***Sorry its taking soo long to write!!! School, is really a hassle right now!!!! Anywayz, I was in the imagination mood and some stuff happens so I help you enjoy!!!!! Until next time.......

."So, I'm gonna be a grandma?" Joyce asked, eyes glossy with tears. "I didn't know if I'd get to have any before I..."

"Mama, don't talk like that. You're fine. You're going to be fine." Buffy sniffed, holding back tears of joy and tears of sorrow. "Angelus is so happy, mama. I feel so different, you know. As though I'm flying."

"I know. I remember when I was pregnant with you. It was the most electrifying experience of my life. You know, all Italian mobster men want there boys. Their men to carry on their name. Your father and I were happy with what we got. He was almost, even, proud that he would have a baby girl who would one day take care of his family. Showed that he was more of a man, to be able to raise a woman with such power." Her mother smiled.

"I don't care what it is. As long as it's healthy and looks like Angelus." She giggled.

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"Okay, baby, what about this dress?" Buffy asked, trying on the millionth dress. Angel was irritated for two reasons. One, they had been doing this for hours and two, he had a raging hard on watching the different ways the dress accented different curves.

"I like the green thingy." He sighed. "You know, the one with the strappy short top and the long sleek skirt. I think it brings out your eyes. Give you a chance to show off the figure before my baby swells it." He grinned, egotistically. She arched her eyebrow and snorted at him.

"Anyway, how about you get naked now." He commanded more than asked.

"How about I not. We have the party in four hours and my hair is a mess." She countered turning and walking back to her closet. Angel fell back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. 'Remember you love her, Angelus.' He chided himself. As soon as the thought finished manifesting, he felt hot hands sliding up his bare stomach. Then short hair falling over his stomach. 'Oh yea, he was the man..wait, short, Dona had long silky strands. He opened his eyes and shot up in bad and grabbed a handful of blond hair.

"Darla, how the fuck did you get up here?" He shouted.

"Temper temper, Angelus. I tried to warn you. Now it seems as though we have a problem."

"Dona?!" He shouted.

No answer.

"Leo, baby?" Darla called. A tall dark haired man walked in holding Dona by her long golden mane.

"Is this your idea of a pre party, because I swear, I need to do my hair if this fuck would get his rough greasy hands out of it." She sneered. Angel felt his temper blaze out of control. There was man holding onto Buffy's hair, surely hurting her while she was standing there pregnant and in her bathrobe. Buffy pivoted and punched the square in the nose. Blood gushed everywhere and he staggered back.

"What can I do for you, Darla?" She asked, stepping over to her vanity desk and picking up a brush to smooth the wrinkles out created by the pig's hands in her hair.

"Your death and your man. What else does everyone want in this world?" She asked rhetorically.

"Well, then I guess the meeting over cause I can already tell you that neither will happen, the second request, never." She smiled. "Now can you two please get out of my room. I have the strangest urge to 'play' with my *man*."

"Bitch." Darla pulled a gun and pointed at Buffy's head. Angel grabbed his under the pillow and pulled the trigger, splattering her brains all over Leo. He turned to Leo and uttered, " Get the word back to your boss." And he threw the guy out and into the guards that were running up the steps. "Go across the hall and into the guest room until this is cleaned up. I'll bring you what you need."

"It's going to take forever to get the stains out of the rugs and carpet." She pouted, scooting toward the door.

"We'll get it cleaned." He sighed.

"Yea, but it was Gucci."

"Then I'll buy you more. Now go. Besides, I'm ready to take you up on your offer and if that happens, we won't make it to the party." He kissed her lips, with an open mouth, sucking them into his. She ran her tongue out and countered his approach, dueling for the upper hand. Instead she found herself being pushed into the room across the hall, his lips devouring her whole. He kicked the door shut and pushed her robe back. His hands roamed over her body and landed on her butt, gripping and massaging it into his hands. Effectively, it pushed her wet sex into his grin and she moaned. He lowered her to the edge of the bed and lay her back. He got to his knees and spread her legs until her knees lay against the bed. He put his nose to her and inhaled, all the while massaging her inner thighs. When she figured his ministrations, she tried to sit up.

"No, I want you inside." She whined.

"Not. Enough. Time." He replied, accenting each word with a deep, slow lick to her folds. Her head fell back onto the bed and she mumbled something, which to Angel, sounded like "Fuck it".

****Ok, now everyone, whoever said patience was a virtue was.....right....but they neglected to say feedback was too!!!! Let me know what you think!!! I am, after all, writing this for the sicko fans out there like myself!!!!!!!********