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Neither were sure how, but days passed and suddenly it had been weeks since their wedding. They had officially been husband and wife for just over two months now, and luckily there had been no further sightings of Darla. Though Angel knew that didn't necessarily mean they were in the clear, just that she had been lying low, waiting for her time to strike, just like the snake that she was.

His thoughts were interrupted when his wife stepped out of the bathroom, clothed only in her ivy colored bra and panties. The evidence of her pregnancy unmistakable in her nude state, he felt the air rush from his lungs at the sight, her beauty absolutely undeniable. He watched her towel her hair, before opening her closet and grabbing her favorite pair of pants. Laying them by his legs, Angel wrapped his arms around her, pulling her back towards him on the bed, before she could find a shirt.

"Angel we're going to be late," she squealed, turning in his arms to capture his lips. She had been on cloud nine the last two months, her life, their life, had been absolutely perfect. Just as Doctor Laurence had thought, her morning sickness had all but subsided once she hit her second trimester. Angel was still convinced that the baby was a girl, while Lindsey was the Captain of Team Boy.

She didn't really care as long as the baby was healthy, but one thing was for sure, either way she was going to have a crap load of stuff to return between the two of them. Luckily, they wouldn't have to wait much longer, Doctor Laurence had told them that they should be able to identify the babies sex during her next appointment, which was this afternoon.

Angel's hands came up to cup her full breasts which made her moan out his name and repeat that they needed to get ready. Glancing at the clock on the wall first, he reached around her and pulled her on top of him as he leaned back onto the bed. "We have time."

Buffy rolled her eyes but laughed. "You always say that... and you are not always right," she pointed out.

"I usually am, though," he countered with a smirk.

Buffy laughed against him, twirling her hair up into a quick bun with the hair tie from her wrist. While she was busy with that, his hands squeezed her breasts once more before travelling down her body, enjoying every inch of her. His hands rested on her swollen abdomen which only made his cock twitch against her, which only made her legs crush against him as she sought more of him.

Angel knew there would never be a time when he tired of seeing the sight of Buffy with child, it made both his heart and his cock swell with pride at every glance. Not once before Buffy could he remember paying the slightest bit of attention to a pregnant woman except maybe to stay out of her way, offer a hand if someone seemed to be struggling in the later stages, but when it came to Buffy nothing had ever seemed sexier.

While she had muttered a few and far between complaints about the changes happening to her body, he had not a one. He was sure beginning to temporarily grow out of some her favorite outfits and out of a bra size almost as soon as she updated her supply had its downsides in her mind but he loved every bit of it.

Buffy rolled to the side of him long enough to scoot her small panties off while he pushed his boxers and pants down out of the way. Buffy threw one leg back over, her hands bracing against his stomach. He could feel the wetness of her outer lips as she lowered her body down, rubbing up and down the length of the underside of his cock as she moved.

Teasing him for just a few moments more, she lifted her body up briefly, and kissed him before grasping his hardness with one of her small hands. She pointed him straight up toward her, rubbing the head of his cock against her wet slit a few times before placing him back at her opening. Once the head of his cock slipped inside, her two hands were both back on his stomach and she pushed her body down onto him until he was fully seated inside her heat in one more swift motion. Buffy moaned, her head tilting back slightly and her eyes closed as she began riding him.

When the alarms on both of their phones began blasting together Buffy changed the motion of her hips, moving them more front to back than sliding up and down. Her stomach was just barely brushing against him as she moved and it was almost his undoing every time. "Angel," Buffy begged, her hips thrusting hard against him.

Angel knew she was close so he made quick work of changing positions so that he was in control, just as she'd always preferred when she came. Her hands went to his back scratching and clawing at his skin as he returned to desperately pounding into her. Her breasts nearly popped right out of the bra she still wore as her body bounced underneath him, her legs having a hard time trying to remain wrapped around his waist. She couldn't make words out any longer so random noises just fell from her lips at every move.

He could feel her clench around him and her juices soaking all around him moments before his own orgasm hit. Buffy grit her teeth so hard he could hear the little squeaking sound they made, her body shaking head to toe. Angel groaned with the force of his own orgasm rushing through him, his hips lifting just a tiny bit more into her as the hot, thick stream of come pumped inside of her.

