The Nephalem Child (Good omens)

Chapter 2

  It had been two months and Erestel was growing faster than any mortal child, though if you compared the two he would be 3 years old now, although he was in fact only two months old, roughly.
He wore an outfit that Crowley dressed him in, as it was the demons turn to watch the shared child. They were in the Bentley, listing to classical music. Only because Aziraphale said for now no be-bop or anything else that would taint 'his angelic son' as much as that comment disgruntled Crowley he didn't want to face his Angel's wrath. So he bit his tongue and agreed only if Crowley could pick outfits for the week.
"Dhad."
"Yes, my son? "
"I-I want-"
Sentence broken by a small distraction
"Ah- crep... Creppys! "
Crowley looked at the boy in confusion then faced forward and sunk in his seat, muttering to himself.
" Crepes... Thanks angel for getting him hooked on those things. "
Sitting back up right he looks back and sees a crepe in Esetrel's hands.
"How did you??? "
"That was me. "
Aziraphale now sat beside the young half-and-half child.
"I could tell he missed me"
"Pah! "
As you may have guessed by now the two prefered to be seen as the babes fathers, they didn't quite mind being called a couple if it meant suspicions didn't arise for their broken and odd family. Aziraphale was Pa, or pops and Crowley was Dad or dada.
"We have to talk, something is going on. "
Aziraphale seemed worried, so Crowley started driving to the bookshop, oddly only going a little over the speed limit as to not worry Aziraphale.

  After they went to the bookshop and sent Erestel to his room they sat across from each other.
"So Angel, what's going on? "
"Well, it's about nephalem's. They were wiped out years ago, but apparently if a bond between a demon and an angel is strong enough... Well one appears to symbolize that. "
Crowley sat up straight and took his sunglasses off.
"You're telling me our friendship got so strong it created the kid? "
"Yes. Because of that both sides will want him dead once he can use his powers. That can either happen when he's 14 or 15. And that's not to far considering his growing speed. Thankfully he stops aging at 21 and his aging slows once he's 12."
Aziraphale sips his coca trying to soothe his fear.
Crowley on the other hand just sits in shock.
"Well we just need to protect him. Even when he can do that himself. "
Aziraphale nods agreeing. They now both have agreed to protect their son. They also know he was created from their bond. A mix of each of them. They believed it was friendship, deep down though Crowley knew he was in love and so did Aziraphale. They would probably never mention it though as they believed each other didn't reciprocate the feelings.
That's for another time meanwhile in his room, Esetrel crawled in his bed and sat.
"Capes... No... Creeps.. Creapps. Creepes yah! "
He bables to himself trying to learn the word crepes to impress his dads. They loved when he said new words. His favorite word seemed to be wings. Which made sense as he has been cuddled in both parents wings on many, many, occasions. It was the best way to soothe him from crying or pains he felt from his blood fighting itself. Thankfully that stopped after he turned two.

  Crowley walked to Esetrel's room and gently knocked before walking in.
"Hey kid. What are you up to? "
Estrel looked up at him from reading a spelling book.
"Reading. Pa likes me reading. "
"Yes he does, very good. "
Crowley smiles slightly then picked the child up.
"We're going to go for a little trip. Just for fun. What do you say? "
"Fun! "
Crowley smiled. This was Aziraphale's idea, just to get their minds off the stress. The park has always been their favorite place and Estrel loved the ducks.