Yay for sproutlings!
Congratulations on the tiny itty-bitty BabyBean! We wish you very happy things for all of the years to come!
Crowley-the-Succubus-Because-She-Lost-A-Bet growled in irritation. She had been lying on a hospital bed for hours now, and she was bored. She and Aziraphale had been enjoying a film together when she felt that sharp pain in her belly, and a horrid wetness seeping through her very stylish maternity wear.
"Um, Crowley? You're, er, leaking," Aziraphale brilliantly announced. Crowley, already quite aware of this, merely grabbed his hand and hissed, "Bentley. Now!"
She still insisted on driving, though she wasn't paying any attention at all to the road. Luckily, the car was quite used to this, and knew its own way to the hospital. Aziraphale, meanwhile, couldn't decide if he was more worried about Crowley, the baby, himself, or the combination of all three landing in a ditch somewhere should the car lose control.
After the initial mess was over with-
"And what is her name, sir?"
"Huh? Oh, Crowley. She's Crowley."
"...Crowley. Is there anything else?"
A pause. "Anthony Crowley, last time I checked."
-she was settled comfortably in her bed, bored beyond belief with only the contractions and Aziraphale's panicked prattle to distract her.
She wasn't sure which one hurt more. Yes, making the baby was so much more fun than delivering it, she decided.
Exactly four hours and twenty three minutes later, she was startled awake from a light nap, and she knew. "Aziraphale? I think... I think the baby's coming."
Aziraphale made all of four steps out the door before he fainted.
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Some time (and many things broken for their proximity to the mother, including several bones in Aziraphale's hands) later, a healthy baby girl was born to Crowley and Aziraphale. She wore a thin patch of golden-blond hair, shining blue eyes with slitted irises, and a self-satisfied smile when she peed on the helpful nurse.
They had never been more proud.
Crowley-the-Succubus-Because-She-Lost-A-Bet growled in irritation. She had been lying on a hospital bed for hours now, and she was bored. She and Aziraphale had been enjoying a film together when she felt that sharp pain in her belly, and a horrid wetness seeping through her very stylish maternity wear.
"Um, Crowley? You're, er, leaking," Aziraphale brilliantly announced. Crowley, already quite aware of this, merely grabbed his hand and hissed, "Bentley. Now!"
She still insisted on driving, though she wasn't paying any attention at all to the road. Luckily, the car was quite used to this, and knew its own way to the hospital. Aziraphale, meanwhile, couldn't decide if he was more worried about Crowley, the baby, himself, or the combination of all three landing in a ditch somewhere should the car lose control.
After the initial mess was over with-
"And what is her name, sir?"
"Huh? Oh, Crowley. She's Crowley."
"...Crowley. Is there anything else?"
A pause. "Anthony Crowley, last time I checked."
-she was settled comfortably in her bed, bored beyond belief with only the contractions and Aziraphale's panicked prattle to distract her.
She wasn't sure which one hurt more. Yes, making the baby was so much more fun than delivering it, she decided.
Exactly four hours and twenty three minutes later, she was startled awake from a light nap, and she knew. "Aziraphale? I think... I think the baby's coming."
Aziraphale made all of four steps out the door before he fainted.
____
Some time (and many things broken for their proximity to the mother, including several bones in Aziraphale's hands) later, a healthy baby girl was born to Crowley and Aziraphale. She wore a thin patch of golden-blond hair, shining blue eyes with slitted irises, and a self-satisfied smile when she peed on the helpful nurse.
They had never been more proud.