Living in a musical was one of the strangest things Buffy had ever been through.
Seeing a pregnant Darla was one of the strangest things Angel had been through.
It wasn't how Buffy had pictured telling her friends about being in Heaven, and she definitely never expected the night to end with kissing Spike.
Angel never thought he'd be a father, and it was obviously about to happen. It made him happy, excited and terrified at the same time. Darla thought that the baby inside her had a soul… He didn't understand how, or what it meant, he wasn't sure how he deserved a chance like that.
After kissing Spike, Buffy started thinking she was really losing her mind when she allowed it to happen. She spent the rest of the night walking through the streets of Sunnydale alone. She didn't wanna go home and face Willow and the rest of the Gang. The look on Willow's face when she found out the truth was heartbreaking, but Buffy kinda thought she deserved to feel guilty. Who was she to decide who lived or died?
So many things were running through Angel's head… was he ready to be a father? What kind of life could he possibly give to the baby? He would never be able to play in the park, take the child swimming or anything else regular parents were supposed to do. He knew his friends would be a great help, but being a father was supposed to be his job. He couldn't imagine what kind of a mother Darla would be. Would she kill the child as soon as it's born?
The only person he'd imagined having a family with was Buffy. The perfect day he spent with her kept rewinding in his head. He couldn't help imagining Buffy pregnant with his baby… A smile appeared on his face when he thought about marrying her and having a family with her. It would never happen, he knew.
Buffy sat next to her mother's grave when she got tired of wandering through Sunnydale. She wished she could just curl up in her mother's arms like an infant and stay that way forever, protected and loved. Being back to life would be so much easier if her mom was still there. She felt a bit guilty because she barely spent any time with Dawn, who didn't know they'd bring her back until it had been done. But she just couldn't stand to see pity and concern on Dawn's face at that moment.
The only time she felt anything remotely positive since she got back was when she met up with Angel. She spent the night in his arms, talking and crying. He listened, he understood her. She needed him more than ever and he wasn't with her now. They would never have a chance to have a normal life and she knew she'd have to stop thinking about it, but she just couldn't. She'd lost so much, even a part of her soul, it seemed… but why did she have to lose him? Tears ran down her face and she didn't even bother wiping them away…
Angel sat in his car and just drove, trying to clear his head. He was so lost in thoughts he could barely see the road. It was like the car was driving itself and he was just a puppet sitting in a chair. His brow furrowed when he saw a sign that said 'Welcome to Sunnydale. Enjoy your stay.'
Of course the road would take him there. All the roads always led to HER.