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A/N: For those of you who wanted more Faith, she's in prison redeeming herself at the moment. I'll see what I can do…

This is from "First Impressions" sort of my take on what things would be like if they had a baby in the mix.

Hotel Hyperion, October 2000.

Angel woke slowly from his dream. It had been so real, he'd embarrassed himself at Caritas, like he usually did. And Darla had been there. They'd kissed. And he had woken up.

He swallowed and got out of bed. Aingael was sleeping in a cot in the next room. They'd taken her home just yesterday, as Faith had gone back to jail. He and Wesley and Cordelia had decorated her room in a soft pink color that only Cordelia knew the exact name of. The only clean room at the hotel.

He walked gently into the room. She was whimpering, so he picked her up. A quick glance at the Mickey Mouse watch on the wall showed that it was time for a feeding. Where had the day gone?

Angel walked slowly down the stairs to the lobby and the office. The hotel was still dirty and smelly, and probably no place to raise a child.

"Sorry, I'm late." He vaguely noticed that there were other people than Cordelia and Wesley in the room as he made his way over to "kitchen-area" and the formula.

"Ah! I stand ready to fight the good fight, sir! What do you need? A baby?" Angel glanced over, once he'd put the formula in the microwave.

"No, I have one of those. Aingael meet David Nabbit and Gunn," he held her up, supported her head and waved with one of her hands. "I need some financial advice, and some technological help."

Cordelia let go of the dust buster. "Angel, you didn't?"

"I didn't what?"

"Name her Aingael? Faith told you specifically that she didn't want to name her baby that," she took the baby and picked up the formula from the microwave. Let a few drops from the bottle drip on her arm and put the nipple in front of the infant's mouth. Fiona's mouth grabbed it eagerly.

Cordelia rolled her eyes. "Her name is Fiona. She's Faith's daughter. Wesley, Angel and I are taking care of her until her mother gets out of prison."

David Nabbit appeared shell-struck by the baby. His sword clanked to the floor. "A baby?"

"Yes, that's what I wanted to talk to you about. With Fiona here we're making this hotel the new base of our operations. Right now we've got a lease for six months with an option to bu… Hey Nabbit, you with me here?"

He wasn't.

"A baby. Can I hold her?"

Cordelia looked at him, then down at Fiona. Then back up at David.

"I suppose so," she said reluctantly. "Just hold her close, and mind her head."

Once she'd changed from the relatively familiar hands of Cordelia to unknown hands Fiona began to cry.

"What do I do? What do I do?" Nabbit looked around in confusion. Gunn laughed.

"It's easy, man. Talk to her."

Angel scratched his neck. "And if you could answer my question at the same time it'd be appreciated."

"Well," Nabbit said down at Fiona. "You could look into seller financing, take over the owner's payments and skip the bank completely, or you could make a play for a preservation grant. Offer to restore the original décor and get the city and the feds to give you a tax break and a loan at a sweetheart rate. Or you could apply for an FHA and get a PMI in lieu of a down payment. Would you look at that? She stopped crying," he beamed.

Cordelia grinned. "Is anybody else getting warm?"

She looked around.

"Never mind."

"Ahem," Gunn was getting impatient. "Angel, we need to move on this."

"Relax, we'll make it."

"Make what?" David Nabbit had handed Fiona to Wesley who had taken the task to burp her after the bottle.

"Devak," Gunn said shortly. "Meeting a snitch downtown."

"Ooh, can I help?"

"Actually, you can," Cordelia said quickly. "Would you mind babysitting Fiona? If not we'd have to bring her, and I think the social services would frown at Angel fighting with a baby in a carrier on his stomach."

Gunn winced at the mental picture she'd just produced.

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