Buffy sighed and put down her calculator. As much as she wanted to become a marine biologist, she really did not believe she could make it through all this math. She looked at the picture on her desk. Four years had passed since Cordelia's death and not a day went by when she didn't think of her friend. While she told everyone she didn't, she still blamed herself for Cordy's death. She could hear Angel and his girlfriend of the day, in his bedroom. She tried not to picture what was going on in there. It hurt too much. There was no doubt that they both still loved each other, they were just too scared to see where their relationship would take them. Buffy hadn't been with anyone else since their break up, but Angel seemed to have a different girlfriend every day. Buffy's thoughts were quickly interrupted by the ring tone of her cell phone.

"Hey Xand," she answered. Even after everything that happened between them, Buffy and Xander had stayed close friends. Mainly because Buffy knew he would need help raising Tiffany. In a way, she was friends with him in honor of Cordy. Angel, however, had not had a real conversation with Xander since Buffy showed up, beaten up, at his door step.

"Hey Buff! Do you think you could watch Tiffany for me tonight? I have a date."

"A date?" Buffy replied, astonished. Xander had not had a date since Cody's death. "Of course I will watch her. Who is this date with?"

"Remember Natalia from high school?"

"No," Buffy stated bluntly.

"Yeah, you probably wouldn't. She was really quite. Anyway, I ran into her at the Bronze last week. We got to talking and realized that we had a lot in common, so I asked her out."

"Does she know you have a daughter?" Buffy asked warily.

"No. I figure if I see us becoming serious than I will tell her."

"Why don't you come over before the date and I will help you get ready?"

"Sounds good," Xander excepted willingly. It had been over four years since he went on a date and he needed all the help he could get. "I'll see you tonight."

Buffy hung up the phone and walked into the kitchen for a snack. She decided she was done studying for her math test. A person could only be so ready. As she was skimming through the cupboards for some popcorn, Angel came out of his bedroom, buttoning his shirt, a small brunette trailing behind him. She was wearing a miniskirt and at least two inch heals. Her hair was perfect, with every strand in place. In fact her makeup was perfect as well. Buffy couldn't help but feel inadequate compared to this girl, or most of the girls that Angel brought home. She sheepishly looked down at her own outfit, which consisted of a plan t-shirt and a pair of jeans. She would never even compare to this girl. If this was Angel's type, which it was, why had he ever been interested in her?

"We should totally do this again sometime," the brunette stated, running her fingers through her hair.

"Yeah, sure," Angel replied half heartedly.

The girl sauntered her way up to Angel until she was pretty much standing on top of him. She unbuttoned a few of the buttons on his shirt, which he had just finished buttoning, and slipped her hand underneath it, grazing her nails across his chest. "Are sure you want me to leave? You'd be surprised at my stamina."

"I have to go to work," Angel lied. His clinic was closed on Saturdays, but she didn't need to know that.

"What did you say you did again?" Buffy scowled at the girl, who was obviously trying to postpone her departure.

"I'm a doctor."

"That's so sexy," the girl replied, moving her hands down to the waistband of his jeans. "You know, Doc I have this problem that I need to have checked out. Maybe you could look at it for me."

Buffy tried to restrain herself from gagging.

"I'm a pediatrician," Angel stated, getting annoyed with her persistence.

"Well, that's perfect because my problem is in a place that I would only show to a pediatrician. You see, I'm horribly horny, can you fix it?"

Buffy couldn't help but snort out loud, causing both the girl and Angel to look in her direction. Angel's girlfriends were all gorgeous, but not very intelligent. He never felt the need to have an intelligent conversation with them. In fact, he tried to do as little talking as possible.

"You're thinking of a gynecologist," Angel stated matter-of-factly. "I'm a doctor for kids."

"Oh," she pouted. The brunette pulled a small paper and pen out of her purse and quickly wrote something on it. "Well, call me," she said as she handed Angel the paper and walked out the front door.

After the door slammed behind her, Angel threw the paper in the trash.

"Who was that," Buffy asked.

"Kristen... or maybe Carol. I can't remember," he answered.

"Well, that one's a keeper," Buffy joked, even though it hurt her to see him with another girl. That was just the sacrifice she had to make when they decided to become roommates.

"It's better not to get attached," he replied, causing a short but awkward silence, as they both remembered their failed and dramatic relationship.

"Will you be home tonight? Xander is bringing Tiffany by," she stated trying to change the subject. She immediately regretted mentioning Xander when she saw Angel tense up at the sound of his name. Angel still hated Xander with a passion, but he tried to tolerate him for Buffy's sake. Although, in his opinion, Buffy should hate Xander more than he did, but she was too forgiving.

"I don't understand why you help him out. Especially after everything he did to you."

"I do it for Tiffany," Buffy replied and moved to the couch in the living room where she turned on the TV and flipped through the channels. Angel grabbed a beer and joined her on the reclining chair. It was moments like these, just lounging around, when Buffy wished they could curl up together and watch a movie.

Xander arrived with Tiffany about 3 hours later.

"Buffy!" Tiffany squealed, when she saw her favorite babysitter answer the door. Tiffany was growing up to look a lot like her mother. She had Cordelia's brown hair and big brown eyes. Buffy had to admit Xander was doing a good job of raising her on his own. He only stayed with Wal-Mart for a few months before he had found a job as a construction worker, which made enough money to support himself and his daughter.

Tiffany hugged Buffy and then moved to Angel. "Hi Angel!" she said excitedly.

"Hi Tiffany!" Angel scooped her up. "How's my favorite girl?" he asked, receiving a giggle in response.

"Hey Angel," Xander greeted him awkwardly.

"Hi," Angel mumbled in response, making it clear that he did not want to start a conversation.

Xander turned to face Buffy. "I can't thank you enough for watching Tiff tonight."

Buffy smiled in response, "Come on, lets get you ready." She led him into her bedroom.

As Angel entertained Tiffany in the living room, Buffy helped Xander prepare for the date. She ironed his shirt, styled his hair, and gave him some of Angel's cologne, unknowingly to Angel of course.

Angel hated the fact that he was helping Xander by watching Tiffany while him and Buffy got ready, but Angel loved Tiffany and secretly, he was not comfortable leaving Xander alone with Buffy after everything that had happened. Buffy swore that Xander was more mature now, which he was, but Angel knew he could never trust him again.

"I'll be back to get her by eleven tops," Xander said as Buffy walked him to the front door.

"There's no hurry. Just have fun."

Xander turned to Tiffany, who was on the floor with Angel, playing Barbies. "You be good for Buffy and go to bed when she says to. Don't put up a fight."

"I won't daddy."

"Can I have a hug and kiss?"

Tiffany ran to him and kissed him on the cheek. "Love you daddy."

"I love you too honey," he replied. "Thanks again Buffy," he said graciously and walked out the door.

Tiffany returned to her spot on the floor with her Barbies and Angel. Buffy smiled. She always knew Angel would make a great father. She had known that since that first day she had seen him playing football at the summer camp that he used to work at. It pained her to think that someday he would be the father of a child who wasn't her's.