A day or two went by with her still getting used to the bed in her new bedroom suite along with Dennis and Angel only two doors away. It was a good thing that the interlocking door was opened between them. She made him keep it open just to make her feel safe. In all honesty though, she was kind of hoping that he would slide in next to her during the night, but it hadn't happened yet. And she didn't want to seem too forward with her doing the same over in his room. He was probably as wide awake as she was, thinking about everything and anything. She was mostly thinking about the baby though, the kicking getting stronger, her belly getting bigger and her anticipation expanding like a balloon.

Her and Fred had sat down yesterday and came up with the boys name together. Doyle, for her hero and James, because it went well together. So, if this baby turned out to be of the male gender, which the guys were betting on, his name, would become Doyle James Chase. Cordelia was still unsure about a girl's name, all because she didn't have any kind of namesake to give her, not that she wanted to or anything like that, but she wasn't expecting a girl either. She wished Angel would at least help her on that one but he had made a point not to be involved in the baby's namesake, his personal feelings getting in the way and him wanting to name the baby whether it be boy or girl Cordelia, all because he thought that they couldn't just have one Cordelia in the family. She rolled her eyes and laughed at him every time he used that excuse.

She turned herself over and looked at the clock on her side table. 4 a.m. What was it with pregnancy and the urgency to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night? Flipping on the light, she tossed the comforter off of her body and set her feet on the floor. Wow. She could still see her feet. Last time she was pregnant, she remembered drinking Angel's blood and she definitely couldn't see her feet. She was expecting not to see her feet, but the drinking of Angel's blood thing was definitely not going to happen again. The bathroom toilet seat proved profitable but when she got up again, she felt something go wrong. Funny you should mention blood Cordelia, she scolded herself as she looked in the toilet bowl and saw a spot, many spots for that fact. That was not normal. What did that mean? For her and for the baby? She quickly stumbled out of the bathroom and went straight to Angel's room, not stopping for her robe or the pants that accompanied her pajama set.

"Angel?" She whispered. He twisted in his bed and slightly opened his eyes to see her standing there.

"What's wrong?" He pulled his legs out from under the covers and set his feet on the floor, running his hands over his face to erase the sleepiness.

"I think I need to go to the hospital." She told him, holding onto her protruding belly.

"What for?" He asked, his head shooting up in complete and udder worry.

"I just need to go to the hospital. Please." She pleaded, coming an inch closer to him, still holding onto her belly.

"Okay, we'll go."

"I'd like to keep her here for a few days."

"Alright. Is she going to be okay?" Angel looked at the doctor with complete concern for Cordelia and her heart.

"Physically, yes. The mentally part, is up to you." The doctor ran off into the other direction, chasing down yet another emergency that had come up. How the hell was he supposed to tell Cordelia about this? This would crush her, and everyone else for that matter. No baby. No heartbeat. No pulse. The sadness came over him as he sat down in one of the waiting area's chairs. First it was Connor, now this. She had already picked out a name for crying out loud, why would the Powers give her something so precious and then take it right away? He could ask the same thing with Connor. To bestow upon them a life that is so innocent and then just take it away was cruel and harsh and he didn't want anyone to go through that, even her.

In his heart, he was kind of hoping of raising this child with her, hoping that it would give him a second chance to be a father. The father he was supposed to be. Or maybe it wasn't. Maybe it just wasn't meant to be. Maybe this was just another cruel joke from the Powers. He didn't want to think about that right now. All he wanted was to call home and tell the gang where they were and go back to Cordelia. She was probably asleep by now but he still wanted to be with her because he knew the added bonus of losing a baby plus being in a hospital was going to leave a huge sore spot in her side.

She truly hated hospitals. She truly hated them as proven by the rebar through her abdomen five years ago, the amniocentesis incident three years ago and of course the non-stop vision attack implemented by Vocah; in fact he was surprised when she asked him to take her to one. Coffee. Coffee sounded really good right now. It was almost seven in the morning and he needed it. It would wake him up and make him stay up with her. She probably wasn't going to get any sleep today. Not with this news. He was slacking lately and that was all because of the newest apocalypse mention coming up within the next few years.

He relied on Fred to keep Cordelia safe and occupied, and she had done a great job with that. Then there was Lorne, who was just well...Lorne. What else could you really say about him? Fred had it right when she dubbed them their titles when her parents visited. Angel was the champion. Wesley was the brain. Gunn was the muscle. Cordelia was the heart. Fred was the hope and Lorne was the song. The song that kept changing with them, with every step that each of them took. This step though, was the last step before rock bottom. And as if the candy-striper read his mind, a cup of coffee on a small tray caught his eye.

"Here you go sir." The redheaded candy striper said, handing him a cup of Joe that he wasn't expecting unless he moved his legs and went to the cafeteria himself.

"Thank you." He told her, taking the cup of coffee and watching her as she returned back behind the counter. He got up and walked over to the nurses' station, having a request on his mind. "Sorry, I know that we just met and everything..."

"What else can I get for you Mr. Angel?" The candy striper asked with a perky smile on her face. Seven in the morning and she was bright eyed and bushy tailed, which somehow, reminded him of Fred.

"Uh, I just wanted to alert the rest of my family that..."

"Already taken care of."

"Oh, thank you."

"Glad to be of service sir. And your fiancé is in room 316." She said returning another smile and her attention back to a book on the counter. He left a faint smile where he was and made his way down the south hallway to room 316. Fiancé. He never said that she was his fiancée, and she wasn't. But she could be...

Walking into her room, she laid curled up into a little ball and looked peaceful. The doctor assured him that she would be okay, but he wasn't too sure about that. All the way to the hospital she kept babbling how maybe she wasn't meant to be a mother and yet she wasn't ready to let the little life inside her go. He just let her babble, because what was there to say? Yea, you're not ready to be a mother or we're not going to let this one get away go, those just sounded insensitive and pompous. And they were. So he let her babble and just listened. He was getting good at that nowadays. Sitting down on the chair next to the bed, he brushed the hair out from her face and looked into her worried eyes. Cupping her hand with his and squeezing it, he offered her a smile and tried to assure her that everything was going to be fine.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive."

"Positively sure?"

"Yes."

"Angel..." She started with the quivering lip.

"Sssh, get some rest. I'm right here and I'm not leaving for the end of the world." He kissed her forehead as her lids shut slowly, but still kept his hand in hers, making sure she was on the same plane and that she was still here, with him.