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Crowley found himself in the bookshop without really meaning to. It had been a very long week actually and he had been planning on going back to his flat to sleep for a few months at least. Somehow that’s turned into visiting Aziraphale apparently. Sure, maybe it’s been about a week and a half since he’s had the chance to relax as it were, but, he’s fine. He doesn’t need toys or sippy cups. He’s alright without any pacifiers or soft blankets. Perfectly fine, he is.
“Oh, Crowley, dear. How are you? I wasn’t expecting you today.”
“I’m fine, d-Angel. How’re you and the books?”
“I’m alright, lovely really, I just got some new books actually.”
Crowley nods as he roams from shelf to shelf straightening the books up.
“Are you sure you’re alright, Crowley?”
He doesn’t even glance up from the shelf he’s currently fussing with, “Huh? Yeah, Angel. ‘M fine.”
“Love, you’re organizing. Are you feeling small?”
Crowley freezes and blinks.
“It’s alright if you are. I’m always happy to take care of you, you know.”
“I don’t-I’m fine. I mean I’m tired and, but I’m fine.”
Aziraphale nods and sets down the books he had been shelving, “If you’re sure, dear. But I do have a gift I was going to give you tomorrow after lunch. Would you like it now?”
Crowley’s hand finds its way to the hem of his shirt and starts pulling at a loose string, “A gift for me?”
“Yes, love. I saw it in the shop and thought of you. I quite think you’ll like it.”
He narrows his eyes, “Are you being ssneaky, Angel?”
Aziraphale tuts and shakes his head, “I’m simply offering you the gift I was going to give you tomorrow anyways, dear boy.”
“Well, alright then.”
Crowley waits while Aziraphale produces a small black and red gift box.
“Here you are,” Aziraphale hands him the box and smiles, “I may have customized it a bit after buying it to make it a bit more you.”
Crowley looks at the little box with both suspicion and curiosity for a few moments before opening it. When he sees the pacifier inside he can’t quite hold back the happy, full body wiggle. It's got a little snake wrapping around the handle and says ‘Sneaky Little Snake’ across the front. He blinks and looks at Aziraphale, “For me?”
Daddy smiles, “Yes, dear one, it’s for you.”
Crowley grins and bounces on his heels, “Thank you, daddy!”
“You’re very welcome, sweet boy. Would you like to sit with me for a story? We can read that charming book about the worm that loves to eat, hm?”
“You’re so silly, daddy,” Crowley giggles and shakes his head, “he’s a cat’pillar, not a worm.”
Aziraphale smiles and digs through the small stack of colourful books on the table by the couch, “Oh, dear me. That is very silly of me, isn’t it? I suppose we’ll simply need to read it again and see if I remember this time.”
“Yeah! And then, then rainbow scales? P’ease?”
“Well, I believe that can be arranged. Would you like anything to eat? Or a drink?”
Crowley shakes his head and climbs onto the couch, “I wan’ um, I wan’ my hedgie?”
“Well, we couldn’t very well have a story time without him could we? Absolutely preposterous. I’ll just go fetch him, shall I?”