Neither were sure how, but days passed and suddenly it had been weeks since their wedding. They had officially been husband and wife for just over two months now, and luckily there had been no further sightings of Darla. Though Angel knew that didn't necessarily mean they were in the clear, just that she had been lying low, waiting for her time to strike, just like the snake that she was.
His thoughts were interrupted when his wife stepped out of the bathroom, clothed only in her ivy colored bra and panties. The evidence of her pregnancy unmistakable in her nude state, he felt the air rush from his lungs at the sight, her beauty absolutely undeniable. He watched her towel her hair, before opening her closet and grabbing her favorite pair of pants. Laying them by his legs, Angel wrapped his arms around her, pulling her back towards him on the bed, before she could find a shirt.
"Angel we're going to be late," she squealed, turning in his arms to capture his lips. She had been on cloud nine the last two months, her life, their life, had been absolutely perfect. Just as Doctor Laurence had thought, her morning sickness had all but subsided once she hit her second trimester. Angel was still convinced that the baby was a girl, while Lindsey was the Captain of Team Boy.
She didn't really care as long as the baby was healthy, but one thing was for sure, either way she was going to have a crap load of stuff to return between the two of them. Luckily, they wouldn't have to wait much longer, Doctor Laurence had told them that they should be able to identify the babies sex during her next appointment, which was this afternoon.
Angel's hands came up to cup her full breasts which made her moan out his name and repeat that they needed to get ready. Glancing at the clock on the wall first, he reached around her and pulled her on top of him as he leaned back onto the bed. "We have time."
Buffy rolled her eyes but laughed. "You always say that... and you are not always right," she pointed out.
"I usually am, though," he countered with a smirk.
Buffy laughed against him, twirling her hair up into a quick bun with the hair tie from her wrist. While she was busy with that, his hands squeezed her breasts once more before travelling down her body, enjoying every inch of her. His hands rested on her swollen abdomen which only made his cock twitch against her, which only made her legs crush against him as she sought more of him.
Angel knew there would never be a time when he tired of seeing the sight of Buffy with child, it made both his heart and his cock swell with pride at every glance. Not once before Buffy could he remember paying the slightest bit of attention to a pregnant woman except maybe to stay out of her way, offer a hand if someone seemed to be struggling in the later stages, but when it came to Buffy nothing had ever seemed sexier.
While she had muttered a few and far between complaints about the changes happening to her body, he had not a one. He was sure beginning to temporarily grow out of some her favorite outfits and out of a bra size almost as soon as she updated her supply had its downsides in her mind but he loved every bit of it.
Buffy rolled to the side of him long enough to scoot her small panties off while he pushed his boxers and pants down out of the way. Buffy threw one leg back over, her hands bracing against his stomach. He could feel the wetness of her outer lips as she lowered her body down, rubbing up and down the length of the underside of his cock as she moved.
Teasing him for just a few moments more, she lifted her body up briefly, and kissed him before grasping his hardness with one of her small hands. She pointed him straight up toward her, rubbing the head of his cock against her wet slit a few times before placing him back at her opening.
Once the head of his cock slipped inside, her two hands were both back on his stomach and she pushed her body down onto him until he was fully seated inside her heat in one more swift motion. Buffy moaned, her head tilting back slightly and her eyes closed as she began riding him.
When the alarms on both of their phones began blasting together Buffy changed the motion of her hips, moving them more front to back than sliding up and down. Her stomach was just barely brushing against him as she moved and it was almost his undoing every time. "Angel," Buffy begged, her hips thrusting hard against him.
Angel knew she was close so he made quick work of changing positions so that he was in control, just as she'd always preferred when she came. Her hands went to his back scratching and clawing at his skin as he returned to desperately pounding into her. Her breasts nearly popped right out of the bra she still wore as her body bounced underneath him, her legs having a hard time trying to remain wrapped around his waist. She couldn't make words out any longer so random noises just fell from her lips at every move.
