Guardian Demon and Angel (Good Omens)

Chapter 12

Dedicated to @goddess_of_tea for being the first big suproter of this story. You deserve this chapter.

After plenty of meetings, visit, and inspections, Eve was returning to the book shop. She was bouncing in the back seat, and shaking the car, much to the demons worry. But the smile on the girls face, faded any anger he was feeling. "Should I call you Dad now?" the girl questioned, with pure excitement in her voice.

"If you want to," Crowley shrugged. He couldn't care less what he's called. He had been called plenty of thing through out his existence. Dad would be far from the worst.

Aziraphale though, was excited about the thought, nd spent time thinking about it. "It would be confusing if you called us both Dad," the angel pointed out, "How about calling one of us something different?"

The girl became extraordinarily still as she went into thought. It was partially amusing to see how serious in thought she was. "I'll call you Papa then!" she told the angel with a wide, close eyed smile. Her expression cause him to develop the same exact one.

"Playing favorites already," Crowley teased her.

Eve pouted and shook her head violently. "I love you both," she declared with pure emotion. The one statement cause both of the celestial beinings' hearts to throb, and smile to spread on their faces.

Before the Bently was even in park, Eve flew out, grabbing what of her few things she could. "I'm home," she cheered as she stood in the middle of the book store. Her face showed excitement, happiness and relief. With all her emotions her eyes started glossing over from collecting tears.

"We also have a surprise for you upstairs," the angel told her. Both of them were excited for her reaction. While she had been back for visits during the past month, they made sure to keep the surprise a secret.

The two guided her up to the flat, and into one of the three, once unfurnished rooms. They had sloy been furnishing and decorating it to be her room. The walls were a light pastel blue with a gray tree pattern on them all, which jad taken quite a few miracles on both accord to get done properly. The bed had a white wooden frame, with gray sheets, as they couldn't figure out what Eve's favorite color was. Above the bed, hanging from the ceiling, was a collection of white feathered butterflies, as the girl had a habit of getting entranced by anything floating in the sky.
There wwas a refurbished wardrobe and desk, which may or may not had been miracle in to take up some space. The hardwood floor was covered with a gray plush rug, which the girl immediately flopped into upon sight.

Eve flipped over onto her back to look around and take everything in. The two just stood in the doorway, watching her with proud smiles in their faces. Eve suddenly stood up an ran at them, frightening them both. Frighten turned to ease when they realized she was hugging them.

"Thank you," the girl sobbed out, finally having the tears flow. They both crouched down, frightened by the fact she was crying.

Aziraphale cupped her face and wiped away her tears. "Why are you crying Sweetums?" he asked the girl worried they had somehow upset her.

"I don't know," she confessed through the sobs, but still had a smile on her face. "It's just..." The tears just blocked her ability to formulate words.

Crowley sighed, "Come here." he pulled her to sit in his lap, and was stroking her hair. "It's alright to let it out." Eve threw herself at him hugging him with all her five year old might.

She quickly regained even breath through the comfort from her fathers. "How about we get you all settled in, then we go have an outing to celebrate," Aziraphale offered, coaxing Eve to slowly release her grip on Crowley. The demon hadn't minded though she was warm, and her grip was no where close to causing him harm. "I was thinking a stroll in Saint James Park and some ice cream."

"That sound lovely, Angel," Crowley agreed, picking Eve up and placing her on her feet, "Let's get moving then Monster," he patted Eve in the back as I courage ment to get active. In a moment she ran off to gather her things they deposited downstairs.

Aziraphale took it to himself to put all her clothes into the wardrobe, judging each article as he did so, making many comments on how they should get her new clothes. Her three stuffed animals were just quickly discarded onto the bed, where the snake one was half falling off, the fox was face down in the pillows, and her cat was slipping between the bed and the wall.
Crowley was helping Eve maticulously organize what toys she had at the foot of her bed; including three scantily dressed barbies, a collection of green army men, one remote control car, an action figure with limbs detached, baby doll with missing hair, model rocket, five and a half bouncy balls, a handful of hot wheels, and a set of Russian nesting dolls.

"Maybe we should get you a chest for all your toys," Crowley commented, finding more nicknack, not really toys, in her bag. "What's this?" he asked bulking out a large box that had been sitting in the bottom of the bag, barred by everything.

Eve quickly pulled it from his hands. "It was my mom's," she quickly said, hesitancy in her voice.  "I'm not allowed tl open it until a certain time."

"Alright," Crowley shrugged, not wanting to get too deep into her relationship with her now late parents. "Just keep it safe for when the time comes."Following that statement Eve promptly pushed the box deep under her bed, causing the demon to chuckle at her actions.

" Is there anything else from your late parents? "Aziraphale asked, taking a break from organizing her clothes by color. He was expecting some famoly heirloom, or something of sentiment.

Eve looked up to the ceiling, and squinted in though with burst lips. Her face lit up with realization. She scurried over to her backpack, quickly digging into it. "Father's laptop!" she declared, with excitement. It didn't look to be new, but also not old. "I'll probably need the wifi password..."