Disclaimer The only characters that are mine are the kids minus Angela since she was born on the show. I just created her personality. The rest of the characters do not belong to me. They never have, and sadly, they never will.

Chapter One

It was quiet. "Too quiet," thought Walker as he walked into his home. Angela always came running to meet him when he came home, but today she was nowhere in sight. Hearing a noise, he looked down and saw something rolling across the floor. As he bent over to get a closer look at it, a small body jumped on his back and covered his eyes.

"Guess who!" shouted the attacker.

Walker straightened up as he gently flipped his young daughter over his shoulder and into his arms.

"Angela Elizabeth Walker," Walker jokingly scolded, "you scared me half to death. I never even heard you."

"I've been practicing lots," the 4 year old told her father seriously.

"And did you tell your father exactly who you have been practicing on, young lady," Alex said walking out of the kitchen.

"Uh oh, Angel. Looks like mommy is in full ADA mode," Walker said as he watched Alex glare down at the smaller, but almost identical blonde in his arms. "You'd better tell me what happened."

"I scared Aunt Erica and Josie at HOPE house today by sneaking up on them. They were so scared that they almost called you at work, but, Daddy, I didn't know it would scare them so badly. I just wanted to make sure I could be really quiet. I did say I was sorry," she turned pleading eyes on her father.

"Tell him the rest, Angela," Alex said firmly, "and do not turn those gray-blue eyes on me. I may have a soft spot for them, but it will not work this time."

Angela squirmed in her father's arms wanting down, but Walker held on wanting to look into her eyes as she confessed to her crime. Angela looked down, mad at herself for getting in trouble and mad at her mom for making her tell her dad.

"Look at me, Angela," Walker commanded quietly. She reluctantly looked up. Still, she hesitated to say anything. Her daddy would be so disappointed with her. Walker waited a few seconds and after seeing that she wasn't going to say anything he put her down.

"Go upstairs, Angela, and wait for me in your room," Walker said in a quiet voice that Angela knew better than to question. With one last stubborn glare at both her parents, she ran up the stairs and slammed the door into her room.

Alex glared at Walker, "This is all your fault you know."

"Me? What did I have to do with this?" Walker asked slightly confused.

"You taught you daughter the martial arts when she is way too young to know when to use them or not, and you taught your daughter all those Cherokee tricks that are so annoying at times, and you gave your daughter the genes that thinks she can do what she wants by charming or scaring others into it."

Walker understood everything but the last part where he burst into laughter, "Now, Alex, how do you know those aren't your genes?"

"Walker, this isn't funny. I had to leave work early and try and calm an angry mother because of you daughter. You know the Douglas trial is coming up and I still have to take some statements from…" Alex was cut off as Walker pulled her into his arms for a passionate kiss.

"Now that is the welcome home I expected," said Walker as he came up for air. "I'll go talk to my daughter before we hold court," and with a wink he was gone leaving a slightly dazed Alex behind.

Angela was staring out her window when Walker entered the room. Walker sat on her bed as he waited for her to acknowledge him. She turned around but didn't say anything.

"You know, sometimes it's better to admit to what you did and take your punishment than to wait for someone to find out what happened," Walker said.

"You're gonna be really disappointed, Daddy," Angela whispered looking at the floor.

"Come here, sweetie," Walker said reaching out for his daughter. She climbed into his lap. Walker lifted her chin to look into her eyes. "Everyone makes mistakes. That's all apart of growing up and yes you'll probably disappoint both me and you mom many times, but if you learn from those mistakes and try to do better than that's all we could ever ask of you."

Angela sat there quietly for a minute then said, "I hit Ricky Johnson in the nose and made him bleed. I'm sorry, Daddy, but he just made me so mad that I couldn't think good."

"And why would this disappoint me?"

"Because I'm never to use martial arts out of anger, only self-defense," Angela said looking down at her hands.

"What did Ricky do to make you so mad that you would break one of the most important rules that we have in this house?"

Angela shook her head. "Nothing, Daddy." She started to squirm as she realized Walker wasn't going to accept that answer. He didn't say anything, but to her that was worse than words. The look in his eyes made her uncomfortable.