He could feel her clench around him and her juices soaking all around him moments before his own orgasm hit. Buffy grit her teeth so hard he could hear the little squeaking sound they made, her body shaking head to toe. Angel groaned with the force of his own orgasm rushing through him, his hips lifting just a tiny bit more into her as the hot, thick stream of come pumped inside of her.
The room felt too hot as they both waited for everything to run its course and pleasure to subside enough for them to breathe. He felt one last spasm run through him as Buffy rolled her hips against him. "God, I never get tired of that," she panted.
Angel rolled beside her when he felt his arms wanting to give out and not wanting to fall on top of her. Buffy pouted at the loss of his softening dick inside of her and he understood the sadness. Their alarms were still blasting and Buffy waved a hand over her face to get some cool air going before lightly smacking his shoulder and telling him that they had better hurry things up.
Angel closed his eyes. "I think I need like five minutes," he breathed.
"Well, that's too bad. You don't have five minutes, Love."
Angel chuckled, feeling her move. She got off the bed but had to lean back to it, her hands bracing at the very edge as her legs tried to give out. He could see the wobbling of her knees and it made his dick want to come back to life. "Walk much?" he teased.
Buffy blushed, willing her legs to stop shaking. "This is your fault, you know."
He winked. "Better believe it, woman."
When she finally could, Buffy rushed to get cleaned up and they both finished getting dressed and hurried out the door.
OoOoO
"Do you think it's weird that I feel nervous?" Buffy asked along the drive. He glanced over at her and she shrugged. "I mean, I'm excited beyond measure obviously... this is such a big moment but for some reason I feel anxious about it."
"I think that's probably natural, Buffy," he told her. "You've been nervous at every single appointment, especially the ultrasounds and this is a big one as you said. And I think it probably makes it seem more real somehow, like you know what to really be planning for... and can picture the names and the baby in the outfits and all that, Not that we already don't know," he added with a smile.
"Maybe I'm nervous because you're over there so sure and you might be wrong," she joked.
His smile grew. "Never. You know I would be over the moon happy with either a son or a daughter. Hell, hopefully we wind up with one - or more - of each by the time we've decided we've completed our little family. I would feel just as blessed with a little boy. I just happen to know with every fiber of my being that it's a little princess growing in there."
Buffy rubbed her stomach. They would soon know one way or the other, wouldn't they?
She hadn't had an ultrasound in awhile so she was excited to see how much their little peanut had grown. Angel was right, she was always so nervous beforehand but it was such an easy comfort as soon as they found the heartbeat and saw little movements.
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Buffy leaned back against the bed as they waited for the doctor to re-enter with the ultrasound technician. Her stomach was fully exposed, her shirt tucked up underneath the band of her bra. She wasn't sure if it was due to the angle at which she sat or what, but suddenly she had never felt more pregnant. Her hands rested on the swollen evidence of their growing child, using her fingers she gently poked at the bulge, desperately hoping she would feel a nudge in return.
"Stop poking her," Angel joked as he scooted his chair closer to her. Brushing her hands out of the way, he rested his forehead against the side of her rounding belly. Reaching up he laced his fingers through her own, before bringing both their hands to rest against her abdomen.
Buffy rolled her eyes, "Coming from the person who pokes her all the time," she smirked as she ran her fingers through his thick mane with her free hand.
Turning his head, so that his ear lay against her, he feigned horror. "I do not poke my daughter… I poke her mother, while she's sleeping."
Laughing at his antics, Buffy tried once again to tell him how some of the moms in her due date club online, say that sex actually rocks them to sleep in utero. Once again she wished she had a camera to capture the look on his face, "Don't worry babe, I highly doubt she'll remember."
Shaking his head, Angel turned back towards her stomach, whispering things onto her skin that she couldn't quite make out. "I can't wait to feel her rolling around in there, I…" he was interrupted by the sound of a knock on the door. Leaning up just as Dr. Laurence walked in followed closely by who he assumed to be the ultrasound tech, he quickly exchanged pleasantries with each as the tech dimmed the lights.
