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NOTE: I don't own these Angel characters but if I did, I promise I would make the show better.
A/N: This takes place in the Lullaby episode of Angel, set during season 3. In this episode the fang gang were up to their knees in trouble because they were trying to find a way to protect Darla and Angel's baby, who she was pregnant with. I'm picking up right after Lorne's club was blown up. Enjoy.
CHAPTER 2
As Cordelia had promised, she and Fred went bright and early to pick up the items for the baby. Fred, not feeling up to being a morning person, slept through the car ride to the mall.
First they went to Babies R' Us to pick up furniture; a pair of cribs, car seats, a double stroller, baby monitors, and a couple of blankets.
"We can hold off on the play pens," Cordelia said. "Save that for when they can crawl and stuff."
"Wouldn't it just be easier to buy one of some of these things?" Fred reasoned.
"No," Cordelia said quickly. "I mean buying one of everything for two babies? You might as well tell them they're the exact same person or something." Fred nodded. Cordelia had a point there. "Besides, it's Angel's credit card. What do we care?"
When the two women were done with the furniture it was time to head to Baby Gap for clothes. While Cordelia picked out a few baseball outfits for the boy, Fred browsed down the girls clothing section. Cordelia came up to her with an armful of boy clothes as Fred picked up a tiny sundress.
"Wouldn't this look so cute on...?" Fred realized that Angel hadn't named either of his children. "You know. The girl."
"Yeah," Cordelia agreed. "Just wanted to get the boy stuff out of the way."
"I mean I don't know much about babies but little girls like dresses, right?" Fred asked. "I mean not that they have a real choice. They're babies, therefore..." she stopped ranting once she caught a confused look from Cordelia. "Sorry. Sometimes I just... talk."
"Hey, it's OK," Cordelia assured her. "I mean it's better than going through this with Gunn or Wesley. I mean do you have any idea what it's like to have a bunch of guys around constantly? I mean I haven't had a real girl talk since I left Sunnydale."
"The guys do get a little much sometimes," Fred agreed. "I mean Angel's so dark and mysterious, Wesley always has his nose in a book, and Charles... well, he's sweet, and brave, and compassionate in his own way..."
Cordelia stared at Fred seriously. "Well, sounds like someone has a little crush."
"On Charles?" Fred said incredulously. "Oh, don't be silly. What would a man like him see in a girl like me?"
"Fred, don't be silly. You have a lot to offer him. He'd be lucky to have you."
"Lucky?" Fred repeated shyly.
"Damned lucky," Cordelia said proudly.
Fred smiled boldly. "Yeah, damned lucky," she agreed to herself.
After getting the rest of the clothes, bottles, diaper bags, etc Cordelia and Fred headed back to the hotel.
Meanwhile, at the hotel, Wesley sat at a laptop, doing some research on websites that would be hunting the babies. Gunn helped Angel balanced both of the twins in his arms. The two of them were each wrapped up in Angel's extra large t-shirts.
"He's got his hands full," Wesley noted, glancing up from the computer.
"I got it," Angel assured them yet feared that the children in his arms were so fragile that they would break any minute.
"You see here's what I think," Gunn said, sitting on the arm of the couch Angel sat on. "You need to name old boy right here Charles. You can name the little girl Charlotte." Angel turned to him and gave him a look. "Hey, don't tell me I can't dream."
"We're back," Cordelia announced as she and Fred entered, both with two large shopping bags in hand.
"The delivery man said the furniture should be here by the end of the day," Fred added.
"OK. Thanks," Angel said, his eyes never leaving the children.
Cordelia went to stand over the couch, looking over Angel's shoulder. "Oh, hi there," she squealed at the two sleeping babies.
"Have you named them yet?" Fred asked, going to stand next to Cordelia.
"Yeah, I think I have," Angel replied.
"Well? Come on, tell us," Wesley nudged.
"Connor for the boy," Angel told them, lifting the baby boy higher up. "And Cassidy for the girl." Immediately the girl began to cry. "What? What'd I do?"
"Don't think she likes that name too much," Gunn said with a smirk.
"Well, what do I do?" Angel panicked. "How do I make her stop crying?"
Gunn sighed and gently lifted Cassidy into his arms. "Yeah, Cassidy, yeah," the black man soothed, resting the baby on his shoulder and rocking her. "You don't like that name do you? You wanna be called little Charlotte, don't you?" Fred smiled at Gunn, impressed at his technique. Soon Cassidy quieted down and went back to sleep. "See? You just need a touch of soul."
"Impressive," Wesley nodded then went back to the computer. "But you all do realize that anyone and anything will be coming after these children don't you?"
"Wesley's right," Cordelia agreed. "I mean get with it, guys. What are we going to do?"
"Keep them safe," Angel replied simply and that seemed to be enough to quiet everyone in the room down.
A/N: This is me, updating. Fun, huh? Please review!
