DOUBLE THE FUN
NOTE: I don't own these Angel characters but if I did, I promise I would make the show better.
A/N: This chapter is pretty short because I wanted to work on Fred and Gunn's relationship. For you Fred/Wes fans, well, there won't be ANY of that ANYwhere near this story. Sorry, but I just couldn't stomach it.
CHAPTER 3
Later that evening, Fred peeked her head into Cassidy's nursery. Cordelia had convinced Angel that it would be better for the twins to have separate bedrooms. It had something to do with them being individuals or something like that.
Fred was particularly thankful that they had gotten most of the decorating done that day once the delivery men had brought over the furniture. Cassidy's room looked like a typical fairy kingdom theme. The walls had pictures of princesses from movies and cartoons, the lamps were all pink, as were parts of the crib, and the rug on the floor was rose colored and had a castle design on it.
Gunn stood over Cassidy's crib, holding her in his arms, talking to her. "Yeah. You're a good baby. Not like Alonna. She was always cryin'."
Fred smiled at him. Gunn could be such a softie, even though he tried to hide it. "Hey," Fred greeted softly.
Gunn glanced back at her, holding Cassidy tightly. "Hey," he returned the greeting. "Thought you went to bed."
"Couldn't sleep," Fred explained, slowly approaching him. She turned her attention to the baby. "Was she fussing again?"
"Yeah. Surprised Angel didn't jump up again. These kids can't let go of a breath without him watching."
"I know," Fred smiled softly. "Those paternal instincts I guess. But you seem really natural."
"Helped raise my cousin since she was like a week old," Gunn told her. "Babies ain't exactly the hardest thing I've come across."
Fred nodded and took a seat in Cassidy's rocking chair. "You know I used to have a room like this when I was younger. But I think it had less pink. I think the color made me nauseous." Gunn chuckled lightly. "What about you?"
"Livin' on the streets," the black man replied, returning Cassidy and taking a seat on the floor, facing Fred. "You be lucky if you get a real meal at night."
"Oh..." Fred didn't really know what to say. She knew about Gunn's past, sure, but didn't really know how to respond to it.
"But, hey, beats living in a hell dimension for five years," Gunn said.
Fred looked at him and nodded. "Yeah." She made a decision about something. "Listen, Charles. I was just wondering if you might want to go out and have lunch or dinner, you know, with me... some time. If you want to I mean. You don't have to say anything right away or-"
"Sure."
"That is-" Fred realized it. "Sure."
Gunn nodded. "Yeah, Fred." He stood up, tired of the floor. "Cool. I'd love to go with you."
"Great," Fred beamed. She stood up, ready to leave out then turned back. Fred put her hands to his shoulders and planted a light kiss on his cheek. "Damned lucky." She walked out.
Gunn watched her go, a little confused. What was that supposed to mean?
A/N: The Fred/Gunn relationship pretty much goes the same way as it did from this point on. Just, instead of them going to the theatre, I had it happen an alternate way. Hard to explain but just go with me, OK? 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 chapter is pretty short because I wanted to work on Fred and Gunn's relationship. For you Fred/Wes fans, well, there won't be ANY of that ANYwhere near this story. Sorry, but I just couldn't stomach it.
CHAPTER 3
Later that evening, Fred peeked her head into Cassidy's nursery. Cordelia had convinced Angel that it would be better for the twins to have separate bedrooms. It had something to do with them being individuals or something like that.
Fred was particularly thankful that they had gotten most of the decorating done that day once the delivery men had brought over the furniture. Cassidy's room looked like a typical fairy kingdom theme. The walls had pictures of princesses from movies and cartoons, the lamps were all pink, as were parts of the crib, and the rug on the floor was rose colored and had a castle design on it.
Gunn stood over Cassidy's crib, holding her in his arms, talking to her. "Yeah. You're a good baby. Not like Alonna. She was always cryin'."
Fred smiled at him. Gunn could be such a softie, even though he tried to hide it. "Hey," Fred greeted softly.
Gunn glanced back at her, holding Cassidy tightly. "Hey," he returned the greeting. "Thought you went to bed."
"Couldn't sleep," Fred explained, slowly approaching him. She turned her attention to the baby. "Was she fussing again?"
"Yeah. Surprised Angel didn't jump up again. These kids can't let go of a breath without him watching."
"I know," Fred smiled softly. "Those paternal instincts I guess. But you seem really natural."
"Helped raise my cousin since she was like a week old," Gunn told her. "Babies ain't exactly the hardest thing I've come across."
Fred nodded and took a seat in Cassidy's rocking chair. "You know I used to have a room like this when I was younger. But I think it had less pink. I think the color made me nauseous." Gunn chuckled lightly. "What about you?"
"Livin' on the streets," the black man replied, returning Cassidy and taking a seat on the floor, facing Fred. "You be lucky if you get a real meal at night."
"Oh..." Fred didn't really know what to say. She knew about Gunn's past, sure, but didn't really know how to respond to it.
"But, hey, beats living in a hell dimension for five years," Gunn said.
Fred looked at him and nodded. "Yeah." She made a decision about something. "Listen, Charles. I was just wondering if you might want to go out and have lunch or dinner, you know, with me... some time. If you want to I mean. You don't have to say anything right away or-"
"Sure."
"That is-" Fred realized it. "Sure."
Gunn nodded. "Yeah, Fred." He stood up, tired of the floor. "Cool. I'd love to go with you."
"Great," Fred beamed. She stood up, ready to leave out then turned back. Fred put her hands to his shoulders and planted a light kiss on his cheek. "Damned lucky." She walked out.
Gunn watched her go, a little confused. What was that supposed to mean?
A/N: The Fred/Gunn relationship pretty much goes the same way as it did from this point on. Just, instead of them going to the theatre, I had it happen an alternate way. Hard to explain but just go with me, OK? Please review!