Dr. Laurence quickly flipped through Buffy's chart. "So, according to your last menstrual and your last sonogram you should be just over sixteen weeks. As long as baby is cooperative we should be able to tell the sex today." Dr. Laurence's eyes bounced between Buffy's and Angel's, "Is that something y'all would like to know," she questioned, a warm smile on her face.
Angel wanted to scream hell yes from the rooftops, but somehow he managed to hold it together and calmly explain their wishes. One night in bed Buffy had convinced him to agree to a Gender Reveal. It was honestly the most ridiculous thing he had ever heard, she was his, he already knew she was a she. He just needed a little affirmation before he could fully rub it into Lindsey's face. Instead, he had agreed to handing the information over to Tara inside a sealed fucking envelope.
They were going to meet all of their friends at the restaurant later, to cut into the cake Tara had made. Unfortunately Lindsey nor Giles could be here in person on such short notice, but they had promised to Skype each of them for the big reveal.
Angel hated the idea, but it was what Buffy had wanted, and what could he say… there wasn't a thing he could deny her.
Buffy gripped his hand, just as the tech squirted some of the blue gel onto her abdomen. Working her lip between her teeth, she held her breath as Dr. Laurence placed the wand to her belly.
Suddenly an image of their baby filled the tv hung in the corner of the room. Each of them were in awe of the very obvious human dancing across the screen. It had been a while since her last scan, at the last one you could definitely see something, but she could have easily been convinced it was a tadpole instead of tiny human. Obviously that was no longer the case, she was amazed at what all could be made out.
Dr. Laurence took a few measurements, all the while reassuring them that everything seemed to be perfectly on track. Snapping a picture of the baby's profile, Buffy could almost swear she saw her own nose. What amazed her most was how active the baby seemed to be, yet she still couldn't feel a thing.
"It seems we may have a thumb sucker," Dr Laurence commented as she measured the bone of the baby's arm. Angel couldn't help but beam with pride as he glanced down at Buffy who was also smiling happily towards the screen.
"Are you feeling any movements yet," Dr. Laurence asked both of them, as she continued taking various measurements of the fetus.
Buffy shook her head no, while Angel questioned when the doctor felt it would be possible for him to feel something.
"Well it looks like Buffy has a posterior placenta, meaning the baby is attached to the backside of her uterus. Usually this means both mom and dad can feel movements a little sooner, and stronger than if her placenta was anterior. I would think sometime over the next week or two, though I wouldn't be concerned if it were a bit longer. A lot of first time parents don't know what they're feeling for, baby's first movements can be a bit misleading."
Dr. Laurence snapped a few more pictures, before typing the words, "See you soon Mom and Dad," snapping one final picture she instructed the tech to turn off the television monitor. "I'm just going to see how cooperative baby is being today,"she reassured them. "Come on little one, stop wiggling," she whispered to the screen peering closely.
"Aha," she smiled over the top of her personal monitor to the beautiful couple. "Do we have a preference?"
Angel cleared his throat in an attempt to play off the lump that was forming. "Girl," he managed as he quickly tried to blink away the tears that threatened to spill.
Buffy simply rolled her eyes, she really didn't care either way but she loved to tease him.
"Boy."
Dr. Laurence simply chuckled to herself, "Well I can assure you that I am absolutely positive one of you will be very happy tonight.".
Snapping one final photo of the babies sex, Dr. Laurence sealed the picture along with a written note into an envelope, as the tech wiped the gel from Buffy's abdomen. Angel helped her sit up, as he took the envelope from the doctor's hands, thanking her once again for everything.
Buffy dressed quickly, and scheduled her next appointment at the front desk for four weeks out. Angel was teetering on the edge, twirling the envelope around. She even caught him attempting to hold it up to the light in order to catch a glimpse of the contents inside. Slapping him playfully, she was glad Tara had agreed to meet them downstairs, she honestly wasn't sure how long she could keep Angel from tearing its contents open.
