Chapter 8

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by Eden6000

by Eden6000

"So you want to get married at Epping Forest?" Crowley asked.

Aziraphale nodded. "Yes. It's so lovely there and peaceful and all of the picnics we have there…so wonderful."

Crowley smiled, "Well how about we have a picnic themed reception?"

"Oh that's a grand idea."

Crowley smirked. "I try."

"What about the guests?"

"Everyone is able to come despite the short notice." Crowley replied.

"Excellent."

"Now let's get ready for our bachelor party!"

"When you two have a wee bairn, I get to be the godfather ya hear?" Shadwell said when he, Newt, Aziraphale and Crowley became quite drunk. "And my Tracy gets to be the godmother."

Aziraphale, a bit shocked by the statement, replied. "Um, I'm afraid our kind doesn't work like that Sergeant." Aziraphale glanced longingly at Crowley who was going off on another tangent with Newt and Mr. Young listening, fascinated.

The Sergeant took another swig of wine. "Bah, don't give me that. You lot can do magic, we know what we saw that day! You'll be up to your knees in anklebiters in no time."

Aziraphale sighed as Shadwell staggered back to join Crowley and the others.

"That does sound lovely."