Finally, she said," He told me that the Rangers were stupid power-hungry pigs, and when I said nun uh he told me I was a… a…. well, he called me the b-word."

"Is that when you hit him?" asked Walker almost glad she had hit him.

"No, I didn't hit him until he said that Mama was too," said Angela anger still evident in her voice. Alex gasped from her spot in the doorway. She hadn't been able to get Angela to tell her that. That was one of the reasons she had been so angry but she understood now. Her little girl was trying to protect her feelings.

Angela continued not having heard Alex, "I don't really care that he called me a name, but no one talks about my family like that, especially my Mama, and gets away with it."

Walker sighed trying to keep his own anger under control, "I know how you feel, Angel, but you can't hit someone just because they said something mean. You just have to try really hard to ignore them okay?"

"Okay, Daddy, I'll try," said Angela giving her Dad a hug.

"Is the defendant ready?" asked Alex coming into the room.

"Yes your honor," said Walker rising to his feet.

"What's your plea?"

"The defendant pleads guilty, Your honor,"

"Very well. Any last comments before sentencing?"

"Yes, your honor," said Angela standing as well. "I just wanted to apologize one more time for my behavior. I still have lots to learn before I can become as wonderful as my parents." That brought a grin to their faces.

"Taking all the evidence into consideration, this court has decided that Angela Walker will go straight to bed after supper with no desert for one night with the exception of taking a bath. Case dismissed. Now get washed up you two. Supper's ready."

"Okay, Mama," said Angela heading to wash her hands but stopping to ask, "Can I still be your daughter, Mama?"

"What?" asked Alex confused.

"I heard you tell Daddy that I was his daughter and I was hoping that you would

forgive me enough to be your daughter again, too," said Angela holding back her tears.

"Oh honey," said Alex hugging her, "I'm sorry. You will always, always be my daughter no matter what happens, and I will always love you."

"But I messed up our plans!" Two tears fell down her cheeks.

"Well, we'll just have to adjust them a little. Don't you worry about that. Okay?" Alex said wiping the tears away.

"Okay Mama" she glanced at her dad with a grin and said, "Race ya to the bathroom." And took off.

Walker shook his head. "No fair you got a head start." He called after her and turned to Alex. "You let her off a little easier than I thought you would and what does this Ricky Johnson have against us?"

Alex sighed, "He hasn't had an easy life and you arrested his father a year ago. The HOPE Center is the only place he has to stay after school. His mom works two jobs to support them. Ricky's older brother is probably the reason he has those ideas in his head."

"How old is he?" asked Walker.

"Eight," said Alex with a grin, "and he's not exactly small for his age."

"Angela took on an 8 year old?" said Walker really amazed.

"I told you she was your daughter and I didn't punish her more strongly because I probably would have hit him too," admitted Alex.

"My genes, huh?" said Walker as he went after his daughter who was impatiently waiting for him.

"So, Angel, what are these plans I heard about?" asked Walker as he helped her clean up for supper.

"It's a surprise, Daddy, and I'm not telling," said Angela stubbornly.

"Why not? I'm your favorite Dad," pouted Walker.

"You're my only dad and the judge will throw me in jail if I tell," came the giggling reply.

"Well, maybe I can tickle it out of you," said Walker launching towards her.

"NOOOOOOOO, Mama help. HEEEEELP!" shouted Angela running to the kitchen to hide behind her mother.

"Angela Walker, there is no reason to yell," scolded Alex.

"Yes there is. He's trying to tickle the surprise out of me," said Angela pointing towards her father who began to chase her around the kitchen.

"Walker, stop that. You'll find out soon enough."

Walker stopped and looked at Alex with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Well, if I can't get it out of the little one maybe I should try to find out from you."

"Ooohh, no," Alex said backing up as Walker came towards her. "Cordell Walker, don't you dare tickle me. Out of my kitchen this instant and help Angela set the table."

"Who said anything about tickling?" asked Walker pulling Alex into his arms.

