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Aziraphale released the dash of the Bentley, simultaneously releasing an unnecessary breath too, as the Bentley came to a stop in a prime parking spot outside the Ritz.
“Oh come on Angel, I’ve never discorporated you before.” Crowley grinned, leaning on the steering wheel.
Aziraphale just glared at him, pouting. The look on his face just made Crowley laugh as he got out to open Aziraphale’s door.
Aziraphale pouted until Crowley stuck his elbow out for the angel to tuck his arm into Crowley’s. The pout melted and was replaced with a look of pure love.
“Shall we, my love?” Aziraphale asked.
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The food was amazing like always, but something felt off. Aziraphale was so excited for this chocolate soufflé with vanilla chantilly but the moment the waitress placed it in front of him, his stomach rolled. Before he could react further, he felt bile rise in his throat, the burn unfamiliar to Aziraphale since angels don’t typically vomit.
He slapped his hand over his mouth and last second miracled himself into the washroom, sealing the door so no humans could come in.
He started retching up everything he’d just ate, tears streaming down his face from the violent movements of his body and the absolute fear suddenly coursing through his body.
He didn’t hear the door open or the other person walk up behind him. He flinched slightly when he felt a cool hand rake through his hair, pushing his curls off his forehead. He felt the trickle of a demonic miracle as Crowley miracled up something. Crowley moved his hand from Aziraphale’s head to rub soothing circles on his back.
The calm hands belied the anxiety and fear rolling through Crowley as he watched his husband vomit. Something like undercooked food or poisons didn’t affect them, they were ethereal and occult, human issues didn’t touch them. So what was causing Aziraphale to have a very human reaction?
“Angel. It’s okay, I’m here.” Crowley whispered, holding the cool glass of water out for Aziraphale.
Aziraphale finally stopped dry heaving, leaning back into Crowley’s arm and took the glass. He was trembling badly so Crowley helped him sip and lean forward to spit the water back out. Crowley miracled his mouth clean for him.
“Are you okay, Angel? Can you stand up?” Crowley asked.
Aziraphale nodded, leaning heavily on Crowley as he stood up. He looked at Crowley, fear obvious in his eyes. Crowley had pushed his glasses up and his eyes were blown wide in fear and worry.
“What just happened, Crowley?” He asked in a small voice.
“I don’t know but we’re going home so you can rest. Can you walk to the Bentley?” Crowley asked, wrapping his arm around Aziraphale’s waist and held him closer to him.
Aziraphale just nodded and let Crowley guide him out to the Bentley, for once very thankful Crowley had used a miracle to get the best parking spot.
He curled up as soon as he was in the seat, the Bentley adjusting the seat properly to let the angel be as comfortable as possible. The air in the Bentley showed clear worry for Aziraphale. Crowley slipped into the driver seat, laying his hand on Aziraphale’s trembling form.
For once, Crowley drove slow.
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Crowley tucked the blanket around Aziraphale, clearly not wanting to let him out of his sight.
“Are you sure you’re okay, Angel? Something is wrong, we don’t get sick.” Crowley fretted.
Aziraphale was exhausted from the fear and the vomiting, it was clear from the fact he wasn’t protesting Crowley’s coddling.
“I don’t know, love.” Aziraphale’s voice came out small and scared.
“Don’t move, I’m going to go make you a cup of tea then you’re going to sleep and rest, please.” Crowley said, slowly backing out of the room, trying to keep Aziraphale in his sight for as long as possible.
Finally exiting the room, Crowley rushed to the kitchenette and quickly made Aziraphale some tea, urging the water to heat up faster and the tea to steep.
By the time he got back into the bedroom, Aziraphale was already asleep. It did nothing to ease Crowley’s worries. Aziraphale didn’t sleep. He would sit on the bed and let Crowley sleep with his head in his lap but never went to sleep himself.
Crowley was officially terrified.
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He was in the Garden again. Aziraphale looked around, bewildered, because God had destroyed the Garden after exiling Adam and Eve. He started walking and looking at the beautiful tree that started it all for him and his amazing husband. He smiled as he put his hand on it, remembering what it felt like to be in the Garden with his demon.
A twig snapped behind him.
Whirling around, he came face to face with an unfamiliar face that was smiling gently at him.
“Who are you and how did I get here?” Aziraphale asked, sounding much braver than he truly felt.
“I know it’s been a long time, but have you truly forgot what your mother feels like?” The strange person asked.
Aziraphale reeled back, “Mother?” He whispered.
“Hello Aziraphale. It’s been a long time.” God said, walking towards Aziraphale and the infamous apple tree. Reaching the tree, she sat down and patted the ground next to her.
Aziraphale, frozen just stared at God while she patiently waited for him to sit beside her. After a few minutes while Aziraphale gathered himself, he slowly lowered himself to the ground next to his heavenly mother.