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Lindsey sat in business class on a plane once again bound for fucking Sunnydale. He knew it was an awful idea, that town was always a fucking awful idea. But when Buffy called him pleading with him to come to the gender reveal and surprise Angel, well he just couldn't bring himself to tell her no.
So here he sat... bound for California. Looking at his watch, he figured it'd be roughly another half hour before the plane landed in LA. He planned on stopping to get something to eat, picking up his rental car and then making his way to Sunnydale... hopefully just in the right time to make his surprise appearance. Buffy had told him not to bring anything when he asked but he knew he'd probably find one thing or another to take along to the little party they had planned.
He hoped to hell and back everything would run smoothly, that he wouldn't run into Darla or any of her minions. He swore daily he wished he'd just grabbed her and choked the life out of her the last time their paths had crossed. He'd been more than tempted and was currently his biggest regret.
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"Please? Just a tiny peek!"
Tara shot Willow a look. "Absolutely not. You can find out when everyone else does," she told her girlfriend softly, continuing to set up the tables for when the guests would arrive. Willow pouted and grumbled about how she didn't know why the two of them couldn't both be the secret keepers. Tara tucked a loose curl behind Willow's ear. "Because everyone would take one look at you and probably know," she said.
"That is probably true. But I don't like this. It's too suspenseful!"
"You won't have long now to wait, I promise."
"Could you give me a hint?"
"I don't really think you can really hint much in this situation, Willow. It's one or the other. And... and you can find out shortly."
Willow sighed dramatically. "Fine!"
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Buffy kept Angel out of the house with her until everything for the party was put together back at their house. They almost rented out the same room as they had their reception out but Buffy thought it might be better to just have a small thing back at their house in the end. It made it feel a little more personal.
When they came inside, the living room on through the kitchen was decorated in lots of blues and pinks. There were balloons, banners, and signage in the living room, a few little tables made out for stations for singing one of the ultrasound profile shots with their guess as to what the gender of their baby would be, a table with a few silly games their friends could play, a name suggestion drop box... In the kitchen their large table was all dressed up. There was a large line of candies, cupcakes, donuts, candies, drinks... anything you could image seemed to be perfectly laid out.
It looked beautiful. As she greeted those who'd already arrived Buffy snapped a few photos on her phone of everything. "This is perfect," she whispered to Tara as she hugged her. Buffy knew Angel would have been just fine being told at the doctor's office but she had always been a "go big" kind of girl, she liked all the cheesy celebrations, making them count and be memorable. And he, at the end of the day, just wanted her to be happy so went with it.
Once Xander and Cordelia arrived, the group all started snacking a little and just catching up as life had been a tad busy the past couple of weeks. Willow went ahead and got Giles on the video chat but said she was having trouble getting in touch with Lindsey. "He don't ever answer his damn phone!" Angel shouted from across the room. Buffy tried not to smile, knowing he'd be arriving soon from the text message she'd snuck a peek at.
"I'll try again in a few minutes," Willow offered then went to go tell a story to Giles real quick.
When the doorbell did ring, Buffy pointed at her husband. "One more surprise," she mouthed to him.
Angel looked confused but went over and opened the door. "Surprise!" Lindsey yelled loudly. "It's a bouncing baby boy! Congratulations all around!"
"What in the hell are you doing here?" Angel asked as the two hugged it out real quick and Angel stepped out of the way to let him join them all inside. Angel looked over at Buffy. "You knew about this?" he asked from across the room.
"I asked him to come," she said, walking closer so she could give him a hug as well. "I have missed you."
"Well, of course you did. You've been stuck with this asshat," he told her. Looking around for a moment, he asked, "So, when we finding out about this son of mine?"
Angel quickly smacked him in the back of his head.
"I never grow tired of the two of you together," Buffy said as she shook her head.
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Everyone gathered out in the backyard with their confetti cannons in hand as Willow moved the phone into its new position so Giles could watch along. She double checked he could see before she grabbed hers back up and went to stand in the yard as well.
