Aziraphale was at his desk, reading quietly to himself, as he usually did this time of the day, when he heard a loud thud. Which meant that Eden had fallen over again, she had seemed to enter a clumsy phase. Aziraphale rose from his chair and dashed to where the sound came from. He found Eden, the six year old was hugging her elbow and crying softly, the rack that had been holding his coat was on its side and Crowley’s black hat was in Eden’s lap.
“Oh my poor Little One!” Aziraphale exclaimed as he rushed to Eden’s side. Fortunately it was just a bruise which was healed within seconds.
“There, there, everything is alright now my love, absolutely tickety boo.” He said softly as he scooped the little red head into his arms.
“What on Earth happened Eden?”
Eden sniffled. “D-Daddy was telling me about how he saved you from Nazis and that you still had the hat he wore that day. He said he would show it to me when he woke up from his nap, but I just couldn’t wait.”
Aziraphale sighed, he would have words with Crowley about this later. “Well, there you are,” Aziraphale said as he pointed to the hat on her lap.
“Did Daddy really save you from Nazis?”
“ He did. He saved me and my bag full of books! That was the day I realized that I deeply cared for him…a lot more than just a friend…” He smiled at Eden’s bright blue eyes as he continued.
“I gave him this hat a long time ago as a gift. A Mr. Pratchett left it here by mistake; he was a good friend of mine for many years. He would come here and study my prophetic books and writings with me.”
“How come he never took his hat back?” Eden asked.
“He did come back, but he insisted that I keep it, he said he had a spare, which he did in fact wear the very day I returned the hat to him!” Aziraphale smiled at the memory. He would never forget what Mr. Pratchett had said to him once Aziraphale had finally accepted the hat.
“I think it would look quite dashing on that ginger fellow of yours.” Mr. Pratchett said with a wink.
Aziraphale remembered his face feeling hot as he replied, “He is certainly not mine! I mean I’m not his! We don’t know each other! W-What ginger fellow?”
Mr. Pratchett had laughed and he hung it on the hat rack for Aziraphale before they began their studies for the day.
Later that week, Aziraphale had given it to Crowley who did indeed look quite dashing while wearing it, especially when he walked down that aisle to save him from those awful Nazis.
His grandson Terry even wore an identical hat whenever he would stop by at the shop…..
“Wow.” Eden said in awe as she gaped at the hat.
“Now, why don’t we pop out for a quick treat? Maybe some cookies from the bakery we like?”
“Yes Papa!” Eden said as Azirphale helped her to her feet and put the hat wrack in its proper position. He then brushed the wrinkles out of his coat and slipped it on.
Eden handed him the hat and he hung it back on the wrack.
“What should we get for your Daddy?”
“Choclate!”
Aziraphale chuckled. “Yes, your father certainly loves his chocolate.” Aziraphale mused fondly.
“Eden, you most likely don’t remember this. But when you were very small, you did wear that hat once.”
“Really?” Eden exclaimed. “Tell me Papa!”
“Well, It was a short while after I had recovered from the robbery, when I realized that I….”
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Good Omens: The Ineffable Family Chronicles
Short StoryA collection of short stories written in the early days of Bad Omens Book 1. These were written to help me understand the boys and their relationship with their daughter as she grew up. Please note some of these stories have been included in other b...
