on the ground.
Aziraphale admired the vibrant flowers that bloomed in a variety of colors. A gentle breeze carried the sweet scent of blooming roses through the air. Crowley smiled, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere.
They came across a small pond, its surface shimmering in the sunlight. A family of ducks waddled along the shore, their fluffy ducklings trailing behind them. Aziraphale knelt down to watch the ducklings, a look of pure joy on his face.
Crowley chuckled. "You're so gentle with them," he said.
Aziraphale looked up at him. "I love animals," he replied. "They're so innocent and carefree."
As they continued their walk, they talked about everything and nothing, their conversation flowing effortlessly. Aziraphale shared stories from his time in Heaven, while Crowley recounted tales of his adventures in Hell.
As the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the park, Crowley and Aziraphale found a secluded spot on a hill overlooking the city. They sat down on a blanket and watched the twilight sky, its colors changing from orange to pink to purple.
"It's beautiful," Aziraphale whispered, his eyes filled with wonder.
Crowley took Aziraphale's hand. "It is," he replied. "And so are you."
As they sat together, watching the stars twinkle above them, Crowley knew that he was truly happy. He had found the love of his life, and he was grateful for every moment they spent together.