"Angelina Evans?"

"Yeh."

"That's her name?"

"...Yeh."

"Oh, really?"

"….Yeh, why, wanna make something of it?"

"Soul, stop intimidating the man." Maka glanced round to him from the corner of her eye, too physically exhausted to even raise a hardback to his skull. The weapon bared his teeth as the wandering neighbour began to slowly walk backwards, quickly exiting around the next corner. "Just open the door; we need to get her in from the cold."

With a grumble Soul plucked the key form his jeans pocket, placing it into the lock. As he jangled around he took a quick glance down into the small little car seat Maka was seemingly having troubling holding.

"Here." He pushed the door open and held out his arm. "That thing looks heavy."

The ash blonde gave him a glare. "It's nothing I can't handle."

He glared back, arm still stretched. "You need to rest, as does your pride."

Maka continued eyeing him down for a few seconds, before sighing loudly and handing him the ridiculously heavy piece that they were sure was going to haunt them for at least a few more months. Walking through the door she smiled. A large pink banner adorned their wall, with differently shaped pink balloons bobbing on each side, in perfect symmetrical order. The large Moses basket they bought was in the place of the coffee table, which had been quietly shoved over to make way. The basket was laced with pink bows, pink teddies and blankets. The meister had never been a big fan of the colour itself, and even now she knew it wasn't something she would be likely to ever wear. For their new arrival however, it was simply perfect.

"I did try to make them tone it down," Soul frowned, walking up behind her. "Obviously they didn't give a shit about what I thought."

She turned around quickly, placing a finger on his lips. "Watch your language."

The weapon gave her a bemused look as she removed her digit before rolling his eyes. "She's hardly going to remember that."

"Yeh well with the likes of Black Star around, I'm praying it's not going to be her first word." The woman smiled, bending down to softly pull back the warm yellow blanket encased in the seat. There she was, sleeping soundly like the precious little angel that she was. That was how they had come up with the name. After all they'd been through she seemed like a true miracle, albeit a much unexpected one. She still didn't think her papa had gotten his head round it yet, or his fist around her dear partners face.

"If it is, I'll beat him into compost." Soul replied, he too gazing down in awe and wonder.

Maka laughed; a tingle of fresh air to their otherwise exhausted existence, as proven by her large yawn after.

"Go to bed," Soul look concerned. "You haven't had a proper sleep in days."

"You think I will for the next few?" She stretched as they walked towards the sofa, slumping down as Soul placed the car seat upon the carpet, brows knotting.

"Well then you should get it where you can, she's not going to need another feed for an hour. Go chill, I got her."

Heavily lidded eyes turned towards him. Her Soul, face etched in worry and concern; yet a new spark of love had adorned his features when he first saw his newborn daughter. It was something Maka hadn't seen before, not in this context. Sure she'd seen love in his eyes when he talked about music, the moment he became a death scythe, holding her in his arms when they slept and even when she told him she was pregnant. This however was pure, fatherly love for his daughter; something she knew would never leave him. She'd even cried a little when he first held her, much to his confusion.

"Maka, why are you crying? You still in pain?"

Even after all of that, she was still his main priority. No scratch that, they were his main priority now.

"I think I can manage another few hours." She smiled, watching as Soul reached in and gently took their daughter into his arms. As he leaned back into the cushions she snuggled alongside him, both peering down at her tiny, cute face.

Maka sighed softly as he wrapped his spare arm around her, head against the side of his chest. "What time do you think everyone will want to come see her?"

"I've banned them for the rest of the day."

The meister grinned. "They'll be so angry."

"Who gives a damn? This is our moment; you, me and Angel."

She watched the sincerity and calm in his face, eyes blinking down to their bundle. Her heart swelled.

"Ow!" Soul barely felt the punch to his arm, but none the less decided to complain. "What was that for?"

"Language."