"Let's count it down," Lindsey yelled and the group all began to count numbers down from ten until there was a collective little boom from each of them as flutters of pink filled the air around everyone. The breeze felt perfect, moving the small pieces around in the air rather than having them just fall. It looked magical the more she watched it.
Buffy felt a little tear gather in the corner of her eye and Angel's hands were quickly on each side of her as he leaned down to kiss her. "Do I get to say I told you so now?" he teased. Buffy just beamed at him, throwing herself more into his arms as she imagined how perfect of a little girl they were just bound to have, how loved she'd be not only by her and Angel but the little family they'd made over the years. "I definitely get to go tell Lindsey's ass!" he then said and she burst out laughing as she watched the two men have a silent but full of hand gestures moment between them from their positions in the yard.
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Once back inside, Tara shyly handed their envelope back over to them. Buffy and Angel both read the little card the ultrasound tech had left for them and then looked over the photos, including the one that laid out the gender perfectly clear to the couple. Tara handed over the case that had videos of the ultrasound as well that they'd given her earlier.
Buffy hugged Tara again, thanking her for the millionth time tonight.
"I'm just happy you trust me enough and I got to be involved," she said softly.
"Of course. You're family, Tara .Don't forget that." Angel hugged her as well and she thought Tara was going to cry.
Lindsey propped himself up on an elbow off the counter by the sink as he ate a piece of his cake. He pointed at the pink filling that had been added. "So. We're naming the baby Lindsay right?" he asked with a big smile.
"For the love," Angel groaned, pulling away from Tara's embrace to glare once more at Lindsey, who in turn only flashed that million dollar smile his way as he shot him a wink.
Everyone stayed for a while longer, to help the couple clean up. Well Cordelia mostly just supervised Xander, pointing and telling him where to pick up this or place that. Angel had attempted to tell Willow and Tara not to worry about the mess, especially not after everything that they had gone through setting this up for them. However neither of them even pretended to entertain his notions, each grabbing a trash bag, walking through the house tossing empty cups, and used paper plates inside.
With so many people it didn't take long for the remnants of the party to disappear. Once everything was picked up, and after many assurances from both Buffy and Angel that they could handle the rest, their friends finally began to trickle out after one last round of hugs and congratulations.
Leaving only Lindsey behind, Angel reminded himself to ask where he was staying. He still couldn't believe he had flown all the way out here for him, he couldn't believe Buffy had actually pulled it off. She was normally terrible with surprises, not that he minded, he actually found it adorable how they always just bubbled from her lips. Grabbing what was left of the cake from the dining room, he followed behind his wife into the kitchen.
Finally having her alone, he quickly sat the cake down, and spun her around, as he lifted her up to sit atop the counter next to the sink. Stepping between her thighs, he slipped his hand under the blouse she was wearing, placing it gently on the swell of her belly. "Mmm, I can't wait to feel her," he told her, his lips brushing hers.
Kissing her softly, he could still taste the slightest hint on strawberry from the cake she had eaten earlier. "We're having a daughter," he whispered, his face pressed close to hers.
Buffy quickly pressed her lips to his once more, "Mmm-hmm, but I thought you already knew that," she teased, kissing him lightly between words.
Angel's hand abandoned his perch on her belly to travel up her thighs, and around to her ass, pulling her closer to him. "I did, but it's nice to have it confirmed," he told her, his cock beginning to come alive between them.
"She definitely has your nose."
Buffy beamed up at him, she had thought maybe she was just imagining things earlier when she saw that same thing during their scan. "I think so too," she told him softly.
There was a shift in the air around them, wrapped in his arms, staring into his eyes, the world once again seemed to fade away. It was one of those moments that she was sure couldn't possibly be real, there was no way this was her life. Any second now they were sure to wake up, miles away from each other.
She couldn't possibly be this lucky, they couldn't be this lucky. Closing her eyes she once again said a silent thanks to whatever heavens were watching out for them.
