The Commitment

Aziraphale stared at the wicker basket in the demon's hands with horrified eyes. "You kidnapped the Antichrist? Have you lost your mind?"

"Listen, since we need to keep an eye on him, what's better than to actually raise him ourselves? We could," he waved his free hand, "teach him good and evil and whats better than to actually be raised by an angel and a demon?"

The angel started at him, wondering if the demons had beaten his friend to a single remaining brain cell before handing him the Antichrist. "Crowley. I…." His voice faded, not sure what to say, trying to compute his words. "What if Hell finds out that you did this?"

"I'll take care of that."

How he wanted to tear those sunglasses off! Crowley usually didn't wear them when it was just the two of them, but right now he decided to keep them on with the Antichrist in his hand! "Crowley. In eleven years, Armageddon is going to start and we'll still be his parents. We are going to be his parents for the rest of his life!"

"…Maybe we could give him up after saving the world?"

His mouth dropped. "Crowley! No!"

The redheaded demon ran a hand through his long hair. "Just a thought…."

"What if Heaven finds out that I have the Antichrist?" he cried.

"They won't."

"You don't know that!" He sighed. "I'm not doing this alone, Crowley, especially when it was your idea to kidnap him in the first place."

"I'll be there. I mean we were planning on being like Godparents to the kid, but then I thought what if we misplace the Antichrist and wouldn't that be mess." He lamely chuckled.

"Out of all of you schemes, this is the worst. I can't keep the son of Satan in my bookshop!"

"You're better at this than I am!"

The basket began to cry.

Aziraphale sighed. "Well, the first thing in being a parent is to not argue in front of the children." He took the basket from the demon and gently placed it on his desk. He opened the lid to a crying baby boy. He snapped his fingers, summoning a soft, white blanket in his hand, wrapped it around the baby, and held him, softly cooing at him and almost instantly the baby's large, brown eyes were locked on him with curiosity.

It was hard to believe this little child was going to potentially cause the end of the world.

"So," Crowley slowly began, earning the angel's attention. "Do you want me to get things or should I just miracle them in your upstairs flat or something?"

"If you want, you could go get some things like clothes and whatnot. I'll miracle up the bigger items."

Crowley nodded and turned around, heading out the of the office. "Be back shortly."

Aziraphale watched the demon saunter out with a heavy exhale. "What were you thinking, Crowley?" he muttered to himself.

"What was I thinking?" Crowley hissed as he zipped in between honking cars through the dark streets of London with bags of child care in the back. "Raise the bloody Antichrist! That's a great fucking idea!" The Bentley arrived at the bookshop with a screeching halt and Crowley roughly opened the door, slammed it, opened the back door and dragged several plastic bags out and closed the door with his hip. He awkwardly turned the shop's doorknob with a couple of able fingers and opened it with his foot, then awkwardly closed the door again. The mentally cursing demon marched to the office, finding his friend sitting in the armchair, holding a sleeping Antichrist. He set the bags down. "I got everything the thing needs."

Aziraphale snapped his gaze on him. "Did you just call our son a thing?"

"Yeah, it's going to get used to calling him anything let alone my son." Let alone our son, he mentally added. This is definitely going to be weird. The kid's parents weren't even together nor ever will be. It was just an arrangement that the demon threw upon themselves to do let alone forcing themselves to have this commitment of raising damn child!

The angel snapped his fingers and the bags vanished.

Crowley groaned. He could've done that when he was just getting out of the Bentley! "So, did you name him?" he asked, looking at the sleeping spawn of Satan.

"Adam."

"Appropriate. The Original Sin…."

His friend meekly smiled. "Actually, I just like the name."

The demon shrugged. "That works, too."

He frowned. "Unless you have a–"

"'S fine."

Aziraphale chuckled. "You can hold him if you want."

He slipped his hands in his pockets. "Nah, 'm good."

The angel returned his gaze to the sleeping baby with a sparkle in his blue eyes and the demon felt his heart sink. He was already falling in love with the boy and probably had since the moment he held him. Aziraphale was a father. Maybe Crowley could be like an uncle or something.