"No you don't, Walker," said Alex squirming in his arms. "I said it is time for supper, and stop pouting," she said laughing at the look in his gray-blue eyes, "You're worse than a little boy. What am I going to do with you?"

"You could send him to bed without desert," suggested Angela before leaving to set the table.

"Whose side are you on anyways, Angel?" complained Walker.

"I happen to think it's a very good idea," said Alex giving Walker a sly smile.

Walker leaned down to whisper in her ear, "I'll get my desert even if I have to work all night for it," and sealed his promise with a slow kiss.

"Table's set," called Angela from the dining room interrupting the kiss midway.

"Maybe its CD's genes she got," said Walker remembering all the times CD had interrupted a special moment. Alex laughed and nodded her head in agreement and led Walker into the dining room for a relaxing family meal.

Dinner passed peacefully with everyone telling about their day. Alex smiled as she watched father and daughter. She really did believe that Angela was her Daddy's girl. She was almost a carbon copy of Alex but had Walker's eyes, smile, and personality. She also had that annoying tendency to keep her emotions hidden even her anger. Today had been an unusual loss of control. Usually Angela followed in her father's example and did exercises to work the anger out of her and she rarely ever cried. Of course, her longing for independence, stubbornness, and the trouble that always seemed to follow her around could have come from either parent. Alex grinned as Walker was once again trying to get Angela to tell him the surprise.

"Shame on you, Walker. Interrogating your own daughter like that. Maybe you don't deserve the surprise, however, I'll leave it up to Angela," Alex said winking at her daughter.

Angela sat silently thinking for awhile while Walker groaned and said, "Lord, save me from scheming women. Take pity on us poor helpless men."

Laughing Angela gave in and went into the next room to retrieve the present. Setting it in front of her father, she waited patiently for him to open it.

Walker looked inquisitively at the both of them. It wasn't his birthday or any other holiday. He wasn't sure he wanted to know what was in the box having been tricked by these two before. However, seeing the joy on his usually serious daughter's face he decided to risk it and opened the boxed only to stare at it in confusion. Slowly realization hit him. He hurried over to his wife's side.

"How far.."

"About three months."

"How long have you known?"

"Two weeks."

"And you didn't tell me?"

Alex laughed at the look on his face, half joy, half accusing. "Well, I wasn't sure how to tell you at first, and then you went out of state for a week. Angela was actually the one who came up with the idea, but we wanted to wait unit your case was over."

"Are you sure it's safe?"

"Stop worrying so much. I've been to the doctor's and she said everything should go just fine this time. In fact, I haven't even felt the least bit sick this time."

Walker finally grinned and picked up Angela to swing her around in joy before glancing back at the box of Huggie diapers he had unwrapped.

"Are you wanting a brother, Angel, is that why you picked out boy diapers?" he said holding his daughter close.

Angela shook her head, "I don't just want a brother. I know that's what I'm getting."

"Oh really. And just how do you know that?" asked a curious Alex.

"I dreamed it, Mama," explained Angela. "A white eagle swooped down and placed a crying baby boy in my arms." She looked at her father. "He cries really loud, Daddy."

"So did you, sweetie," Walker said thinking of her dream. "A white eagle, are you sure that's what type of bird it was?"

Angela rolled her eyes in exasperation, "Yes, Daddy. You showed me a real eagle last year. Only it was brown with a white head."

"Do you remember me telling you about our old medicine man named White Eagle?" asked Walker.

"Uh huh. He helped you to be able to see without your eyes when you were blind," Angela paused for a second. "Was he the bird in my dream?"

"I think so," Walker said.

"Speaking of dreams, doesn't someone have to go to bed soon?" asked Alex.

Angela nodded and headed for the stairs. She stopped on the bottom step and asked, "Will you tell me another story about White Eagle, Daddy? It can be my bedtime story."

"Sure, honey."

Angela took another step before stopping to ask one last question, "Do you think my dream was true?"

"I guess we'll find out in a few months, Angel"

Sure enough six months later, the doctor placed a crying baby boy in Walker's arms.