“Wha-what am I doing here? Have I died?” Aziraphale asked, the fear that originated in the Ritz’s washroom spiking.
Tinkling bells sounded through the Garden. Aziraphale started until he realized God was laughing softly at him.
“No, my son. You’ve not died. I’m pretty sure that if you did, Crowley would hunt me down personally and demand I bring you back.” God laughed.
Aziraphale’s eyes widened as he started to defend Crowley, lest his mother truly believe Crowley a threat.
“Calm down, dear. No, you’re both safe and fine. I just thought it was time we had a talk, it’s been a long time, wouldn’t you say?” God asked, leaning back against the tree.
“How have you been feeling?” God asked, her smile taking on a knowing edge.
“Umm I’m not sure what you mean.” Aziraphale stuttered out.
The smile on God’s face seemed to grow even more smug at Aziraphale’s attempt at hiding something.
“Nothing unusual happening lately?” God asked, eyes crinkling as her smile grew.
“Uhhh” was all Aziraphale could get out before God erupted into more tinkling giggles.
“It’s okay, I am all knowing after all. You know, that ‘Be fruitful and multiply’ blessing was not just for Adam and Eve.” She laughed, standing up and dusting herself off. “I know this is short but I wanted to tell you myself instead of sending your brother. He’s still a little miffed that you were right.” More tinkling giggles.
Aziraphale didn’t think his eyes could grow any wider. His eyes dropped to his stomach and then back up to God. Her smile was equal parts smug and soft as her laughter faded.
“You-you mean…” he placed his hand on his stomach, shock replacing the fear for a few brief seconds.
“I would love to meet them when you and Crowley say it’s okay.” She said. “Tell Crowley I said hello.”
God faded with the Garden as Aziraphale whispered, “I’m pregnant.”
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Aziraphale’s eyes snapped open and he sat up just as quickly. The wooziness that hit him made sense this time.
“Angel! Are you okay, do you need something?” Crowley asked frantically, hands hovering over Aziraphale as he convinced the room to stop spinning.
Aziraphale smiled brightly at his husband after the room righted itself. He grabbed Crowley’s hands and pulled him into a kiss. Crowley let himself melt into the kiss, hoping this meant Aziraphale was feeling better.
Breaking the kiss gently, Aziraphale pulled back and looked at Crowley with all the love in the universe.
“I love you so much, dearest.” Aziraphale said, resting his forehead against Crowley’s.
“I love you too, Angel, but please. What’s going on? You’re scaring me to death here.” Crowley said, the fear and anxiety leaking into his voice, cracking it on the last few words.
Aziraphale laughed softly, “Oh my dear, I’m not dying. I’m perfectly fine. More than fine actually.”
Strangled noises left Crowley’s throat as he tried to respond.
“Fine?! Angel, you’ve been dizzy, sick, weak, and you slept! That’s not fine. Please don’t hide from me, tell me what’s going on. Please.” A tear escaping Crowley’s uncovered eyes.
Aziraphale wiped the tear away lovingly. “I’m pregnant, Crowley.”
This time, Crowley was the one reeling back. He looked at Aziraphale’s stomach, back up to his face, then his stomach again. After a minute, he slowly reached out and placed his hand on Aziraphale’s stomach. He sent out a pulse of his true energy out and it was met with a dim response. He stumbled back.
“Crowley?” Aziraphale asked, a hint of worry steeped in that one word.
“You-you’re pregnant? H-How?”
Aziraphale didn’t answer for a moment, doubt and a new fear creeping in at the edges of his conscious. He dropped his gaze from Crowley, lowering his head.
“Are you mad?” Aziraphale asked quietly.
The tone of voice made Crowley snap straight up. Those words were spoken with the same tone of voice as “You can’t leave, Crowley. There isn’t anywhere to go” had been spoken. Aziraphale was on the verge of breaking. Two large steps had Crowley on the bed with Aziraphale, cupping his face and making Aziraphale look at him.
“WHAT? No! Shocked, worried, fucking terrified, absolutely confused. But mad? No, Aziraphale.” Crowley said with the same conviction he’d said when he said “I do”.
“That was just shocking. Of all the things you could have said, that was nowhere on the list of what I expected. We’ve only ever discussed children in an objective idea, and while I’ve dreamed of having a family with you for millennia, I figured it wasn’t the lot in life we’d ever get. But mad? Angel, how could I be mad about that?” Crowley told him, leaning in to kiss him gently.
“Do..do you want this?” Crowley asked as they broke apart.
“Yes.”
Crowley smiled happily as he pushed Aziraphale back on the bed and crawled over him. Rearranging them so that he was wrapped around Aziraphale, with his head laying on Aziraphale’s stomach, he started kissing it.
