An Angel as a Godfather?

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He didn't quite know what to make of the littlie bundle of pink blankets and rose skin, Helen had handed him. Granted he was happy that it had stopped screaming and regaling once her mother had handed her to him. Not quite sure what to do Gabriel started looking for David, in the vain hope to unload the child on a responsible adult. Who better than her father himself? Who seemed to be having a very serious conversation with his mother-in-law. Smirking he began to striding over to his friend.

"I hope you are not about to pass up precious bonding time with your Godchild Gab?" The voice of his best friend came from behind him, stopping Gabriel in his tracks. Placing a surgery sweet smile on his face, he turned back towards the new mother.

"Of course not. Whatever do you think of me?" he said with a fake hurt expression, before meeting Helen's sceptical look with an apologetic one. When she didn't soften up he began whining. "I'm sorry Helen, but what do you want me to do?"

Helen gave a huff of annoyance. "I want my daughter to spend time with her Godfather." Crossing her arms, she looked at him.

Feeling the guilt rise with in him Gabriel opened his mouth to say something. She raised her hand to silent him. "No. It's fine. I'll just take Hermione and leave you alone. You obviously have something better to do. Close the door on your way out." Pulling the bundle out of his grasp she made her way over to her husband.

Moments like this confused him. He was a divine soldier, an archangel of the Lord. Granted an archangel on the run, but an angel none the less. He shouldn't feel guilty because one women, he happened to have become quite attached to, was angry with him. He still wasn't sure how he had managed to become friends Helen. It confused him even more when she had asked him to give her away at her wedding to David, as her father wasn't around. However, the rug was completely ripped out from underneath him when she had asked him to be the Godfather of her child. Not knowing what to say, he had just nodded and that is exactly how he had gotten in to this mess. Simply by not wanting to disappoint his friend.

Sighing he made his way over to his friend once more. He had thought becoming a trickster god was going to cure him off his conditions. Apparently not. Clearing his throat he held his open arms.

"Hand over the little stinker." Watching her brown eyes lighten with joy. She carefully placed the now awake baby in to his arms.

"Hold her head!" She hissed.

"I will."

Rocking the little girl in his arms he watched her intently. Her eyes wide staring over his shoulders. Gabriel didn't spend a lot of time around infants, but he did know that their eyes couldn't detected actual shapes this early on. But something about the steadiness of the baby's gaze and interest she showed the area that held his wing unnerved him a bit. A wicked smile crept onto his face.

"Hello Hermione", he spoke softly. "I'm your Uncle Gabriel we're going to have a lot of fun together. At least if you're mother has anything to do with it."