you were crowleys son, 14 years old. One day, you and Crowley were visiting Aziraphale in his bookshop again, to help out and stuff. You were looking around the bookshop, but soon you ended up on the sofa, taking a nap under a blanket. Aziraphale and crowley sat in armchairs and talked together

Crowley: "Y'know Angel, I don't think I ever knew I was gonna have a kid fourteen years ago."

Aziraphale: "Yes, but, it's still wonderful. He's so nice but still has your personality."