Trailing her hand down the front of his shirt, her fingers fell below his belt as she lightly traced the outline of his hardened shaft through his trousers. Momentarily forgetting they weren't alone, she leaned up, nuzzling his ear as she whispered how badly she wanted to feel him inside of her.
"Jesus Christ," Lindsey groaned as he walked into the kitchen carrying the few dishes that weren't disposable. "Look, unfortunately the hotels in Sunnydale were all booked due to some supernatural convention bullshit. So y'all are stuck with me for the next few days." The look of shock on Angel's face didn't go unnoticed by Lindsey as he continued, "I'd say we've all grown closer than we'd planned over the last few months… I really don't need any visuals of the two of you doing anything unmentionable, so if it's not too much trouble can ya at least try to keep it contained to the bedroom?"
A blush crept over Buffy, as Angel rolled his eyes and glared at his best friend. "Oh what fun," Angel dead panned.
Leaning down to kiss his wife once more, he gently helped her down from the counter. Quietly telling her that she should rest, he looked Lindsey's way, as he assured her that they could handle the rest of the clean up.
Nodding in agreement, she could definitely use a shower. Buffy told Lindsey that he was welcome to the guest room, but he would have to deal with the boxes of baby furniture, and other various items that they had accumulated… most of which were from him. The bed was still clear, but other than that there wasn't much space, not that he would need it for just a couple days, but still.
"Or you can always take the couch," Angel chimed in from the other side of the kitchen, "Ya know, far away from my bedroom.".
Lindsey let out a hearty laugh, "Why if I didn't know any better O'connor I'd say you sound jealous." Smirking, he moved closer to Buffy, reaching out both hands he covered the expanse of the bump containing his niece.
Angel had never been a fan of anyone touching his wife, he especially wasn't a fan of anyone touching a part of her that he felt was so intimately his. He had considered on more than one occasion purchasing her one of those shirts that read "If you didn't put it in here, don't touch the bump."
"Lindsey," Angel gritted out in warning.
Buffy couldn't help but giggle at the two of them, they really should have been brothers. They pissed each other off, just as much as they loved each other. Still, she often wondered how they hadn't killed each other at some point. Lord knows they were definitely the type to punch their differences out.
Ignoring Angel's warning, Lindsey laughed as he leaned down to talk to Buffy's stomach. "What's that little Lindsay," he joked placing his ear flush against her extended belly.
Buffy was just about to push him away, knowing Angel had just about reached his limit with his little charade, when she felt the oddest sensation. It was as though someone was thumping her, but from the inside. Obviously, Lindsey had felt it too as he quickly pulled away from her, his eyes growing wide.
"What the hell was that," he stammered.
It took Buffy a few seconds to realize what had just happened. Pressing her own hand to her stomach, she felt one more little jab, almost to ensure her that she-they hadn't imagined it, before it disappeared again.
Angel stood slack jawed, his eyes bouncing between the two of them. He had not just fucking witnessed Lindsey experience that, no.
Buffy's eyes locked with Angel's, the look on his face devastated her. She wasn't sure what to do or say to make right now any less difficult.
"She just kicked me, didn't she?" Lindsey asked, pulling away completely from Buffy. "Miracle of life and all... but that shit is weird," he muttered. He made a face to convey how disturbing he found the whole thing and threw his hands up and walked off.
Angel kept his mouth shut. He knew it wasn't intentional even though it still utterly pissed him off. He didn't need Lindsey feeling bad about yet another thing and putting a damper on this important day. When Buffy came back to him, throwing herself in his arms trying to apologize he kissed her swiftly. "It's not something you can control, Buffy," he told her, pushing his own feelings - which logical or not were very much there - down the best that he could.
"I don't think I would have even noticed if I wasn't so focused on Lindsey being goofy," she tried to offer.
Angel kissed the crown of her blonde locks and rubbed his hands across her stomach. "I love you. Go take your shower and lay down to relax if you want. I'm going to finish cleaning up and putting a few things away. Maybe go in there and get all this "boy" related shit Lindsey's been sending us in a big pile ready to go back to the stores they came from."
