[Fic] Make a Life Worth Living pt. 4

It was Crowley’s afternoon off, and she was supposed to take the time to rest while Aziraphale looked after the child. “You look like you could use a nap,” Aziraphale had said, and he wasn’t wrong. Crowley had truly been planning to return to her room, but it was a summer afternoon and the sun was so tempting, and now she was reclined in the grass at the far corner of the garden. Nanny Ashtoreth would never do such a thing, but Crowley’s skin was warm and the grass was soft against her back, and at this angle from the house windows, with several occult misdirections around her, there was no chance of the Dowlings taking issue. Aziraphale could see her, of course, but he hardly would have classified this as anything out of the ordinary.

“Mr. Fwancis,” Warlock said, just within range of Crowley’s hearing. He and Aziraphale were stationed on a picnic blanket in the shade. “Guess what?”

“I don’t suppose it has anything to do with The Selfish Giant,” Aziraphale said, resignedly. He’d been trying to begin the story for the past twenty minutes, but Warlock was having none of it. Clever little boy.

“You’ve gotta guess,” Warlock insisted. Crowley glanced over, and sure enough his hands were opening and closing excitedly as he built himself up for the surprise. Crowley knew what it was. She’d been asked the question three times already today, and if she wasn’t mistaken, Aziraphale had gotten it at least once yesterday.

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