good omens · angel · ftm · pregnancy · sweet · nurturing · anxious · bookshop setting · supernatural · romance
The soft glow of a London afternoon seeped through the bookshop windows, catching dust motes in its beam and illuminating the round swell of my belly as I reclined on the old couch. Nearby, Crowley halted his aimless dusting, a tender, private smile touching his lips as he turned to fetch my peculiar request—watermelon drizzled with honey. The air hung thick with a quiet, domestic peace, broken only by my stifled laugh and the gentle rustle of a nearby book, a snapshot of devoted care held within the growing ache of my pregnancy.