At that, Buffy smiled a little.
Once undressed and under the hot spray of the shower, Buffy placed her hands on either side of her belly button. "Now listen here, Little Miss, that was some awful timing on your part. You're little so I'll let it slide," she joked in a quiet whisper, "but you had better help me make this up to your Daddy here soon, my love. We love Uncle Lindsey very much but he can't keep stealing these moments from Daddy and expect to survive too long, you know."
Closing her eyes and turning around so the water hit against her back now, Buffy let her mind drift. She thought of the ultrasound photos and how she could see little hints of herself in the profile photos, she imagined what she would look like at the next scan, when she was born... she often wondered if she'd have her light blonde hair or Angel's dark features, her green eyes or Angel's chocolate ones... if she would be a tiny little thing as she'd been when she was born or take more after Angel on that side of things as well.
Buffy also let her mind wander to both her mother and to Angel's. How she wished she had both of them here for this, she knew how happy they would have been to have a grandchild, they'd been those perfect grandmother's you always dream about or see depicted in books and movies. They were so different as women but it would have been the perfect balance.
Buffy wished she had them to ask questions to, to compare pregnancy stories with, ask things she never thought to ask when either of them were still alive. She wished she had them for advice, for the celebrations, to know when she was freaking out over something when she was really here that she could call them and they'd walk her through whatever it was, to have their strength behind her.
Going into this journey of motherhood was one of those things that made not having a mother of her own so damn difficult.
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After throwing on a pair of panties and one of Angel's shirts, Buffy climbed into bed. She spotted a few of the items he must have brought up while she was in the shower and pulled them into her lap, along with her baby journal that she needed to update before she forgot. She looked over the photos once more, the "best guess" plaque, and started shifting through the little cards of name suggestions. "We so cannot name you Lindsay," she whispered, looking down at her stomach.
She'd mentioned to Angel once before she kind of wanted to get suggestions for names but if nothing ever one hundred percent jumped out at both of them then she'd want to just see what the baby looked like and see which one "felt" right when the time came. He had then proceeded to drive her batty by randomly throwing out names he knew she would never in a million years agree to just to tease her.
She made a pile of names she might consider then put the rest back in the box. She'd start a list she supposed as well of these and start really giving it some thought.
As she was cleaning up her small little mess, Buffy smiled as she thought about the nursery. She could really fix it up now and her mind thought of exactly what she wanted. There was no denying how excited she was to finally know for sure their little peanut was a girl and she could decorate and plan, buy all the cute clothing under the sun... if she'd felt up to it she was pretty sure she'd have dragged Angel out of here tonight to start looking at all the things at every store she could think of for them to go.
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"How are my girls?" Angel whispered in her ear.
Buffy stirred a little, feeling Angel meld against her. She hadn't remembered falling asleep but knew she must've. "Mmm, much better now," she mumbled, cuddling closer to his warmth. "I like the sound of that more than ever," she told him, her eyes still closed. "Your girls."
One hand slipped under the hem of her shirt, coming to rest on her little bump as he kissed her neck.
"Every day I feel like my brain thinks up something along the lines of it couldn't possibly get better than this, than how it is right now... and then the next day comes and it's just a little brighter. Or, some days quite a bit brighter than the one before it. I don't remember ever being this happy though, Angel."
He kissed her again. "I know what you mean, my love. It seems impossible to think we're here some days."
Buffy sighed. She silently willed their lovely daughter to make some sort of appearance but there seemed to be absolutely silence from her ever since the whole Lindsey fiasco. She laid there and tried to describe to Angel what it had felt like from her end. It had been so brief and hard to describe or compare it to anything but she did her best. She knew he would feel her soon enough but it still stung that he missed that first motion. It even bothered her that it wasn't something she got to share with him but there wasn't much she could do about that now. She reminded herself that it could have happened at any time and she might not have even been anywhere near Angel when she first felt that sensation.
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Cowritten with Scribes1015!