SUMMARY: Buffy, Angel and the baby are finally alone.
DISTRIBUTION: Ask
DISCLAIMER: Not owned by me. Joss and WB.
RATING: G
NOTE: For my stories Spike is two hundred years old and Angelus' childe. Thanks to Ryan for being my beta reader.

Angel shut the door behind Giles and turned to face Buffy. He looked closely at her as she held their son, a son that should have been impossible. There was no doubt that boy was his son, other than the fact that he looked just like him there was the fact that when he became angry he developed two tiny fangs. It also appeared that he also took blood when he nursed. Angel could only hope that that was all he had inherited from him.

Buffy looked up to see Angel staring at her. He looked deep in thought, not that it surprised her. She had after all had months to become accustomed to the fact that she was pregnant with Angel's child. It had taken days for the shock to we aroff, poor Angel had only found out about it yesterday. She wondered what he was thinking. "Angel," Buffy called. When he didn't answer she tried again. "Angel," a little louder this time.

Angel was deep in thought when he heard Buffy call his name. It took a minute to process the information and answer her. "What? I'm sorry I was thinking."

Buffy smiled at him. "I could see that, you looked deep in thought. Want to share?"

"I was just thinking how impossible this all is. I can't believe how lucky we are." He went to join her on the couch. He took a seat next to her and draped his arm around her shoulder, pulling her close. When Buffy looked up their lips met, the kiss started out gentle but when it started to heat up Angel pulled away. "We should stop." When he saw the hurt look on Buffy's face he explained. "Buffy I've been away for three months, and in that time all I could think about was the night we spent together. I've been waiting to be with you again, but now you need to rest and heal."

"But we're going to spend the night together." Buffy said.

"That's not what I mean Baby." He took her hand and moved it to his lap.

"Oh! I... I'm sorry. I didn't know." Buffy's face turned red. They had only been together once and she had not seen much. Angel could tell that she was shy and a little afraid so he'd pulled the covers over them. She hadn't seen much.

"It's okay Buffy. Are you tired? Would you like to go to bed?" He knew that he could use some sleep. He had gotten some sleep but it had not been very much and it had been a long couple of days.

"Yes, I think I'd like that. I may have slept at the hospital but I know I'll sleep a lot better in my own bed." Buffy handed Pól to Angel and started to rise.

Angel took his son and smiled at him. When he noticed that Buffy was getting up he asked, "Where are you going?"

"I thought that I'd change Pól before bed and I needed his diapers." Buffy answered as she stood.

"Buffy sit down and let me get them." Angel told her as he too stood.

"I'm okay besides I need to move around, the nurse told me." Buffy said as she looked through the bag the hospital had sent home with her. She fished around until she found what she needed. She looked around for a place to change the baby. "Bring him over to the bed, I'll change him there." Buffy sat down and waited for Angel to bring her the baby. "Can you get a towel or something out of the bathroom? I don't want to mess up the bed."

Angel did as she asked, he went to the bathroom and retrieved a towel. "Here you are." He handed it to her.

"Thanks." Buffy took it and laid it out then moved Pól on to the towel. She unwrapped the blanket he was wrapped in then undid the snaps on his sleeper. As soon as the diaper came off the baby woke with a scream. "Sh, Mommy will be done in a minute." She soothed. Buffy took a baby wipe and cleaned the little boy carefully then covered him with a clean diaper. "There, we are all done." Once he was covered and tucked back into the sleeper he ceased his crying.

"Is he okay?" Angel asked.

Buffy looked at him, he was nearly three centuries old and he was just like any other guy. Always asking dumb questions where babies were concerned. "Yeah, the cold air just woke him up."

"Oh." Angel was glad that's all it was. Pól had to be the smallest baby he'd ever seen. In his day his son may never have survived. "Are you sure?" How could she be so sure?

"Of course babies do it all the time." At his skeptical look she explained. "When I was still in LA one of my best friends had a little brother and when she had to baby sit I used to help. It seemed that every time we changed his diaper he cried. She said her little sister had done the same thing."