“Hello there, little one. I hope you know already how much your daddies love you and are excited to have you with us.” Crowley whispered, laying kisses on Aziraphale’s stomach.
Aziraphale laughed softly, running his hands through Crowley’s long hair.
“That we are, my dear, that we are.”
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In the months since finding out about Aziraphale’s pregnancy, Crowley barely let Aziraphale out of his sight. Aziraphale had an issue with morning sickness for a while through his pregnancy, often having issues with keeping food down but getting weak when he didn’t eat. So they decided to act as though they were humans and Aziraphale would eat and sleep regularly to help keep his energy up while he grew their baby.
They had decided they didn’t want to know what they were having, enjoying the suspense and teasingly arguing over who would ultimately be right at the end of this journey.
Aziraphale had always been soft in the middle but with pregnancy, his stomach seemed even more cuddly than before. At least Crowley treated it that way so they were laying on the couch in the flat above the bookshop and Crowley was once again draped over Aziraphale’s stomach, cooing softly to it.
Crowley was singing a silly lullaby that he remembered Warlock had loved as a child to Aziraphale’s stomach.
I love you
You love me
We’re a happy family
With a great big hug
And a kiss from me to you
Won’t you say you love me too?
Crowley kept humming the tune even after he stopped singing the words. Aziraphale, who was tired this late into his pregnancy, was dozing off, soft smile on his face.
Both of their eyes snapped open as the smell of ozone and lilacs flooded the flat.
Gabriel stood there, shock written all over his face, as he stared at the clearly pregnant angel and the demon draped over him.
“Oh you have got to be kidding me! Really Aziraphale? It wasn’t bad enough you fucked up the Great Plan and betrayed Heaven, you went and got knocked up like a common whore by a demon?! Have you no fucking shame, you screw up?” Gabriel screamed.
Crowley was on his feet and in front of Aziraphale in a second. Aziraphale struggled to sit up, his pregnancy impeding his mobility and flexibility.
“You have 2 seconds to get the fuck out of our house before I rip your fucking throat out, you bastard!” Crowley growled.
Gabriel scoffed, folding his arms in front of him. “You don’t scare me, demon. I came here to try and bring Aziraphale back into the fold, if he’d just repent but at this point, I’m sure not even your lot would want such a failure.”
Crowley lunged, intending to make good on his words, when the whole room lit up bright white and everyone was frozen in place.
Suddenly a small, female appearing individual appeared. She snapped and Crowley was transported from his frozen place mid-lunge to Aziraphale’s side. Three sets of shocked eyes turned to the newcomer, only one relaxing when they recognized the stranger.
“I’ve heard enough, thank you very much!” The stranger said, ice running through her words. Her glowing eyes unnerved Crowley, who pushed Aziraphale behind him. The angel rolled his eyes, smiling up at the twitching demon as he pushed past him. Crowley reached out and grabbed his arm.
“Hello, Mother.” Aziraphale said, waving from where Crowley stopped him.
The shocked gazes left God and landed on Aziraphale.
“Mother!? Wh-what are you doing here?” Gabriel asked, as he knelt down on one knee and lowered his head.
“I’ve come to put a stop to this before anyone gets hurt further. Gabriel, leave Aziraphale alone. That’s my final word. You chose to banish him from Heaven, without my permission I might add, but nonetheless, he is not your subordinate anymore. Go back to Heaven, and do not test me by returning to Aziraphale and Crowley’s home again.”
Without another word, Gabriel disappeared.
God turned back to Aziraphale and Crowley. The latter tugging Aziraphale back behind him, trying to put himself between the two.
God rolled her eyes. “That’s not necessary, you know.”
Crowley scoffed, managing to pull Aziraphale behind him finally. “I’d say it was, Mother dearest.” Crowley said sarcastically.
Aziraphale put his hand on Crowley’s back, trying to calm his husband down.
“Dear.”
“No! Don’t you ‘dear’ me, Aziraphale! You’re going to tell me she appears now, after all this time, and I’m just supposed to trust her? The same one who threw me out for asking questions? What do you think she’d do to you, an angel married to a demon and pregnant with their spawn? I won’t let her Fall you.” Crowley growled, stance remaining threatening towards God.
Nobody said anything for a few tense minutes.
“I’m sorry.” The room lit up again and then God was gone.
Crowley’s arms dropped in shock. He felt Aziraphale’s arms wrap around him from behind and his bump pressed against his back.
“I love you.” Aziraphale whispered.
Crowley stood there for a few moments more, still feeling shocked, before turning and wrapping Aziraphale in his arms too. After a few minutes of holding Aziraphale close to him, he moved his hands to Aziraphale’s bump and rested his forehead against Aziraphale’s.
“I love you too.”