You'd think by now that one would be used to a person's snoring by staying with them every night for the past two weeks, but Angel was still getting used to Cordelia's. It was weird, thinking of how big her lungs actually were to produce that much noise. They hadn't been in the car long, just passed by Sacramento, but Cordelia fell asleep right away. It had to be the baby. Everything she looked at nowadays either made her sick or tired. And as much as he liked taking care of her, he kind of missed her cheery normal self. He missed the heart to unbeating heart conversations they had; especially the ones about nothing at all.

"Angel, would you stop that." She begged him. After hearing the pencil eraser tap on the counter for twenty minutes it got annoying.

"Stop what?"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about. So, stop." Her eyes never left the computer screen as he twirled himself around on the stool and started to look at her. "What?" She had that 'I know what you're doing and I want to know why' tone in her voice.

"Nothing."

"Angel."

"What?"

"Angel." She stated his name again, knowing that he knew what she was going after.

"What?" He asked again, raising his hands up in surrender for nothing. He didn't know what she was going after, which was unusual and it bugged him.

"Are you going to help Wesley and Gunn or not?"

"With what?" Angel asked, cocking his eyebrow to bare his 'I don't know what you're talking about please elaborate' look.

"I give up!" She threw her hands up in the air and got out of her chair. When she touched his arm, he quickly got out of the chair, literally afraid of what she might do. Smacking his butt on the way to Wesley's office, he did a 360 and a surprised look came about his face.

"What was that for?"

"Shoo." She replied, pushing him into the office and sliding the door shut.

Conversations about nothing. Those were the ones he looked forward to the most. Pulling his eyes back to the road, he concentrated on getting to Tacoma in record time. This grandmother better be worth it.

Tea was served, Angel held Cordelia's back as they patiently waited in the conservatory for the grandmother that had been so intent on seeing Cordelia. The expression on her face wasn't good either. He could tell she was nervous and Cordelia never got nervous. She was confident, unruly, strong, never nervous or unsure of herself. Grabbing her hand, she flinched backward not expecting his touch. Squeezing it hard, he gave her a wink and a smile, knowing everything would be alright. He prayed everything would be alright. She turned all the way around and Angel wrapped his arms around her, looking into worried hazel eyes. He kissed her forehead as her head smudged into his chest.

"What is it with you and black?" She muttered into the black sweater he had on. All he could do was laugh. She was about to meet her long lost grandmother for the first time and all she had to say was something about his outfit, which was normal but this was her grandmother. He stroked her back making her head shot up to see him again.

"I guess I can't back out now?"

"Not a chance." He told her, laying a kiss upon her hand and shooting his eyes towards the doorway where a lady stood, waiting on their attention. He presumed it was Gretchen Chase. She looked just like Cordelia, brown eyes, brown hair, smile as big as the sunset. It was her alright; he just didn't know how to proceed. Shaking her hand seeming to plain and bowing seemed to chivalrous. He left it up to Cordelia.

She was wrapped in blankets, sitting on the bed with a pillow clutched to her chest. She was tired yet she wasn't ready to fall asleep. Lord help her, but she wanted Angel. She wanted him to just hold her and tell her everything was going to be alright; just like every night. He had held her tight, listened to her snore, watched Friends reruns and made her breakfast every morning. She was getting used to it to fast. Way too fast. She didn't want to close her eyes, fearing that all she hear or see was the face of an innocent fetus squirming in her arms, like baby Connor had. Looking up from the pillow there he was again, standing there staring. Just like in a fairytale, Prince Charming and Handsome would ride up on a white horse or an old Plymouth in her case and rescue the princess trapped by the evil queen, or imaginary demons that were haunting her. She had gotten to know her 'grandmother' Gretchen Chase earlier in the evening and she was nice, maybe a little too nice. She and Angel had been chatting in the conservatory while she, thanks to the moving little brat inside of her, was in the bathroom throwing up most of the veal parmesan that was served for dinner. She didn't want to reach for him, but she found herself doing just that. He walked forward, moved her over on the bed and embraced her. His strong arms felt good around her, warming her from the inside out.

"Okay, so, we talked and..." Before he could even finish she cut him off with a kiss. She didn't want to talk right now, all she wanted was to be with him. She didn't want to hear that Gretchen wanted her to stay not only because of the recent news that she was going to be a great grandmother but because she wanted a family member near her. She didn't want to hear Angel's rational debate on why she should or shouldn't stay. She just wanted his lips on hers. And they were, moving about hers, sending tingling sensations all the way down to her toes. Lord help her again, but she didn't want to stop. Somehow, kissing him made everything seem alright. Just like in a fairytale.

And just like a fairytale, she woke up in Prince Charming and Handsome's arms. They were under the blankets, completely wrapped in each other's embrace. Then she saw the sunlight beaming into the room, almost to the point of burning her lover to a crisp. Mrs. Chase's maids would certainly have a time cleaning the dust out of the direct-from-France satin and lace comforter and that would have to be another made up story from Cordelia's mouth. She quickly hoped out of bed and scurried over to the window, pulling the curtains with full strength and almost pulling them down in the process. Whipping herself back around, she stood still for a second praying the room would stop spinning. It did, but not before Angel got up to catch her yet again.

"Morning."

"Morning." He kissed the top of her nose. "Sleep well?"

"Yes, I did. How about you?" She wrapped her arms around his waist almost touching her hand to the other.

"I did." He held her tight and she could feel the resistance in his touch. He usually held her with a 'champion-that-saves-the-princess' embrace. Instead she felt the 'we-need-to-actually-sit-down-and-talk' embrace, the one that she didn't want to do.

"Okay, you win."

"I win? What's the prize?"

"No prize. Just me giving into your smile and 'talk-now-or-die' brow."

"We do need to talk about it."

"She wants me to stay doesn't she?" Cordelia sat herself down on the loveseat situated in the corner of the suite. Angel followed her as she pulled her legs up to hug.

"What do you want Cordelia?"

"Tell me what she said first."

"Cordy..."

"Make a pregnant woman happy."

"That excuse is not going to work everytime Cordy."

"Sure it is. Now tell me." Cordelia smiled over at him, sparkle in her eyes knowing she had won. Angel gave up, gave in. He always gave in to her. Call it a weakness.

"She would like you to stay, yes, but she's not dependent on it. And she wants to help, with the baby. She also told me that if you go back to LA, she wants visitation rights with her granddaughter and great-grandchild." He hesitated asking her again but he knew it had to be done. "Now, what do you want?"

"What do I want? Hmmm, that's a toughie." She bit her lower lip in sarcasm and looked back at him. "I want not to be pregnant. I want to be home in Los Angeles with our family. I want to have baby Connor back in my arms. I want to go back to the ballet without Groo showing up. I want my supernatural, freaky, never a dull moment life back."

"Cordy..." He reached for her hand and clasped it tight, feeling her sweaty palms come alive. "Stop that." He told her, her fingernails hovering over his palm and kind of tickling him.

"How long does she want me to stay?"

"I don't know. But don't decide this for her. Do it for you, for that baby."

She thought about that: the baby. She was sixteen weeks now and not even starting to show. But, truly, what about the baby? If she stayed here, Angel would probably go back to Los Angeles, fight the good fight down there and she couldn't imagine herself going through this without him. But then if she went back with him they would be fighting demons everyday and probably be putting the baby in danger and even though the gang would be their family, it would still be dangerous. Looking up at Angel, she didn't know what to do and she knew he could tell.

"For the baby?" She answered back, leaning over into his lips and coming back up for a breath.

"For the baby."