When I got the call that angel had a son, my first instinct was to laugh, I mean just imagining Angel with a baby in any capacity was funny. When I the next thing I heard was that Darla was the mother, the need to hit something was extreme, but when I heard his name was Connor, the only thing I could do was smile. But more than anything this conversation showed me how much information I was missing because last time I checked Darla was dead, Angel was a vampire and conception didn't really factor into either state of being. So I made plans for a little visit to L.A. I was honestly expecting to get to the Hyperion, argue with Angel and Cordy, and find Darla still dead and Angel without child. Well, I was half right: there was arguing with Angel and Cordy, Darla was dead but there was a baby.

It went something like this:

It was dark when I reached the Hyperion but that didn't really bother me. The lobby was quiet and empty when I arrived but considering the time and the lives we led I wasn't expecting anything else. I had just resigned myself for settling down on one of the couches and waiting until someone got home, when I heard the cry. I first I thought I was imagining it, until I heard it again. Then I was off, running towards the sound. I slowed down enough to open the doors of the room the sound was coming from, but stopped short at the sight that greeted me. Angel holding a baby, rocking it to sleep, game face on. For a second we just stared at one another, no words being exchanged, until another cry from the baby drew our eyes away from each other and towards him.

"Sh, Sh, Connor, come on, it's time for you to go to sleep." Angel crooned as he rocked the baby in his arms.

I stayed where I was until the baby, Connor I guess, started crying again. Instead, I made my way over to Angel and gently plucked Connor from his arms.

"You're holding him wrong" I said to Angel as I picked up Connor showing him how to hold him correctly.

"Hey there buddy, how 'bout I sing you a little song, huh? Would you like that?" I said softly at the small newborn that looked at me with Angel's eyes.

"Frère Jacques, Frère Jacques,

Dormez-vous? Dormez-vous?

Sonnez les matines, sonnez les matines

Ding ding dong, ding ding dong."

The crying that had previously been emanating from the baby I now held in my hand and slowly drifted off. As slowly and as quietly as possible I carried him the crib Angel was still standing by, placing him down gently. Without turning around I said, "I think we need to talk."
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