Anna chuckled, shifting the boy in her arms so she could wiggle his little limbs free. "Ten little fingers and ten little toes. Perfectly normal. Perfectly healthy, every little part of him." Anna leaned a little closer to Crowley, curling her legs under her and letting Aiden's legs rest against his father's arm. He'd get comfortable with the boy sooner or later, she knew he would. Because he wanted to, little Fergus had made that very clear in her mind.
And the sooner the better. Because Anna really wanted a shower but she was terrified to leave Aiden alone for five seconds let alone fifteen minutes. She would, surprisingly, be perfectly comfortable leaving him in Crowley's arms for long enough to shower. But she was trying really hard not to push.