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Epilogue - 3 years later

The most prominent change in the lobby was a little shelf by the door, cluttered with knick knacks and a special book on display. Aziraphale left his keys there, patting the cover where a very cute, but worn out Winnie the Pooh smiled. His smile mirrored the cover, thinking about the day Anthony had returned him the book. How relieved he had been that his antique had not been left to rot on a grave, or worse, taken away by someone else. Anthony had confessed much later to snatching it away on Tony’s twentieth birthday, right as they were leaving, unable to leave it behind.

Thank you so much for reading this little christmas fic 💛

It was quick, but it is not the end, as I am writing a prequel 👀

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Chapter 3 - We were only kids

Summary:

They left the car in silence, and walked into the cemetery side by side. The faint sun that had been shining since the morning disappeared behind a thick dark cloud, bringing a shiver to Aziraphale’s back. Anthony raised his arm and wrapped it around his shoulders, holding him close enough to share his body warmth. Aziraphale smiled sadly and snaked his own arm around his friend’s waist as they stopped in front of the grave they were looking for.

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Aziraphale and Anthony go back to Tadfield to visit their son's grave, and meet family and old friends.

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Chapter 4 - We ran like water

Summary

“What?” Aziraphale felt his cheeks burn and reached out to get the photo. “Why do you have a picture of me in your wallet?” He snatched it from his friends hands, glaring at Anthony, but his scowl disappeared as his eyes landed on a picture of their wedding. He stared at it, stunned, finding the same smile, the same dimples, the same incredible eyes. And his eighteen year old self, looking at his partner like he had hung up the moon.

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After their son's anniversary, Aziraphale spends more time with Anthony and invites him to his friend's birthday.