-"My dearest Crowley, I am oh, so sorry it has taken me so long to realize my romantic feelings towards you..."
-"Angel, we've been married a year already! Let it go won't you? Don't ever worry about it again."
A knock is heard at the bookstore's door. Aziraphale snaps his gaze towards it and then looks back to Crowley.
-"We're closed! It's raining! Who could it be?"
-"Let's go answer, angel. Could be someone important."
Aziraphale hesitantly brushes his pinky finger against Crowley's, to indicate he should follow.
The supernatural entities get to the door and Aziraphale opens it, starting his "we're closed" lecture...
When he looks down and picks up; a baby, a baby in a basket, crying, cold and wet from the normal rainy evening in Tadfield.
-"Oh dear God! What fiend could have possibly-!"
-"Angel," -Crowley interrumpts, pulling them both inside.- "is that a feather?"
-"Oh dear!" -Aziraphale bounces the basket in his arms, shushing the baby effectively.- "Those are wings!"
-"They're... Gray?"
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Our ineffable son
FanfictionA baby is abandoned at the door of a certain angel's bookshop. What will he and his newly-wedded demon do?
