"Angel!" whispered Buffy, poking him in the arm.

Angel grumbled, he rolled over and opened his eyes. Buffy, his beautiful girlfriend/wife-to-be, lay besides him with a huge smile on her face. Angels eyes widened, he quickly rubbed them before staring at her again.

"Buffy ?" he questioned.

"Uh huh," smiled Buffy, her eyes twinkling.

"I thought I lost you," whispered Angel, taking in her image.

"You'll never loose me," said Buffy, stroking his cheek with her thumb.

Angel closed his eyes, tears threatened to fall. He had been so alone, he had felt so lost, and now here she was right besides him. He savoured her touch, her soft skin rubbing against his cheek, he never knew when he would loose the feel of it again.

"Angel ?"

"Hmm ?" replied Angel, opening his eyes.

"The baby is crying," chuckled Buffy.

"What ?" asked Angel.

"Your daughter," smiled Buffy, rolling her eyes.

"Phoebe ?"

"She's the only part of me you have left," whispered Buffy, a tear sliding down her cheek.

Angel sat up, his daughters crie's echoed through his head as he wiped his eyes. He felt besides him, no one was there; he was all alone. He bit his lip, tears threatening to fall as he though about his dream. For weeks now, the same scene played through his head from the moment he closed his eyes. He hated it. It was like he was being mocked, the higher powers were rubbing it in his face; it was his fault she was dead.

"I went to see the Oracles. I asked them to turn me back," said Angel.

He noticed her bottom lip quiver, her eyes suddenly flashed with questions and pain. Angel hated to see her in so much pain, especially pain that he had caused her.

"What ? Why ?" she asked quickly.

"Because more then ever I know how much I love you," whispered Angel.

"No, no, you didn't" mumbled Buffy.

Buffy turned and walked away, shaking her head. Angel followed her, he had to make sure she understood his decision.

"And if I stayed mortal one of us would wind up dead, maybe both of us. You heard what Mohra said!" replied Angel.

He turned mortal. He become human for no longer than nine months before, finally, it had happened. One of them wound up dead. Angel cursed himself, for a month now he had blamed himself. It was his fault that Buffy was dead, that she was gone from the world, that she no longer existed. He let his heart take over his head, he turned mortal and she died. He had been warned, yet his heart ignored it and made the wrong decision.

Angel was pulled out of his thoughts by a knock on the door.

"Angel, are you awake or do you want me to get Phoebe ?" called Willow.

"Yeah, I'm awake," replied Angel.

He listened, he heard Willows footsteps then a door shut. Since Buffy's death, Willow and Tara had moved into Buffy's old bedroom. Willow, being Buffy's best friend, wanted to help as much as she could with Phoebe, espeically since she now had no Mother. Angel had moved into Joyce's old room, which gave him more space for Phoebe's cot and toys. Dawn continued to sleep in her own room, Angel knew she was happy that Willow and Tara had moved in; she needed a Mother figure or two.

Angel threw the covers off him and stood up, his feet tingled as they came in contact with the cold floor. He shuffled over to the crying baby, he bent over her cot and picked her up gently. He pressed her against his chest, leaning her head upon his shoulder and bounced her up and down. She had his eyes; dark and brown, although with her Mothers sparkle. However, the little amount of hair she had was dark blonde, just like her Mothers.

"You know, your Mommy loved you so much," whispered Angel.

Phoebe, surprisingly, stopped crying. Angel noted this and tried to think of something else to say, something else to do with Buffy.

"She's watching down on us now, making sure we're safe and out of harms way," smiled Angel, tears shining in his eyes.

Angel held his daughter close, she was the only thing left that was part of him and Buffy. Although, he had kept all her belongings and clothes, he just couldn't find the guts to get rid of them. If he got rid of them, then it would of been like she never existed and he wouldn't be able to handle that.

"Come on, baby, lets get you some breakie, hey ?" smiled Angel.

Phoebe gurgled, which made Angel chuckle. Angel shuffled over to the door and opened it, he stepped out into the hallway. He was about to walk down the stairs when Dawn's door opened, a tired teenager stumbled out.

"What time is it ?" mumbled Dawn, rubbing her eyes.

"Seven. Go back to bed if you want," smiled Angel.

Dawn nodded and clumsily fell back into her bedroom.

Angel rolled his eyes and continued to walk down the stairs, he walked into the kitchen and placed Phoebe in her highchair. He walked over towards the fridge and pulled out a bottle of special milk that Phoebe drank. Seen as her Mom was dead, she couldn't be breast fed and had to be given special milk instead. He wandered back over to Phoebe and lifted her up, balancing her on his waist.

He walked into the sitting room and sat down on the sofa. He sat Phoebe on his knee and pushed the nipple of the bottle into her mouth. She began to drink the milk, he was thankful as she had been causing a fuss with her food recently. He looked up at a photoframe on the wall; a picture of him, Phoebe and Buffy. Phoebe had only just been born, she was rather small, Buffy looked sweaty and tired, whilst Angel couldn't wipe the smile of his face.

The first picture of us all ... and the last," thought Angel, sadly.

He pulled the bottle away from Phoebe, he leant her over his shoulder and began to rub her back. She should of been with him, she should of been moaning about him hogging their daughter, but she wasn't.

Burp.

Angel smiled and held Phoebe above his head, blowing a rasberry on her stomach. He smiled and placed her back on his waist, bouncing her up and down. He grabbed the basinet, which was besides the couch, and pulled it infront of him. He placed his daughter in the basinet, he stroked her cheek before leaning back in the sofa. He closed his eyes and drifted into another, uneasy, sleep.

There's the first part everyone. Right, this is like 40 days after Buffy's death. I hope you liked it. Reviews are appreciated! Love You's xx