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Pure Bliss

Third-person POV (I thought what the hell why not.) A/N this will be a very short chapter.

The wedding had gone smoothly, there was nothing wrong, they had expected no less. It had been in St.Jame's park, near where the duck pond was. Castiel had been Aziraphale's best man, for the first time not wearing his trenchcoat. He had been in a light blue suit, with a dark blue tie. Crowley had Dean, who was in a deep red suit with a black tie. Aziraphale had been the one to walk down the aisle, a white coat with long tails, a light blue waist-coat, white trousers, and a pink bowtie. His curls were longer than ever, poking out from around his white top hat. No pun intended, he looked angelic.

Crowley was breathless, looking upon him, tears forming in his already. He straightened his deep red bowtie, which stood out against the black of his suit, much matching Aziraphale with the exception of colour. They greatly contrasted each other but somehow it brought everything closer.

Sargent Shadwell, Madame Tracy, Anathema, Newt, and The Them (Whose parents were very confused to get invites), had all been there. The vows had been beautiful, tears were shed and laughs were shared. Then they all went to the Ritz, the William Kent room it be specific. They ate and talked. Then they danced, they had hoped to surprise each other by learning how to actually dance. Turns out they had the same idea. The had laughed and swayed step by step together, moving as one. Well until Crowley stepped on Aziraphale's foot. He had only laughed there was nothing to tear him down at this moment, he was in pure bliss. At the last moment, Aziraphale yelped as Crowley dipped him low and his lips were on Crowley's. The small reception clapped and a few joined the floor. Aziraphale sat next to the older couple, small talking with Madame Tracy. Crowley had only sat admiring his angel. He couldn't believe the perfection he had, the fact that the angel had chosen him. Little did he know Aziraphale had been thinking the same when Crowley had been talking to Dean. As the night died down and people left Crowley and Aziraphale had waved goodbye to Sam, Dean, and Cas, and took off their coats, wings burst from their backs and hand in hand the two of them flew to Alpha Centauri. Crowley had asked anyway. Aziraphale had fallen asleep with his head in Crowley's lap. Crowley remembered creating the stars and considered telling Aziraphale, but there was something holding him back.

"One day," He had whispered. "One day I'll tell you everything. Not yet angel, not yet." They had been in pure bliss, and time passed slowly for them, there was no rush none at all.

*14 years later*

Dean and Cas had gotten married ten years ago, it had been very simple hardly a wedding if they were to admit it. Now on their 14th anniversary, Crowley popped the question.

"Aziraphale, do you want children." The angel choked on his wine before smiling widely.

"I do, I wanted to say something but I was worried you didn't." Aziraphale put his hand on Crowly's with a smile."

"Thank Satan! I have wanted one for years!" Crowley sighed and leaned back.

"Well, I suppose it's time to start looking." Aziraphale stood and grabbed the old laptop Sam had left all those years ago. It was a miracle it still worked, or more likely a curse, Crowly had made sure it did. As Aziraphale began to type there was a knock at the door. It was far past late, the pair made eye contact and panic flooded over them. There had been nothing from either side, they were nearly positive that the angels still thought Aziraphale was dead. They stood hand in hand and opened the door. There was a small bundle I letter tucked into the soft blanket. Aziraphale bent down and picked it up before gasping and turning towards Crowley.

"I think our prayers have been answered." Crowley had leaned over, taking the note trying to keep the tears from his eyes.

"It took the two of you long enough." The second he finished reading the letter it burst into flames and they made eye contact. So the Almighty had been listening. The girl as they later found had bright blue eyes, like her papa and red hair like her daddy. The child had grey wings, a perfect mix of the two. They were easy to hide seeing as Aziraphale would miracle them away, then bring them back when they were alone, at least until Alex Fell could hide them herself. There were times where they would sit in the large room of Crowley's flat and Aziraphale would blow sweet-smelling, pink-tinted smoke rings, that, of course, would never harm Alex, into the air. She would toddle around attempting to catch them and Crowley would blow red one's smelling of cherry at her. There were many memories of them playing with there daughter. The years passed beautifully, and before they knew Alex was in sixth form (High school you strange Americans she's about 18). They had left it up to her, she had wanted to and they were both beyond pleased. She had a lovely girlfriend, Emily a bubbly pansexual blonde, who Aziraphale had taken a great liking to. Emily had no idea about the parents or the girl, Alex was waiting for the right moment. At first, the parents had been rather against telling the girl but after near a year of the two being together, they had reluctantly agreed, deciding to wipe her memory if things went pear-shaped. Life had gone fantastic, there was nothing any of them would trade for it.

Who wants a sequel? I have an idea but it is up to you guys! I hope you all enjoyed! If you did you may like my other book Someone Killed My Best Friend. Thank you so much for reading! As always with love,

-AA

Word count: 1016