"If you're sure. You know I have the number to the hospital if we need to call." Angel knew he was being silly but Pól was such a miracle. He would do whatever it took to insure the safety of his wife and son. He watched as Buffy picked up their son and the shifted so that her back was up against the headboard. Angel noticed that she looked uncomfortable when she moved. He was very worried about her, she was so small. Even though Pól was tiny the birth had taken a lot out of her. Angel sat next to Buffy and slipped his arm around her. "I've been so busy thinking about the baby that I haven't even asked how you're doing."

"I'm a little sore but I've hurt worse. I'm just so glad that we were able to bring him home with us. I don't think I could have left him in the hospital all alone." Buffy snuggled into his embrace.

Angel could not take his eyes off of his wife and son. He was so lucky. He smiled when he saw Pól rooting for his dinner. The baby's head had turned into his mother's body and his little lips were moving. "I think someone's hungry." Angel told her.

Buffy looked down and saw it was true. She lifted her shirt and pulled her bra out of the way. Pól's little mouth turned to her and latched onto her nipple. Buffy gasped when she felt Pól's tiny fangs pierce her breast. Buffy took his little hand and watched amazed as it gripped her thumb. "You are the most beautiful baby in the world, did you know that?"

"He is, isn't he?" Angel kissed first Buffy then Pól. "God Buffy, I can't believe any of this is real." He suddenly smelled blood. Not that that was new, he had been smelling it since Buffy had given birth. Only this was different, then Angel remembered how much his son took after him. " He isn't hurting you is he?" He hoped not, he couldn't bear to think of Buffy in pain when she nursed their son.

"No, not much." A pink blush spread over her face. "It kinda feels good."

"Good huh." Angel gave her a heated look.

"Um, not as good as it feels when you use your mouth." Buffy confessed.

"Well I'll have to make you feel good later." Angel was hard as a rock. He knew it was going to be a long night.

Buffy watched as her small son fell off to sleep. She started to move him from her breast when he started to suckle again. His little hand fell away from her shirt and he relaxed further. When Buffy tried to move him again he went easily. "I guess I should lie him down." Buffy said looking around. "But where do we put him?"

Angel looked around then had an idea. He went over to his closet and pulled out a blanket then moved over to the dresser. He opened one of the drawers and sat his shirts on top of the dresser. He lined the drawer with the blanket then brought it over to the bed. "Here you go. He can sleep in here for tonight."

"Angel! You can't really be serious. You want me to put our son in a drawer?" Buffy couldn't believe him.

"It's just for tonight Buffy, it's not like we have anywhere else to put him." He didn't like the idea either but what else could they do. Pól was too small to sleep in bed with them.

"All right, but we get him a real bed tomorrow." Buffy reluctantly laid the tiny boy in the drawer.

Angel put the drawer beside Buffy on the nightstand, careful to make sure it wouldn't move if Pól became active during the night. Once Pól was settled Buffy went into the bathroom to shower and change for bed.

When she came out she was wearing one of his shirts and little else. While Angel took a quick shower Buffy made herself a sandwich. When she heard the water stop she took a container of blood from the fridge and warmed it up in a mug.

When Angel exited the bathroom Buffy met him at the door with a warm mug of blood. "I thought you might be hungry." She handed him the mug and headed back to the kitchen to pour herself a drink.

Angel looked down at the mug in his hand. "Buffy you didn't have to do this."

"Sure I did. You took care of me the whole time I was in labor, the least I could do was bring you something to eat." Buffy acted as if it were no big deal.

Angel was starved, he quickly drank the blood then followed Buffy into the kitchen. "Buffy you shouldn't have to do this for me, I can get my own blood."

Buffy finished her drink and turned to him. "Like I said, no biggie." She held out her hand. "Give me your mug and I'll wash it."

"No, you go lay down. I'll take care of it." Angel took her glass and washed them both. He went back to the bathroom and brushed his teeth. When Angel got to the bed he noticed that she was already asleep. He striped down to his boxers and joined her in bed. He pulled her body close to his and held her as she slept.

Buffy snuggled into him and sighed, "Angel."

Angel kissed her head and looked over her head to gaze at their son. Angel slipped into blissful sleep. In all his life he had never been as happy as he was right then

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