Sorry guys working on moving to a new place. Not fun stuff. But here's a new chapter of sorts. Don't own anything as usual.

Crowley stared at the small squalling thing across from him at the table. It hadn't stopped with its loud sounds the entire afternoon. He swore it was trying to wake the Leviathan from its murky sleep with its banshee cries. Crowley was nervous, unsure of how to handle the thing and its wails. He was beginning to hate Aziraphale more for thrusting this thing into his arms on the sappy pretense of bonding time. He felt sweat creep down his forehead before he moved to poke the thing's socked foot. The thing paused in its screeching noise to stare at Crowley with tear filled blue eyes. Crowley swallowed and steeled his resolve, "Now...stop that business. The angel only left to go to town not run away to Germany or Ireland," the demon said staring the thing down. The thing's lips worked in an angry pout as he returned the stare, his little toes flexing in his socked foot.

"We have a deal then," Crowley said tilting his head a bit. The thing mimicked him, tilting its head as well.
"I will take that as a yes," Crowley said getting up from his chair to make himself a cappuccino. The thing grunted and wriggled in its seat, trying to tug off the ruffled thing stuck on its head. Crowley watched it out of the corner of his eye, a small smirk building at the corner of his mouth. The thing started to make pitiful whining noises as it lost the battle with the bonnet. Crowley sighed and set his cup down before coming over and untying the offending ruffled thing. The thing stared up at him in slight awe as the bonnet was pulled off and tossed into the trashcan.

Crowley looked back to the thing and gave it a slight crooked smile, "Your...uh...what the blazes should we call him...mum there that's it," Crowley said leaning down to lift the thing from it s padded seat.
"He has horrible fashion sense and well he's the more nurturing type so...he's had more say in your attire than I," Crowley said quietly. The thing started to smile at him, reaching out to grab the sunglasses from his breast pocket. Crowley tensed a moment before letting the thing take his Armani sunglasses. It examined them and opened them before trying to put them in his mouth to drool on them.

Crowley tisked and tucked the thing into the crook of his arm, taking the sunglasses. "Here nuisance," he said setting the overly large pair of glasses on the thing's nose. It stared up at Crowley in amazement again before a loud piercing sound left its mouth. Crowley gave a surprised look, listening to the tiny thing laugh. A small smile worked to his lips as he fixed the sunglasses again, "Enjoying yourself are you?" he teased tickling the thing's chin. He sighed and gently bounced it like he saw Aziraphale do a few times.

"I'm not good at this kiddo," he admitted in a small whisper. "I stay far away from babies and everything attached to them...but...I suppose you're mine aren't you?" Crowley asked looking down at the baby. The baby smiled up at him, tilting his head and adjusting the sunglasses with one chubby hand. Crowley sighed, "Guess I'm saddled with a baby now...better get used to it eh boyo?" he said going to retrieve his mug. The baby made a gurgling sound in agreement, playing with the sunglasses. Crowley took the spoon from his mug and gently blew on the warm liquid before giving it to the baby in his arm. He smirked a little, "Our little secret from your nattering mum."