What if Part 2
In the entire time that they'd known each other Crowley had to admit, rather begudgingly, that Aziraphale was right about quite a few things. The most recent of those being that his flat was not a fit place in which to raise a child. As he walked through the front door and looked around it actually started to remind him of a quote from one of his favorite movies.
"If I had to live in that house, I'd probably pray for disease, too. The place is like a museum. It's very beautiful and very cold, and you're not allowed to touch anything."
That quote most definitely summed up Crowley's current living arrangements. And then there was the fact that the flat was nowhere near any good schools. That had been intentional originally. It was meant to be a bachelor pad of sorts. Did anybody even call them that anymore? It didn't matter, though. He had a child to consider now so moving was going to be necessary. All of the best schools in London were private schools that practically existed inside churches so those would definitely be out. Crowley decided that the best way to go was a nice cottage in a good village with a very good school. He could handle that.
Crowley had originally planned for someone to watch the baby while he went house hunting and then he realized that was a little ridiculous. The whole point of finding a new place to live was to accommodate the child. He'd done a bit of research in regard to what the baby would need, including the best car seat. For a brief moment he considered the possibility that he might have to get rid of the Bentley and get something more practical but that moment was very, very brief.
"Oh he is the most precious thing." The realtor said as she looked into the carrier. The baby was sleeping at the moment. Crowley still hadn't come up with a name just yet. He knew he'd have to name the child but none of the names he came up with felt like they fit. And it didn't help that the baby would cry almost every time he tried one out.
"Thank you." Crowley forced a smile. He just wanted to look at the cottages.
"I think I have the perfect house for the two of you. It has a very big garden for him to play in when he gets older. And it's a short walk from the school." She wiggled her fingers at the baby before they headed to the house. This was the fourth house that they'd seen. The baby had cried as soon as they walked in the front door of the previous three. The Antichrist would most definitely know where he wanted to live and so far they hadn't chosen correctly apparently.
"It is rather nice." Crowley said as they walked up the path. The front garden was just as big as the back, with a nice fence around it. Enough to keep the child in but not so much as to keep the neighbors totally at bay. He would need friends, after all. And so far there wasn't a peep.
"It has two bedrooms, both upstairs. And a lovely sitting room over here." The realtor said moving to the left after opening the door. "The kitchen is through here as well as the dining room."
As they moved through the house, looking at everything, there was this growing feeling that Crowley couldn't quite explain. And the fact that the child was still silent meant quite a lot. It wasn't until they got up to the second floor and Crowley was looking out of the bedroom window that he realized what it was he was feeling. Love. Unconditional love. He looked down at the baby and smiled brightly.
"Have we found our home, little one?" He asked. The baby looked up at him and giggled. Crowley was almost certain that his heart actually exploded in his chest at the sound. It was magical. "We'll take it." Crowley said with a nod.
"Fabulous. I'll get the paperwork ready." The realtor said with a grin. "Welcome to Ashwell, Mr Crowley." She then went down to get the purchase under way.
"Now we just need to let Uncle Aziraphale know our new address, don't we......" Crowley tilted his head and really looked at the child. "Damien." He smiled and for once the baby didn't start to cry. Why hadn't he thought of that name sooner?
"If I had to live in that house, I'd probably pray for disease, too. The place is like a museum. It's very beautiful and very cold, and you're not allowed to touch anything."
That quote most definitely summed up Crowley's current living arrangements. And then there was the fact that the flat was nowhere near any good schools. That had been intentional originally. It was meant to be a bachelor pad of sorts. Did anybody even call them that anymore? It didn't matter, though. He had a child to consider now so moving was going to be necessary. All of the best schools in London were private schools that practically existed inside churches so those would definitely be out. Crowley decided that the best way to go was a nice cottage in a good village with a very good school. He could handle that.
Crowley had originally planned for someone to watch the baby while he went house hunting and then he realized that was a little ridiculous. The whole point of finding a new place to live was to accommodate the child. He'd done a bit of research in regard to what the baby would need, including the best car seat. For a brief moment he considered the possibility that he might have to get rid of the Bentley and get something more practical but that moment was very, very brief.
"Oh he is the most precious thing." The realtor said as she looked into the carrier. The baby was sleeping at the moment. Crowley still hadn't come up with a name just yet. He knew he'd have to name the child but none of the names he came up with felt like they fit. And it didn't help that the baby would cry almost every time he tried one out.
"Thank you." Crowley forced a smile. He just wanted to look at the cottages.
"I think I have the perfect house for the two of you. It has a very big garden for him to play in when he gets older. And it's a short walk from the school." She wiggled her fingers at the baby before they headed to the house. This was the fourth house that they'd seen. The baby had cried as soon as they walked in the front door of the previous three. The Antichrist would most definitely know where he wanted to live and so far they hadn't chosen correctly apparently.
"It is rather nice." Crowley said as they walked up the path. The front garden was just as big as the back, with a nice fence around it. Enough to keep the child in but not so much as to keep the neighbors totally at bay. He would need friends, after all. And so far there wasn't a peep.
"It has two bedrooms, both upstairs. And a lovely sitting room over here." The realtor said moving to the left after opening the door. "The kitchen is through here as well as the dining room."
As they moved through the house, looking at everything, there was this growing feeling that Crowley couldn't quite explain. And the fact that the child was still silent meant quite a lot. It wasn't until they got up to the second floor and Crowley was looking out of the bedroom window that he realized what it was he was feeling. Love. Unconditional love. He looked down at the baby and smiled brightly.
"Have we found our home, little one?" He asked. The baby looked up at him and giggled. Crowley was almost certain that his heart actually exploded in his chest at the sound. It was magical. "We'll take it." Crowley said with a nod.
"Fabulous. I'll get the paperwork ready." The realtor said with a grin. "Welcome to Ashwell, Mr Crowley." She then went down to get the purchase under way.
"Now we just need to let Uncle Aziraphale know our new address, don't we......" Crowley tilted his head and really looked at the child. "Damien." He smiled and for once the baby didn't start to cry. Why hadn't he thought of that name sooner?
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