SUMMARY: Angel has the first 'normal' in over two hundred years, but it won't last long.
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's eyes snapped open when he heard a small rustling sound; he looked around and saw nothing. He lay his head back down and gazed at his Buffy. How could he get this lucky? He turned when he heard the noise again. This time he could tell where the noise was coming from and followed it to the drawer where his son lay. Pushing himself up on one arm he peered into the makeshift bed and saw the boy had scooted his way to the top of the drawer so that his head was pushed into the corner. Angel reached over and pulled the blanket up around the tiny bundle then cuddled closer to Buffy, closed his eyes and hoped for sleep to take him.

Angel opened his eyes about an hour later knowing that sleep would elude him. Lying in his bed with Buffy in his arms was shear torture. He had been smelled her blood for nearly two full days and his control was striated nearly to the breaking point. He could take it no more, he untangled his limbs from that of his wife and went in search of nourishment. Angel found several large containers of blood on the bottom shelf; he took one out and warmed it. Buffy's smell was so hard to resist it took all his will power not to take her.

Angel was brushing his teeth when he heard Buffy call his name. He could tell she was still asleep by the beat of her heart and the way she breathed. He hurried so that he could rejoin her in their bed. Slipping back under the covers he pulled Buffy to him, her restlessness eased and she molded her warm body to his cool one. Angel relaxed into the bed and reached out with his senses. He fell back to sleep to the rhythm of his son's heartbeat. Sometimes it was nice to be a vampire.

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The next time Angel was awoken it was to Buffy's frantic cries and her rough shaking of him. "Angel! Angel! You have to get up."

Angel was slow to rouse, he was not used to getting up at this time of day, going to bed yes, but getting up, no way. "What's wrong Buffy?" He said, shaking the sleep from his head.

"Pól never woke up last night." Buffy explained as she look at the drawer that held her son.

"Is that bad?" Angel was lost when it came to babies.

"Yes it's bad. The book said he was suppose'ta wake up two or three times a night." Buffy was scared to look; she was terrified something was wrong with her baby.

Angel took her hand. "He's fine Baby." His voice held a certainty she longed to hear. "I can hear him breathing." Angel got up and went to check on his son. The baby's eyes opened when his father moved closer. "Hey there little guy. Mommy was worried that you didn't wake us up last night." Pól focused on his father's voice and watched him intently. Angel reached down and clumsily picked up the tiny baby. "Were you hungry last night?" He kissed the boy on his head noting how soft his hair was. Angel handed him to Buffy. "He's so soft." The awe and reverence was plain to hear.

"He is isn't he?" Buffy had remembered thinking the same thing. "Are you a sleepy baby? Huh? You know you had your Mommy and Daddy worried. You're just going to have to wake up and eat once or twice a night." Buffy laid him down on the bed to check his diaper. "Oh you are so wet." Buffy looked up. "Angel can you hand me a diaper and the box of wipes."

"Okay" Angel was only to happy too help any way he could. He retrieved the diapers and wipes and passed them to his wife.

She took them from him then began to remove Pól's sleeper. "Let's get you cleaned up for breakfast. Huh?"

Angel was mesmerized by the scene before him. He had never thought all his dreams would come true but they had. "You're so amazing Buffy, you and our son. God knows I don't deserve either of you."

"Yes you do now don't let me hear you say anything like that again." Buffy wagged her finger at him. "You hear me?"

"Yes my love I hear you. Now how about breakfast, you must be hungry." Angel wanted to do something for her; she had already done so much for him.

"Yeah I am a little hungry." Buffy dressed her son and then brought the baby to her breast. He latched on and fed hungrily.

Angel leaned over and kissed the baby's head, Buffy's breast, and then her lips. "You are the picture of perfection."

"You have so got to be kidding. I mean my hair has to be sticking up all over and we won't even discuss my lack of makeup." Buffy was embarrassed for him to see her like this. "Well it's not like you haven't seen me looking worst than this. I had so wanted to make your homecoming perfect but this little guy decided he didn't want to wait to meet his daddy. Didn't you?"

"Buffy there is no more beautiful sight to me than you with our son suckling at your breast. Now finish feeding Pól while I make you some breakfast." Angel went into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator looking in he called back to Buffy. "How about bacon and eggs?" Angel called back over his shoulder as he continued to look through the contents of the fridge.

"That'd be great. I'm so hungry I could eat the whole pig." When Buffy was finished feeding the baby she went to see how Angel was getting on with her breakfast. "That smells wonderful!" Buffy exclaimed as she walked up behind Angel.

"It's just bacon and eggs Buffy."

"Well after eating what the hospital tried to pass off as food this is a gourmet meal." Buffy stretched up on her toes and kissed Angel on the corner of the mouth.

"Why don't you go sit down while I finish up." Angel scooped the eggs up and then took the bacon from the pan. He placed a little of the eggs on his plate so he could join her for breakfast. He sat them on the table and then took the baby from Buffy so she could eat.

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"Your eggs are cold Angel.”

“It's okay I don't really need them anyway. The important thing is that you ate." Angel was surprised how loud a tiny baby could be. It had taken him ten minutes to figure out exactly what his son wanted. Once he had the baby quieted immediately and soon fell back to sleep. He looked at Buffy across the table eating her breakfast, their son in his arms; he had never felt so human before. Angel smiled as he realized that this was just one of many days to come with his wife and son.

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