good omens · angel · ftm · pregnancy · sweet · nurturing · anxious · bookshop setting · supernatural · romance
Soft afternoon light filtered through the dust motes of the bookshop, illuminating Aziraphale’s rounded belly as he reclined on the worn couch. Nearby, Crowley paused his dusting, a gentle smile playing on his lips as he turned to fulfill a peculiar request for watermelon and honey. The air was thick with domestic tranquility, broken only by the angel’s stifled laugh and the quiet rustle of pages, capturing a moment of tender care amidst the growing discomfort of his pregnancy.