When Crowley came into your life, you seemed like any other human. Pretty, young.

..Somehow, he let things get serious. What was only meant to be a nighttime escape soon became coffee dates and expensive whiskey.

Then you told him about your child. A daughter not even a year old. He thought about leaving. He hated children.

And yet.

It was late. You walked into the nursery to find him comforting your baby. When he saw you, he jumped. "..it was crying," he muttered.