Authors note: I've been awake for over two days, and off a few medications, so bare with me. My intellectual level right now is like… "RARARARARA I EAT YOUR FACE" but I'm hell-bent on finishing this fanfiction. That's right. I'm ending it soon. I'm gunna write a few more chapters. And then I'm going to take a break from fanfictions, before posting my new one that I've got a few chapters done on. Sooo… RARARARARA I EAT YOUR FACE. :shifty eyes:

Anyway, enjoy...

Angel stayed true to his word. He found then a nice snazzy hotel with an extremely comfortable king sized bed, a quant little living room, a small kitchen/dining area, and a heated pool only 60 steps and an elevator ride away. And oh how Buffy loved that elevator. Why, when she and Angel weren't in bed, or lounging around the pool area, she was dragging him on rides up and down the elevator. Not that he minded much, he loved seeing her smile, that look of excitement on her face brightened his whole world. And then there was that one time that they almost did it in the elevator. That brightened his world too. And the priceless look on that business mans face when the elevator door opened to Buffy unbuttoning Angel's pants, and then quickly buttoning them again. Sometimes at night he'd think of that guys face, and just have to laugh. There was an ice skating rink close to the hotel, not even five minutes away when walking. Angel promised they'd go, but between swimming and the comfortable bed, they just hadn't found time yet. They'd nearly forgotten about The Immortal's threat. I mean, now that they were in Los Angeles, there wasn't much cause for worry, right? Oh yeah, did I forget to mention that the hotel Angel brought them to was in Los Angeles? Yup. Though it sometimes hurt that he was back in Los Angeles, and all the memories of his fallen friends—of the heroes that he walked among for so long—he was glad to be home. He was even in the process of buying back the Hyperion hotel, so he and Buffy could set up home there.

But there was one thing that he dreaded most in Los Angeles. The scariest notion. But it was unavoidable. Buffy would force him into it. Not like it would be hard. She'd just have to pout, and he'd be pudding, or jelly, or play dough, or something else like that. Angel knew that he was about to meet his greatest challenge yet. That everything he'd been through didn't matter. That right around the corner was the scariest thing ever, and he was going to have to face it.

He was going to have to meet Buffy's Father. (Uh, insert "DUM DUM DUM" here.)

Today, too. He was afraid of what Hank would do. See it was fairly plain to see now that Buffy was pregnant. The hump on her stomach kept growing. And Hank would know that Angel had done that… before he married his daughter. See, having sex with someone's kid, that's not something the parent is suppose to find out. It's suppose to be something kept between the two people who did it, at least until they were married. But no, it was obvious that they had made love, and Hank would no doubt notice. Angel just prayed that Hank didn't own weapons.

"How's my hair?" Angel asked nervously, redoing his hair for the like forth time. Buffy sighed loudly, walking up slowly behind Angel, wrapping her arms around him from behind.

"Angel, honey, you look perfect." She drawled for the like fifth time, resting her head on his back. "Stop being so stressed out over this. He's going to love you. And if he doesn't—well then screw him. 'Cause I love you, and that's what matters, not what he thinks."

"I love you too—but, he's your father, so I really want him to like me…" Angel confessed, turning around in her arms. Her head now rested on his chest, and he gently let his forehead rest on the crown of her head. She ran her fingers up his back, into his hair, playing with it a little.

"He's not going to care how your hair looks, Angel. And he'll like you if I tell him to like you." She smiled against Angel's chest, and he could help but smile as well. "And I don't like it when you spend more time in the bathroom than me." She murmured, closing her eyes. He let out a small chuckle.

"I'm sorry." He apologized, planting a few soft kisses in her hair.

"Yeah yeah." She said, grinning, pulling away from him. "Now get out so I can get ready."

"Mhm," He murmured, kissing her quickly before walking out of the bathroom. She shut the door behind him. And then she broke, her nervousness taking control. She slid down the bathroom wall and sat on the floor, taking in a few deep breaths, fighting to regain her composure, her hands on her stomach. How long had it been since she'd last seen her father? Well, a long time. A long long long time. Thinking of her father, it made her think of her old life. The life she had before Slaying, before Sunnydale… before Angel. She'd been such a horrible and naive person. Back then life was nothing more than… hair make-up and boys. She was so shallow. She wondered for a moment, had she really changed at all? She nodded to herself. Yes. She had changed so much. She was deep now. Life was so much more than that. She remembered how upset she'd been so long ago. How badly she wanted to have a normal life again… She got her normal life. This, what she had now, with Angel, it's what she always wanted. She wouldn't trade it away for anything. What she had now, it was true happiness. And she hoped her father would see that.

She sighed again, slowly standing up, raking her fingers through her hair, before placing her hands over her stomach.

And then she smiled.