"Of course, Angel," She let him brush past her- usually something that would rile her, but she knew it was useless, when it came to Aziraphale and his child. She'd accepted it as something he could dote over, like his books or his writing. It was natural, for an Angel to worry about something, after all.
She moved into his room, over to the couch to drape herself over it. "Come, Alex, he'll return in a second."