It Started Out With A Kiss

Instructing

Crowley was fuming. "Enjoying yourself, mate?" His eyes were sharp as his long legs moved with intent. "Word with you." He cracked his neck, placing his hands on his hips. "Get up...STAND UP!"

Elliot stood from the bench he had been lounging around in. "Fuck." He stated under his breath.

3 hours prior

Cassi's leg would not stop bouncing no matter how hard she tried to control it. Her stomach felt hollow, her palms were a moist mess, and her heart, oh did she wish no one could hear her loud heartbeat. By no one she meant her demonic father and angelic father after all, both of whom had not the slightest clue on what was transpiring within their daughter. The family had gone out on a quick outing through the town, getting their attire ready for the ineffable wedding, picking up some decorations, and making sure they had almost everything as their fateful wedding date approached. Aziraphale had planned the wedding for the most part and all Crowley needed to do was be a good demon and do as instructed, although, by that point, he was an expert on doing what Aziraphale requested of him. "Nonono," Crowley pulled the remaining slice of cake towards him, "Let me finish at least one thing." He teased.

Aziraphale pursed his lips and huffed quietly. "Alright." He rolled his eyes. "I said I would make it up to you."

Crowley stuck out his tongue like a small child winning the simplest game against a wily opponent. "You alright?" He acknowledged his daughter who was sitting next to Aziraphale across the table from him. Upon noticing Cassi's lack of response, he turned around to investigate the source for his daughter's behavior. Crowley growled when he noticed Elliot in the distance. "Doesn't he have a fucking house? Always hanging around out like a fly."

Aziraphale looked behind Crowley. "Should we...?"

Crowley turned back to his family. "Erm," the demon stammered as part of him wanted to leave immediately without another word but another part of him, the part where his daughter's happiness spoke to him, decided to let her be. "Well, go on then." He sighed.

"Dad, um, are yo-"

Crowley crossed his arms. "Go before I change my mind." He raised a brow towards Cassi and bore an annoyed expression behind his glasses. "Unless you don't want to say hi to...him."

Aziraphale shrugged when his daughter turned to him for answers. The nephalem slowly got up from the table and made her way to her friend. "That was very kind of you, dearest."

"Shut up." Crowley growled and pushed the slice of cake towards the angel. "Not kind...just being a father." He sighed.

"Well, I think you're doing an excellent job at it." He forked the cake and began to eat it. "You'll be an expert by the time we have our other children."

Crowley licked his lips. "Chi-children? When did it become plural? I thought we agreed to discuss it in two years."

Aziraphale dabbed the corner of his mouth with a napkin. "We did." He smiled with a twinkle in his eye. "All I am saying is two children are no different than, I don't know, three or four."

"Four?"

Aziraphale pouted. "You don't want to? I think about it often."

Crowley stammered and shook his head. "Ho-how often, ex-exactly?" Aziraphale shrugged innocently as he ate the last piece of cake. "Angel, are you...do you think about it when we have sex?" The demon's eyes widened behind his glasses. "You do, don't you?"

"Not technically...and not all the time. Besides," he frowned, "I can't miracle one up on my own. It doesn't work. I'm afraid I will need you after all if I want more children."