She terrified him. The words were out of him and there was no retreating. He couldn't even be sure where the words came from; like so many things in this relationship, his heart knew something his mind was still discovering.
He couldn't do much about the grandchildren. The idea--that expectation and demand--he'd seen before. Other friends had faced similar in confrontations with parents and in-laws. His own mother hadn't found it in her to care. No one should push that, because raising a child was not something one should choose lightly.
And to be quite honest, that wasn't a conversation he looked forward to having with Anthony, either, not with their current memories as they were (the boy, Warlock...what was his fate?). Nor did Aziraphale particularly want children--he wasn't good with them--and he was getting up there in years, but perhaps. It was the first time that was even an option to consider.
Wasn't that something.
Their romantic relationship was barely a week old and he was already thinking about a future and the negotiations of sharing a life.
He hadn't come here needing her approval, but now that he had it, it was warm and blossoming in his chest. His own mother had never outright disapproved of his relationships, but her indifference had hurt in its own way.
"I hope I can make him that happy." He put his other hand over her's and too comfort in her hold. "And he'll always need his mother. It doesn't matter how old we get, I suspect we always want to know our mother loves us. But thank you. Thank you for letting him light up my life, too."
And then, after a moment he was acutely aware that he had been very caught up in her and that Alec had been left to his own--
He looked from the empty seat, back to Anthony's mother with confusion.
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He couldn't do much about the grandchildren. The idea--that expectation and demand--he'd seen before. Other friends had faced similar in confrontations with parents and in-laws. His own mother hadn't found it in her to care. No one should push that, because raising a child was not something one should choose lightly.
And to be quite honest, that wasn't a conversation he looked forward to having with Anthony, either, not with their current memories as they were (the boy, Warlock...what was his fate?). Nor did Aziraphale particularly want children--he wasn't good with them--and he was getting up there in years, but perhaps. It was the first time that was even an option to consider.
Wasn't that something.
Their romantic relationship was barely a week old and he was already thinking about a future and the negotiations of sharing a life.
He hadn't come here needing her approval, but now that he had it, it was warm and blossoming in his chest. His own mother had never outright disapproved of his relationships, but her indifference had hurt in its own way.
"I hope I can make him that happy." He put his other hand over her's and too comfort in her hold. "And he'll always need his mother. It doesn't matter how old we get, I suspect we always want to know our mother loves us. But thank you. Thank you for letting him light up my life, too."
And then, after a moment he was acutely aware that he had been very caught up in her and that Alec had been left to his own--
He looked from the empty seat, back to Anthony's mother with confusion.