NOTE: I don't own these Angel characters but if I did, I promise I would make the show better.
A/N: This takes place in the Lullaby episode of Angel, set during season 3. In this episode the fang gang were up to their knees in trouble because they were trying to find a way to protect Darla and Angel's baby, who she was pregnant with. I'm picking up right after Lorne's club was blown up. Enjoy.
CHAPTER 2
As Cordelia had promised, she and Fred went bright and early to pick up the items for the baby. Fred, not feeling up to being a morning person, slept through the car ride to the mall.
First they went to Babies R' Us to pick up furniture; a pair of cribs, car seats, a double stroller, baby monitors, and a couple of blankets.
"We can hold off on the play pens," Cordelia said. "Save that for when they can crawl and stuff."
"Wouldn't it just be easier to buy one of some of these things?" Fred reasoned.
"No," Cordelia said quickly. "I mean buying one of everything for two babies? You might as well tell them they're the exact same person or something." Fred nodded. Cordelia had a point there. "Besides, it's Angel's credit card. What do we care?"
When the two women were done with the furniture it was time to head to Baby Gap for clothes. While Cordelia picked out a few baseball outfits for the boy, Fred browsed down the girls clothing section. Cordelia came up to her with an armful of boy clothes as Fred picked up a tiny sundress.
"Wouldn't this look so cute on...?" Fred realized that Angel hadn't named either of his children. "You know. The girl."
"Yeah," Cordelia agreed. "Just wanted to get the boy stuff out of the way."
"I mean I don't know much about babies but little girls like dresses, right?" Fred asked. "I mean not that they have a real choice. They're babies, therefore..." she stopped ranting once she caught a confused look from Cordelia. "Sorry. Sometimes I just... talk."
"Hey, it's OK," Cordelia assured her. "I mean it's better than going through this with Gunn or Wesley. I mean do you have any idea what it's like to have a bunch of guys around constantly? I mean I haven't had a real girl talk since I left Sunnydale."
"The guys do get a little much sometimes," Fred agreed. "I mean Angel's so dark and mysterious, Wesley always has his nose in a book, and Charles... well, he's sweet, and brave, and compassionate in his own way..."
Cordelia stared at Fred seriously. "Well, sounds like someone has a little crush."
"On Charles?" Fred said incredulously. "Oh, don't be silly. What would a man like him see in a girl like me?"
"Fred, don't be silly. You have a lot to offer him. He'd be lucky to have you."
"Lucky?" Fred repeated shyly.
"Damned lucky," Cordelia said proudly.
Fred smiled boldly. "Yeah, damned lucky," she agreed to herself.
After getting the rest of the clothes, bottles, diaper bags, etc Cordelia and Fred headed back to the hotel.
Meanwhile, at the hotel, Wesley sat at a laptop, doing some research on websites that would be hunting the babies. Gunn helped Angel balanced both of the twins in his arms. The two of them were each wrapped up in Angel's extra large t-shirts.
"He's got his hands full," Wesley noted, glancing up from the computer.
"I got it," Angel assured them yet feared that the children in his arms were so fragile that they would break any minute.
"You see here's what I think," Gunn said, sitting on the arm of the couch Angel sat on. "You need to name old boy right here Charles. You can name the little girl Charlotte." Angel turned to him and gave him a look. "Hey, don't tell me I can't dream."
"We're back," Cordelia announced as she and Fred entered, both with two large shopping bags in hand.
"The delivery man said the furniture should be here by the end of the day," Fred added.
"OK. Thanks," Angel said, his eyes never leaving the children.
Cordelia went to stand over the couch, looking over Angel's shoulder. "Oh, hi there," she squealed at the two sleeping babies.
"Have you named them yet?" Fred asked, going to stand next to Cordelia.
"Yeah, I think I have," Angel replied.
"Well? Come on, tell us," Wesley nudged.
"Connor for the boy," Angel told them, lifting the baby boy higher up. "And Cassidy for the girl." Immediately the girl began to cry. "What? What'd I do?"
"Don't think she likes that name too much," Gunn said with a smirk.
"Well, what do I do?" Angel panicked. "How do I make her stop crying?"
Gunn sighed and gently lifted Cassidy into his arms. "Yeah, Cassidy, yeah," the black man soothed, resting the baby on his shoulder and rocking her. "You don't like that name do you? You wanna be called little Charlotte, don't you?" Fred smiled at Gunn, impressed at his technique. Soon Cassidy quieted down and went back to sleep. "See? You just need a touch of soul."
"Impressive," Wesley nodded then went back to the computer. "But you all do realize that anyone and anything will be coming after these children don't you?"
"Wesley's right," Cordelia agreed. "I mean get with it, guys. What are we going to do?"
"Keep them safe," Angel replied simply and that seemed to be enough to quiet everyone in the room down.
A/N: This is me, updating. Fun, huh? Please review!