Good Omens: Our New Beginning (Bad Omens Prequel Novella)

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When the vomiting seemed to subside a bit Aziraphale had wanted to get back to the normal routine but the fever was still present. And Crowley outright refused to let him leave their bed. 

But Crowley did at least fulfill his angel's request to invite Madame Tracy and her husband Sergeant Shadwell for a visit and tea. It was Tuesday and Tracy and Shadwell always came on Tuesdays for afternoon tea and the thought of canceling was simply out of the question, much to Crowley’s dismay.

"I'm sure he's fine Master Crowley." Shadwell reassured. Crowley and Shadwell were downstairs in the shop drinking tea, well Shadwell was.  Crowley was pacing,  trying to figure out why his angel was ill.

"Why is this even happening? Angels aren't even supposed to get sick!" 

"Don't worry Master Crowley, my Tracy will get this sorted." 

Crowley stopped and stared at the Sergeant. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" 

Shadwell shrugged, "Tracy seems to have an inkling based on your husband's symptoms."

"So, vomiting, fever, aches and…?"

"Crowley said my ankles looked a little swollen this morning." Aziraphale confirmed. Aziraphale didn't know why Tracy was asking him about this yet again, he would much rather talk about the book club he wanted to start with her, his dearest friend, especially since the tea he just drank had settled his stomach….

"Aziraphale, now I don't mean to be rude or to pry but have you and Crowley been intimate recently?" 

Aziraphale's cheeks reddened. "Er…we have always been intimate….but I guess the most recent occasion was….precisely a couple of days before the vomiting hit."

Tracy nodded. "And your kind, both angels and demons are actually genderless…."

"Unless we make an Effort." Aziraphale confirmed. "I currently don't have a......male Effort but I am a man shaped being. And I have always been a masculine being although I occasionally change my Effort depending on what we're in the mood for during our….er where are you going with this?"

Tracy cleared her throat. "Aziraphale, if you currently have a specific type of….body part down below, were recently intimate with your husband, followed by these symptoms then it can only mean one thing…."

"What Tracy?" Aziraphale demanded. 

"You and Crowley are expecting your very own Bella Donna." Aziraphale didn't understand at first, "Bella Donna? What does Anathema and Newt's baby have anything to do with this conversation?"

Tracy smiled and clasped her friend's hands. "Aziraphale, darling, you and Crowley are going to be fathers."