Chapter Six

"Still here!" Faith called from the kitchen. Buffy jumped slightly.

"Oops…" Angel cooed, lightly kissing Buffy's neck. No, they hadn't had another roll in the sack. Buffy was tired, and Angel had opted to lay with her a while. Up until they'd heard Faith's voice they'd been under the covers, Angel's arm protectively over Buffy's stomach, both whispering sweet words of how much they love each other, and how they'll never part. But now Angel sat up, crawling over Buffy, and out of bed. He fixed his black attire, trying to get the wrinkles out. "Go to sleep. I'll join you soon." He promised, capturing her lips in a kiss before he walked out of the room, careful not to make a lot of noise as he shut the door.

"You two love birds can't even stop for two minutes can you?" Faith asked, slightly loudly. Angel then shushed her.

"She's tired. She needs to sleep. Talk quieter." He whispered.

"You must have some skill to be able to tire out a Slayer that quickly."

"Well Ye—I mean, we didn't. She's just… tired."

"Oh. So, she's sleeping? At," Faith paused, looking down at her watch. "4:26pm?"
"Like I said, she's tired. I mean, she'll probably even sleep through till tomorrow."

"Wow. Tired Slayer."

"She's been busy lately… with… things."

"Have you done it yet?"

"Done what?" Angel asked, a quizzical expression falling over his features.

"Asked her?"

"Asked her what?"

"Have you always been this stupid?"

"Maybe…"

"Asked her to marry you, you dumbass." Faith hissed, though still whispering. Angel looked slightly taken back, slowly shaking his head. "Well are you going to soon? I mean, she's having your kid, I think you guys should get married."

"How did you—."

"I could just tell."

"Oh…" There was a long awkward pause after this, before Angel reached into his pocket, and pulled out a small box. He opened it, showing Faith the contents. She almost gasped.

"Holy fuck."

"Shh."

"No, really, holy fuck. That thing is… holy fuck."

"Think she'll like it?"

"Holy fuck… I mean… She'd be crazy to say no to a ring that big…" Angel held in a large smile, though it did slightly seep through. The infectious happiness spread quicker than the plague, and his eyes were soon bright and happy, as they often were nowadays. He tucked the ring safely back in his pocket. "When yah gunna do it?" Faith asked curiously, smiling just because Angel seemed so happy. Angel was the closest friend she'd ever had… he never stopped believing in her, and she owed him. He really was an Angel.

"Soon, I guess."

"Buffy's a lucky girl." Faith stated, almost sorrowfully. Angel placed a comforting hand on Faith's shoulder, smiling warmly. As if reading her mind, and her thoughts of never finding someone to spend the rest of her life with, he spoke softly, almost cooing, beautifully.

"You'll find someone." He assured her.

"Not like you." Faith responded, her tone half full of melancholy, half longing.

"Maybe someone better than me. There are a lot of guys out there like that."

"Yeah, I wish." Faith let out a small laugh. "Well, I should hit the road. See yah, Angie." Faith waved slightly, heading for the door.

"Come back anytime, Faith."

"Oh trust me, I will." Faith stated before disappearing out the door. Angel stayed still only a moment before walking back into the bedroom. He stripped down to his boxers, and climbed gently into bed, beside a snoring Buffy, carefully pulling her into his embrace. Soon.