Family Part 22

 Crowley waited until she was sure the children were gone before she cleared her throat and headed into the house.  As Freddie had said, Aziraphale was in the living room rearranging the books.  She took a deep breath and let it out slowly before stepping fully into the living room and clearing her throat again.  

"I'm not talking to you right now."  Aziraphale said as he angrily put a book on the shelf.  It was taking a lot longer to get them in alphabetical order than he originally expected.  

"I'm sorry."  Crowley took her sunglasses off and put them in her pocket.  She put her hands in front of her, fingers laced together.  

"What was that?"  Aziraphale asked, continuing to rearrange the books.  

"Aziraphale, I'm sorry."  Crowley said again.  

"And what exactly are you apologizing for, Crowley?"  Aziraphale stopped what he was doing though he still didn't look at his wife.  

"For being completely unreasonable, for refusing to listen to your opinion, and for calling you a an arrogant pig-headed cockwomble."  Crowley replied, making sure to speak clearly and calmly.  Aziraphale sighed a little and finally turned to look at Crowley.  

"You weren't completely unreasonable."  He said softly.  "And you weren't the only one that wasn't listening."  He walked over to stand in front of Crowley, reaching over to take her hands in his.  

"You know, I think in the entire ridiculous amount of time that we've known each other you've never actually called me any kind of names."  Crowley tilted her head.  "You just occasionally reminded me that I'm a demon and that's it.  And I've gone and called you all kinds of things....."  She trailed off.  

"You haven't called me all kinds of things, my love.  You've only called me stupid once and then today.  That's not really all kinds of things."  He brought her hands up to his lips and kissed her knuckles.  

"Well, there were a few things that never got said out loud."  Crowley said with a little bit of a blush.  

"Those don't count and you know it."  Aziraphale said with a soft chuckle.  "It usually takes you quite a bit longer to apologize and you rarely actually come out and say the words."  He pointed out.  "What brought this on?"  

"Our children."  Crowley said, looking Aziraphale in the eye.  "Apparently our fight has little Oscar convinced that we're getting a divorce."  

"Oh that poor boy."  Aziraphale shook his head.  "We'll have to do something about that."  

"I think that the first thing we need to do is let him decide whether or not he's going to continue to go to school.  We can teach him how to get his wings under control."  Crowley just watched Aziraphale's reaction.  Aziraphale took a deep breath and let it out slowly.  

"How about a compromise?"  He smiled.  "They have a break coming up in a few days.  We can take him out now temporarily, use the break to teach him and then he can go back to school when the break is over like nothing happened.  We can just tell the school he's got a cold or something simple."  

"You know, I think that might actually work."  Crowley smiled.  "We'll run that past him when they get back home."  

"Back home?"  Aziraphale raised an eyebrow.  

"I gave the kids some money and sent them to the shops or the movies or whatever.  Told them to be gone for a while so you and I can work this out."  Crowley's smiled turned into a bit of a smirk.  

"So what I'm hearing you say is that we have the entire house to ourselves for at least an hour?"  Aziraphale's expression changed a bit as well.  

"That is exactly what I'm saying."  Crowley moved in a bit closer to Aziraphale and draped her arms over his shoulders.  Aziraphale's hands immediately went to her hips.  

"So we have an opportunity to properly make up then."  He wiggled his eyebrows at her and Crowley laughed softly.  

"My thoughts exactly, my love."  She gave him a quick kiss on the lips.  Rather than either of them actually moving, Aziraphale just snapped his fingers and miracled them into their bedroom.