It ties us together, but I've never been more afraid

Chapter 18: The Gardner and The Nanny

Crowley was the one who had come up with the idea to be godfathers to young Warlock, but it seemed Crowley was the one struggling the most with it.

Aziraphale of course had been struggling with it too, but for the most part if people weren't looking he would be able to miracle the garden to look exactly how he wanted it, so the most he was struggling with was the fatigue that came with it.

Aziraphale felt Crowley was not only dealing with the heightened knee pain, but Warlock seemed pretty keen on trying to play rough, so Aziraphale felt every hit, kick, and scratch that Crowley got. As he got older those pains occurred less and less, but Crowley's knee pain never went away.

Aziraphale and Crowley didn't see much of each other during their respected jobs, Crowley had a room in the house next to Warlocks, Aziraphale had a room in the help house outside. While they had come to an agreement to help stop the end of the world, things were still tense between them, so they stayed out of each other's way a lot. Well it seemed like Crowley was the one who was more avoiding Aziraphale then the other way around.

One evening however it wasn't quite possible.

The Dowlings had gone on a trip, letting Crowley stay behind so he could have a break from taking care of Warlock for once. The first night they were gone however they got a massive rain storm, and it began to flood out the help house. Aziraphale, and the others who stayed out there, were brought inside until the storm passed. They had to double up on rooms, and Aziraphale had chosen to be with Crowley.

If Crowley was displeased with this he certainly didn't show it.

"It is raining rather hard out there." Aziraphale commented as he took off his coat and boots, trying not to dirty up Crowley's room.

"Reminds me of the flood a little bit." Crowley replied as he sipped on a drink. No Warlock here meant Crowley could get properly drunk and he wasn't going to waste the chance.

It also meant Crowley didn't have to be in the nanny dress up anymore. At the moment he was wearing a loose shirt, a pair of sweatpants, and to Aziraphale's delight, a knee brace over his bad knee.

"How's your pain?" Aziraphale asked as he took a seat on the camp bed that was set up for him. It wasn't very comfortable, but it'll do.

"Oh, you know." Crowley said, shrugging as he took another sip of his drink. Aziraphale wanted to say that he did in fact know, but he didn't. Crowley had still been stuck on saying they weren't soulmates, so Aziraphale was going along with it.

"Right." Aziraphale said as he took off his hat and miracled his face back to normal. He noticed Crowley staring at him, since Crowley wasn't wearing his sunglasses. "What?"

"Nothing, I just haven't seen you without the disguise in a long time." Crowley said and Aziraphale felt in his heart a distant feeling, like his heart skipped a few beats.

"Oh, I suppose you haven't." Aziraphale realized. The only time he miracled his look away was when he was alone in his room at night. He didn't mind how he looked when he did have his disguise on, he just liked how he looked normally.

"Want a drink?" Crowley asked and Aziraphale nodded. Crowley poured another glass of what seemed to be scotch, and brought it over to Aziraphale.

"Thank you." Aziraphale said as Crowley handed him the glass. Crowley frowned for a moment before reaching down and putting his hand on the camping bed, which just made him frown more. "Uh, Crowley?" Aziraphale asked, confused by his actions.

"This bed is stiff as a board." Crowley commented.

"Well yes, camping beds don't tend to be the most comfortable." Aziraphale agreed. Crowley turned around and snapped his fingers, and Crowley's bed grew in size from a full sized to a king sized.