The room felt too hot as they both waited for everything to run its course and pleasure to subside enough for them to breathe. He felt one last spasm run through him as Buffy rolled her hips against him. "God, I never get tired of that," she panted.

Angel rolled beside her when he felt his arms wanting to give out and not wanting to fall on top of her. Buffy pouted at the loss of his softening dick inside of her and he understood the sadness. Their alarms were still blasting and Buffy waved a hand over her face to get some cool air going before lightly smacking his shoulder and telling him that they had better hurry things up.

Angel closed his eyes. "I think I need like five minutes," he breathed.

"Well, that's too bad. You don't have five minutes, love."

Angel chuckled, feeling her move. She got off the bed but had to lean back to it, her hands bracing at the very edge as her legs tried to give out. He could see the wobbling of her knees and it made his dick want to come back to life. "Walk much?" he teased.

Buffy blushed, willing her legs to stop shaking. "This is your fault, you know."

He winked. "Better believe it, woman."

When she finally could, Buffy rushed to get cleaned up and they both finished getting dressed and hurried out the door.

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"Do you think it's weird that I feel nervous?" Buffy asked along the drive. He glanced over at her and she shrugged. "I mean, I'm excited beyond measure obviously... this is such a big moment but for some reason I feel anxious about it."

"I think that's probably natural, Buffy," he told her. "You've been nervous at every single appointment, especially the ultrasounds and this is a big one as you said. And I think it probably makes it seem more real somehow, like you know what to really be planning for... and can picture the names and the baby in the outfits and all that, Not that we already don't know," he added with a smile.

"Maybe I'm nervous because you're over there so sure and you might be wrong," she joked.

His smile grew. "Never. You know I would be over the moon happy with either a son or a daughter. Hell, hopefully we wind up with one - or more - of each by the time we've decided we've completed our little family. I would feel just as blessed with a little boy. I just happen to know with every fiber of my being that it's a little princess growing in there."

Buffy rubbed her stomach. They would soon know one way or the other, wouldn't they?

She hadn't had an ultrasound in awhile so she was excited to see how much their little peanut had grown. Angel was right, she was always so nervous beforehand but it was such an easy comfort as soon as they found the heartbeat and saw little movements.

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Buffy leaned back against the bed as they waited for the doctor to re-enter with the ultrasound technician. Her stomach was fully exposed, her shirt tucked up underneath the band of her bra. She wasn't sure if it was due to the angle which she sat or what, but suddenly she had never felt more pregnant. Her hands rested on the swollen evidence of their growing child, using her fingers she gently poked at the bulge, desperately hoping she would feel a nudge in return.

"Stop poking her," Angel joked as he scooted his chair closer to her. Brushing her hands out of the way, he rested his forehead against the side of her rounding belly. Reaching up he laced his fingers through her own, before bringing both their hands to rest against her abdomen.

Buffy rolled her eyes, "Coming from the person who pokes her all the time," she smirked as she ran her fingers through his thick mane with her free hand.

Turning his head, so that his ear lay against her, he feigned horror. "I do not poke my daughter… I poke her mother, while she's sleeping."

Laughing at his antics, Buffy tried once again to tell him how some of the moms in her due date club online, say that sex actually rocks them to sleep in utero. Once again she wished she had a camera to capture the look on his face, "Don't worry babe, I highly doubt she'll remember."

Shaking his head, Angel turned back towards her stomach, whispering things onto her skin that she couldn't quite make out. "I can't wait to feel her rolling around in there, I…" he was interrupted by the sound of a knock on the door. Leaning up just as Dr. Laurence walked in followed closely by who he assumed to be the ultrasound tech, he quickly exchanged pleasantries with each as the tech dimmed the lights.

Dr. Laurence quickly flipped through Buffy's chart. "So, according to your last menstrual and your last sonogram you should be just over sixteen weeks. As long as baby is cooperative we should be able to tell the sex today." Dr. Laurence's eyes bounced between Buffy's and Angel's, "Is that something y'all would like to know," she questioned, a warm smile on her face.

