Chapter four.

Angel was still in a state of shock as his fingers dialed the number he knew so well, even though he'd never called it.

"Hello?" Buffy answered the phone, he wanted to hang up, but he couldn't.

"You're pregnant?" Angel asked on the other end.

"Angel, I really think we need to talk in person. D-do you want to come over?"

"Is it mine?" He asked.

"I really don't want to have this conversation over the phone."

"Fine. I'll be right over…"

"I'l-I'll see you, then…"

"Bye." Angel was the first to hang up as he started walking quickly to her home. After Buffy hung up she hurried to clean up the tissues all over the floor, and to clean herself up, her hair and make up. And maybe put on some nice clothes.

Buffy rushed to the door, fixing her hair, pulling her slightly clingy black long sleeve shirt down. She looked nice, especially with her fake smile and her puffy red eyes. She opened the door, faking the smile towards Angel. God, he looked so beautiful. She could cry… but she didn't. She'd cried too much already.

"Hi." She greeted. Angel's face was void of emotion; his eyes were just empty pools of brown as he stared down at her. But his gaze suddenly softened. He couldn't look at her face, so he stared down at her stomach.

"Is it mine?" He asked softly. She frowned and grabbed his arm gently, pulling him inside. He shut the door behind himself

"I haven't… the last person I had sex with before you was Spike, back in Sunnydale when I first got back f-from h—If its not yours then its not anybody's." Angel bit his lip slightly as she led him over to the couch. She sat, and he sat on the opposite side. She frowned, and felt like crying again. But she held it in. She guessed he could just sense the tears coming. She guessed he knew her well enough to be able to tell. Because he took her hand and scooted himself closer.

"What you did—I don't know if I can ever trust you again."

"I would understand if you didn't."

"That was a lie, Buffy. What I said was a lie. I-I mean, you're the person I trust most in the world. I'd put my life in your hands inless than asecond, without even a thought about it. And as much as I don't want to forgive you, as much as I try to stay mad at you… I hate how much I love you. You could sleep with one thousand men and stick a knife through my stomach, and I'd still love you. Hell, you killed me before, and I'm still in love with you. But it's… it's going to take a while. To get back—to be—it's just going to take a while."

"I-I know it will. I know. But I-I want to be with you. I want to be with you so bad. And I don't want this baby to grow up without a father." Angel's hand slowly slipped away from Buffy's to lightly caress her stomach.

"It's going to have a father. I'm not going anywhere… we can be together…"

"Can I kiss you?" Buffy asked her voice almost inaudible, trembling. Angel gave a slight cringe at her words. He didn't want to—but God how he wanted to. He sat still for a moment, not giving an answer. But after a moment he found himself slowly closing the space between them until his lips met hers in a soft tender kiss. His hand that he'd had on her stomach slowly slipped around her waist, resting on the small of her back. His other hand found its way to the back of her neck. Her arms moved around his neck as the kiss got more intense. Neither one pulled back as Angel slowly moved so that Buffy was lying down, and he was on top of her. You can imagine what happens next.

At some point while the two were undressing and kissing they made their way into the bedroom. They now lay under the covers, Buffy's head resting on his chest, who had his arms around her petite frame. She was sleeping, but he wasn't. He was staring at her, stroking her hair gently, kissing her forehead every few minutes. A baby. They were going to have a baby… and in those moments while he watched her sleep, he couldn't have been happier about it. Buffy yawned; Angel thought she was the cutest thing, her face scrunching up slightly. Her hands moved to her face and gently rubbed her eyes, and then moving her arm over his torso, his arms still around her. She smiled up at him, and Angel, who had already been smiling, captured her lips in a short and sweet good morning kiss. "Morning, sunshine." Angel mumbled quietly, their lips still close.

"I'm cookies." She said softly, kissing his chest. "I'm cookies…" She repeated her voice still low, but proud and happy. Her words sent a happy chill down Angel's spine and he held her even closer. "I'm yours. Angel, I've always been yours." She whispered. "God, if this is some fantastic dream, then I want to sleep forever."

"Yeah, you and me both." Angel replied, smiling as her head moved above his heart.

"I love that sound." She stated, still speaking softly, as if talking at a normal volume would ruin whatever they had.

"It feels pretty good too."

"I'm glad you aren't gone anymore… if you'd left me, and not come back… I don't know what I would've done…" She spoke, her fingers idly making small circles along Angel's chest. "I don't want you to ever go away again… promise you'll never leave?" She inquired, looking up at his face, rather than at his chest now. His body tensed at her question. In a world with vampires and demons and trouble lurking in every shadow, what was he suppose to say? Should he lie, and tell her he'd be around forever, just to see her beautiful smile, or tell her the truth, and risk hurting her? He contemplated silently for a long moment, until he felt Buffy's hand on his cheek. "It's alright… I wouldn't have answered either." She murmured, kissing him. After the kiss she yawned, and Angel grinned.

"You're tired."

"Are you psychic or something?" She half mocked.

"I wish… go to sleep." He ordered softly, stroking her hair gently. She nodded, and slowly closed her eyes, asleep within minutes.

Humanity was a wonderful thing to Angel. Not only could he be with Buffy, but he could do one other thing too.

Fully clothed now Angel sat in a chair he'd pulled up to the window, staring out at the rising sun. He loved the little colored dots that blemished his sight when he looked at the sun, the way he was forced to squint, the way the whole world seemed brighter, now that the sunlight was streaming in onto his face.

Buffy had been sleeping in bed, but when she awoke she was awestricken at his beauty. Angel in the sun was even more beautiful than Angel in the dark, who was in fact pretty beautiful. The way the sunlight hit his face, well he really lived up to his name… he looked like an angel. And in a way, he was. He was her angel. He always had been, he always would be. She quickly moved out of bed, walking slowly over to the chair. He hadn't heard her. Which is why he jumped slightly when he felt her arms gently encircle his neck, before she sat down on his lap. He smiled, grabbing a blanket from beside him, pulling it around them both, but more so around her. And the two of them sat, and watched the sunrise, and life, to them, in that moment, had more meaning than it ever had before. They were destined to be together… and they never wanted it to end.