Good Omens: The Fallen Nephelim

Chapter 3

Zara: Age 1

Aziraphale took more responsibility for Zara.
Considering her age, she was in a human for that would age till she reached the popper one of an adult. Which meant she didn't have any signs of angel or demon powers. Not even the age where she would sprout her wings.

But, he was already in the phase of being a loving father to her.
He always held her in his arms when she fussed. He would read to her stories that would give her a great mind of imaginations when she grows.

It felt a bit odd though. An angel, feeling like a father. Especially with a demon.

But, part of it wasn't that much of a bother.
Truly, Aziraphale was filled with greatness.

If you thought it was going easy at this point, well, remember. Babies are not easy.
There are nights where Zara cries and cries and Aziraphale stresses over it, trying to figure out why.
He'd call Crowley, but he had that mental panic of what would result in asking for help.

Crowley was around often, but he usually wasn't much of help.

Aziraphale couldn't leave Crowley at least 4 seconds alone with her. Mainly because Crowley knew nothing on children and when she was hungry he tried feeding her a bottle of gin.

See? Nothing.

All Aziraphale could do was send books to Crowley to read and learn about children.

Crowley had better plans than reading.

At this moment he was driving round in his car, going places to pick up some things.
It felt a bit weird sometimes without Aziraphale in the car.
He even got a baby car-seat for Zara, but Aziraphale refused to let Crowley drive with the child in the back.

"You go too fast for her, Crowley".

His hand gripped the wheel a bit, letting the words repeat.
They were the same as when Aziraphale gave him the thermos of Holy water in 1967.

His heart pinched, remembering Aziraphale's face when he handed it over.

Wait, why was he feeling this way? Not like he felt the same to Aziraphale when..

Crowley shook that memory out of his head. He didn't want to relive that moment. The bookshop. The fire..

Guess that's why he was driving.
The car kept him from reliving the memories he didn't want to remember.

His car was at a stop when his phone rang.
Who else but the angel to be calling.

*Beep*

He ignored the call. Let it go to voicemail.

At this moment, it was him and the car.

No angel. No child of some kind.

Little did Aziraphale know, Crowley was picking up some baby items. After all, he had an empty room at home that was needing decoration.

Zara: Age 2

Aziraphale finally trusted Crowley enough to have her stay at his house.
Aziraphale needed time to work in his shop without Zara whining.
Not that she was needy for attention, she was just teething.