Title: Family: Forward to LA

Author: victoriamartynne

Rating: R

Disclaimer: I own nothing!

Spoilers: None, I think!

Summary: Imagine if Connor had never been taken by Wesley, Xander and Anya had never split up and Angel had told Cordelia how he felt. Sequel to Family: Back to Sunnydale. The Scoobies visit the Fang Gang.

"Pregnancy's a bitch." Cordelia muttered and placed her hands on her hips. Her back was killing her and she felt as big as whale.

Maybe cleaning out the room that was supposed to be the baby's room wasn't such a good idea, she thought. Angel would murder her on the spot if he knew that was what she was doing. He and Gunn had gone out to clean out a vampire nest a couple of hours and Cordelia had taken that chance to do something other than sit on the couch or sit in front of her desk or lay on the bed. She was seven and a half months pregnant, and didn't she know it.

At least now, the room was somewhat tidier and cleaner and was ready to have the new baby's cot and Connor's cot in it. She'd decided that it wouldn't be practical to have two cots in their room and Angel had been in no position to argue.

She'd been to regular checkups at the hospital and they'd been told that their baby was a girl. They'd both been ecstatic, as had the rest of the AI gang. Fred kept insisting that they call her Brenda, after Shannon Doherty's character in Beverly Hills 90210, but Cordelia and Angel were both vetoing that idea. Angel because he had no idea what Beverly Hills 90210 was and didn't really like the name and Cordelia because she didn't want her baby going out with a biker boy called Dylan who would elope with her to Mexico.

It was six months after they left Sunnydale that Buffy called Angel. He was surprised to hear from her but as she started explaining why she was calling he remembered her telling him back in Sunnydale that she wanted to come see him.

"I won't be coming on my own." She told him. "The rest of the gang will be coming too, apart from Tara, so if you could possibly let us stop in the hotel it would help." Angel found himself unable to say no.

"Great." The slayer exclaimed back in Sunnydale and held her thumb up to the Scoobies sat around her. "Expect us in a couple of days."

Angel hung up the phone knowing that Cordelia would kill him. He'd just come back from clearing out the nest when the phone had rung. He hadn't seen her yet. Gunn directed him upstairs.

Cordelia looked huge, knelt on the floor surrounded in mess. Her abdomen was swelled and straining against the vest top and leggings she was wearing. The rest of her was as slim as ever due to the exercises she made Angel do with her everyday. At first he'd refused, claiming that it could hurt the baby, but he'd caught Gunn helping her and insisted that if she had to do it, it was going to be him that helped her.

She looked up at him and grinned at him when she saw him.

"Were you moving furniture? Never mind." He replied and leant down to kiss her head. "I've just had a phone call. Buffy and the Scoobies are coming to visit."

"What?" She said stonily and glared at him.

"Only for a few days." He flinched under her gaze.

"You said that all of my old high school enemies could come to LA while I look like a beach ball?" She struggled to her feet but wouldn't let him help her. "They don't even know that we're a couple! Never mind the fact that I'm seven and a half months pregnant!"

Her shouting brought Gunn and Wes out of the office upstairs Fred and Gunn from their rooms on the next floor up.

"I didn't think of that." He admitted. "But it won't be that bad."

"Oh, you think?" She glared. "We got into a shouting match when she thought we were just friends or work colleagues even. What the hell do you think she's going to say when she finds out we're a couple and I'm having your baby? She still loves you. Why do you think she's coming here?"

"No she's not in love with me." Angel argued.

"Fred?" Cordy said and lowered herself onto the sofa in the centre of the room.

"No, she's right. Buffy still loves you." Fred agreed. "I think you should listen to Cordelia. The whole pregnancy thing has made her a lot more perceptive. Like, for example, this morning when I woke up and came downstairs she knew instantly that I'd given Gunn a."

"Okay girl. We get the point." Gunn held up his hand to silence his girlfriend.

Wes smirked. "When are they arriving?"

"A couple of days." Angel replied and watched Cordelia's reaction. "Are you okay with that?"

"I guess I have no choice now do I?" She complained and held onto her bump. "But you do all the explaining!"

He smiled at her and knew that she couldn't stay mad at him for long. But she could pretend to for a while.

"Can I get you anything?" He offered.

"I could murder a cup of coffee. And maybe some lettuce. Do we have lettuce?" She asked. Lettuce had become her latest craving, before that it had been peanut butter.

"I could get lettuce." Angel said and looked towards the door and the sunlight. "In a few hours. Gunn, do you mind?"

"Anything for the princess." Gunn said and turned around to go to the store.

"Thanks Gunn." Cordelia smiled and then turned to Angel. "And you don't talk to me for a while."