Scandalous Part 2

Crowley was actually pretty happy to be back as the nanny.  He'd loved taking care of Warlock when he was little and missed it quite often.  There were also the clothes.  Though everything was quite conservative, there was something nice about wearing a skirt. 

They'd come up with another story for Aziraphale.  Brother Francis just didn't seem feasible this time around.  Of course Crowley saw that as being the angel's fault for making himself such an advanced age.  But it was easy enough to come up with a good backstory.  So now, Rachel Ashtoreth and Ezra Fell made their way up to the Dowling's mansion front door.  Before either of them could knock, the door came open and Warlock stood on the other side.  He stopped just short of running into Ashtoreth. 

"You have grown, haven't you?"  She said with a smile. 

"Nanny?"  Warlock asked.  Ashtoreth found herself very quickly engulfed in a hug.  Warlock had grown so that he was almost as tall as she was. 

"Are you alright, dear?"  She asked as she rubbed his back slowly. 

"No, not at all."  He sighed. 

"I will not have some low income trollop in this house, do you hear me?!"  Thaddeus Dowling could be heard yelling from the other room.  Aziraphale could see Crowley started to get a bit angry and he put a hand on her back. 

"Now, darling, you must remain calm, remember?"  He said softly.  Warlock backed up a little and finally looked at the man standing next to his favorite nanny. 

"Who's this?"  He asked. 

"This is my husband, Ezra.  Ezra, this is Warlock Dowling."  She smiled. 

"So nice to finally meet the boy that my dear wife has been going on about for years."  He smiled and offered a hand.  Warlock shook the offered hand but looked at Ashtoreth a bit confused. 

"I thought you were married to Brother Francis?"  He furrowed his brow. 

"Oh no, dear."  Ashtoreth offered a soft smile.  "Brother Francis and I were just very good friends.  Though he was the one that introduced me to Ezra here." 

"Oh goodness, Mrs. Asthoreth..."  Harriet Dowling said as she came to the door after her son.  "It seems you have rather impeccable timing." 

"The newspapers did help with that, dear."  Ashtoreth nodded.  "This is my husband, Ezra Fell.  He works absolute miracles in the kitchen." 

"Oh, that's wonderful.  We just had to let our cook go..."  Harriet said.  "I'll get a nice room set up for the two of you."  She smiled. 

"I don't mean to pry, Mrs Dowling, but it sounds as if your husband would object to needing the services of a nanny."  Ezra said. 

"He's saying she can't come live here."  Warlock glared in Thaddeus' general direction before looking back at his nanny.  He really had missed her. 

"Mrs Dowling.  I would like to borrow your son for a little while if I could.  It'll give you time to talk some sense into your husband."  Ashtoreth's words were tense and Ezra could see that she was fighting to keep from going off. 

"Of course."  Harriet nodded. 

"Come along, Warlock."  Asthoreth offered her arm to the boy and he took it happily. 

"Where are we going?"  Warlock asked as they headed down the stairs and to a car that was waiting just outside the gate.  Harriet shut the door behind them and went to go tell her husband what was and wasn't going to happen in his own home. 

"We're going to get your child and their mother and bring them here."  She smiled. 

"It's a little girl."  Warlock smiled proudly.  "We um.....we named her Rachel." 

"Oh my dear boy you are going to make me cry."  Asthoreth gave his arm a little squeeze.  Warlock smiled.  Aziraphale followed quietly behind them.  He certainly wasn't sure what Crowley had in mind.