Angel wanted to scream hell yes from the rooftops, but somehow he managed to hold it together and calmly explain their wishes. One night in bed Buffy had convinced him to agree to a Gender Reveal. It was honestly the most ridiculous thing he had ever heard, she was his, he already knew she was a she. He just needed a little affirmation before he could fully rub it into Lindsey's face. Instead, he had agreed to handing the information over to Tara inside a sealed fucking envelope.

They were going to meet all of their friends at the restaurant later, to cut into the cake Tara had made. Unfortunately Lindsey nor Giles could be here in person on such short notice, but they had promised to Skype each of them for the big reveal.

Angel hated the idea, but it was what Buffy had wanted, and what could he say… there wasn't a thing he could deny her.

Buffy gripped his hand, just as the tech squirted some of the blue gel onto her abdomen. Working her lip between her teeth, she held her breath as Dr. Laurence placed the wand to her belly.

Suddenly an image of their baby filled the tv hung in the corner of the room. Each of them were in awe of the very obvious human dancing across the screen. It had been a while since her last scan, at the last one you could definitely see something, but she could have easily been convinced it was a tadpole instead of tiny human. Obviously that was no longer the case, she was amazed at what all could be made out.

Dr. Laurence took a few measurements, all the while reassuring them that everything seemed to be perfectly on track. Snapping a picture of the babies profile, Buffy could almost swear she saw her own nose. What amazed her most was how active the baby seemed to be, yet she still couldn't feel a thing.

"It seems we may have a thumb sucker," Dr Laurence commented as she measured the bone of the baby's arm. Angel couldn't help but beam with pride as he glanced down at Buffy who was also smiling happily towards the screen.

"Are you feeling any movements yet," Dr. Laurence asked both of them, as she continued taking various measurements of the fetus.

Buffy shook her head no, while Angel questioned when the doctor felt it would be possible for him to feel something.

"Well it looks like Buffy has a posterior placenta, meaning the baby is attached to the backside of her uterus. Usually this means both mom and dad can feel movements a little sooner, and stronger than if her placenta was anterior. I would think sometime over the next week or two, though I wouldn't be concerned if it were a bit longer. A lot of first time parents don't know what they're feeling for, baby's first movements can be a bit misleading."

Dr. Laurence snapped a few more pictures, before typing the words, "See you soon Mom and Dad," snapping one final picture she instructed the tech to turn off the television monitor. "I'm just going to see how cooperative baby is being today,"she reassured them. "Come on little one, stop wiggling," she whispered to the screen peering closely.

"Aha," she smiled over the top of her personal monitor to the beautiful couple. "Do we have a preference?"

Angel cleared his throat in an attempt to play off the lump that was forming. "Girl," he managed as he quickly tried to blink away the tears that threatened to spill.

Buffy simply rolled her eyes, she really didn't care either way but she loved to tease him.

"Boy."

Dr. Laurence simply chuckled to herself, "Well I can assure you that I am absolutely positive one of you will be very happy tonight.".

Snapping one final photo of the babies sex, Dr. Laurence sealed the picture along with a written note into an envelope, as the tech wiped the gel from Buffy's abdomen. Angel helped her sit up, as he took the envelope from the doctors hands, thanking her once again for everything.

Buffy dressed quickly, and scheduled her next appointment at the front desk for four weeks out. Angel was teetering on the edge, twirling the envelope around. She even caught him attempting to hold it up to the light in order to catch a glimpse of the contents inside. Slapping him playfully, she was glad Tara had agreed to meet them downstairs, she honestly wasn't sure how long she could keep Angel from tearing its contents open.

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Lindsey sat in business class on a plane once again bound for fucking Sunnydale. He knew it was an awful idea, that town was always a fucking awful idea. But when Buffy called him pleading with him to come to the gender reveal and surprise Angel, well he just couldn't bring himself to tell her no.

So here he sat... bound for California. Looking at his watch, he figured it'd be roughly another half hour before the plane landed in LA. He planned on stopping to get something to eat, picking up his rental car and then making his way to Sunnydale... hopefully just in the right time to make his surprise appearance. Buffy had told him not to bring anything when he asked but he knew he'd probably find one thing or another to take along to the little party they had planned.

He hoped to hell and back everything would run smooth, that he wouldn't run into Darla or any of her minions. He swore daily he wished he'd just grabbed her and choked the life out of her the last time their paths had crossed. He'd been more than tempted and was currently his biggest regret.