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“The other baby has red hair, while the second is… well, they are blonde… hair almost as white as… mine.”
Their gazes locking with each other.
Could it really be that simple? As to where the babies had come from?
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Crowley was staring at the babies, leaving Aziraphale unsettled as well.
These two babies, having popped out from seemingly nowhere. Nobody coming forth, claiming the babies as their own. And the two of them, having arrived separate times too, so not the same parents either?
Unless…
And then, there was the resemblance of the two newborns.
That of their hair colour, their eye colour as well, Aziraphale having double checked even if he was pretty familiar with the first baby’s eye colour already. Yellow and blue. The hues of those eyes unmistakable. And familiar.
The facial features too, reminiscent of the two of them. The Angel and his Demon.
“Crowley… love, these too, lovely beings… are us, or ours, from us.”
Crowley then looked up and right at his partner. His Angel. Nodding only.
“I know.”
“So, you think they were sent here by…?”
“God. Yes.”
Crowley was perfectly finishing Aziraphale’s sentences, he usually was. The two so in tune with each other these days it was uncanny, well, almost.
“Yeah… Her.”
“So, she made these babies, for us? Out of us? For us?”
“That is the simplest explanation, but yes I think so.”
“Why?”
Aziraphale had to sit down, the overwhelming revelation a tad much for him.
But it had to be the correct one right? Otherwise, what else was there to explain the too many similarities between the two of them and the new borns having arrived at their doorstep.
“Well, we did save the world. Twice.”
Crowley joined his Angel, sitting on the bed. His arm around Aziraphale.
“Well, technically, it was once. But the war between Heaven and Hell was prevented by us as well. So guess it was a kind of a save too, to some extent.”
“Yes, well, guess She thought it was good after all. Saving the world, no war between our kind and all that. I really have no idea as to God’s plans, but one could assume this is part of it.”
“Yeah, well, guess we really shouldn’t look the gift horse in the mouth now should we. Simply take this for what it seems to be. A gift.”
“A gift, sweetheart? Is that what you think the babies are?”
“I do, Angel, and I really, have grown rather fond of them too.”
“So, we should keep them then?”
“Yeah, love, I think we should.”
Aziraphale stared into Crowley’s eyes, seeing the same kind of love there he shared for his Angel. As clearly the Demon having fallen for the babies as had Aziraphale himself.
“So, then it’s settled.”
Crowley’s expression grew fonder, having hoped they both shared the sentiment. Not that there has been much doubt, as clearly the Angel having fallen for the wee ones as well.
“It is, love.”
“Then, we four are a family now.”
It really was as simple as that.