Disclaimer: I do not own any of it. I'm borrowing it for a short period of time.

Cordelia walked into the Hyperion and stopped, being very careful not to disrupt the scene she had just stumbled into. It was one of those scenes you need a camera to capture so you can frame it and remember it forever.

Angel stood by the front desk, cradling the baby in his arm, his baby. His face was a mixture of worry and love, as if he didn't know what exactly he was supposed to be doing. The boy in his arms was silent, the first time in a long time.

Finally, Angel sensed Cordelia and turned to her, keeping the baby close to him. For a moment, neither of them said anything, what was there to say? Cordelia walked over to the father and child slowly, Angel's eyes never leaving her. She stopped in front of him and looked down at the sleeping boy in his arms.

"You got him to sleep," she whispered, watching the small chest rise and fall with every breath. Angel nodded.

"Fred and Wesley were in here before but they couldn't get him to be quiet. I guess he knows who his dad is," there was some uncertainty in his voice. Cordelia looked back up at him. "Cordelia, I dont know if I can do it. I'm not human, I'm not fit to raise a human child. I can't take him out for ice cream during the day, or watch his baseball games, I can't give him a normal life. I can't even guarentee I'll be around to watch him grow up." The baby stirred slightly in his arms as his voice rose.

Cordelia looked from child to father before speaking. "It's not going to be easy, but I'll help. We'll all help you. No one asked you if you wanted this, but you can't turn your back on it now." She took the baby from him and remarkably, the child slept on.

Angel watched her pace the room, bouncing the child gently in her arms. After a moment of silence, Cordelia spoke again, "what are you going to name him?"

Angel shrugged, and sat down. The thought naming the baby hadn't really passed through his mind, he'd been to concerned with everything else that was going on.

"Dont worry, Fred and I will come up with a name," she assured him, still looking at the boy. Angel's eyes never left Cordelia. She'll make a great mother, he thought, then stood up.

"Go sleep," Cordelia told him, without looking up, voicing what Angel had been planning to do. Angel walked to the stairs, but stopped before mounting them.

"Cordy-" she waved for him to stop, and looked at him.

"You're welcome," she said. Angel smiled and headed upstairs.