"I can hear you from my damn room!" Lindsey yelled at the closed bedroom door, as he passed it by to put some space between him and the live action porno that seemed to be playing out in the room next to his. Blanket and pillow in hand, he shook his head as he took the steps down to the living area. Muttering the entire time about sex fiends, and how he should of just booked a hotel in Los Angeles.

Flopping down on the couch he could still hear the faintest rapping of the headboard slamming into the wall. Grabbing the remote off the coffee table, he turned on some old B rated horror movie about Valentines Day.

Hitting the volume button, he turned it up loud enough to drown out the noise from upstairs. As he finally began drifting off to sleep, he couldn't help but notice the resemblance between Angel and the fucking creepo on the television… how fucking weird was the last thought he remembered before sleep overtook him.

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Angel collapsed to the side of her, taking care not to place any of his weight onto her stomach. He wanted to tell her how beautiful she was, how amazing, how much it turned him on knowing that they were going to have a daughter. Unfortunately, he lacked the oxygen to do so. Settling instead for a breathy I love you, next to her ear as he gasped, trying to regain control of his breathing.

She turned her face towards his capturing his lips one more time in an attempt to convey her love for him, since she too was unable to form words at the moment. Their sticky bodies lay entwined with one another, her fingers rested on the side of his face gently stroking his brow, as his hand remained on its faithful position atop their daughter.

She felt absolutely terrible, she knew how badly it hurt him that he wasn't the first to feel his baby move, but then having to witness Lindsey experience it before him… well she knew it hurt, no matter how badly he tried to hide it.

"I'm so sorry," she told him again, once she managed to regain some control of her breathing.

He simply sighed in response, kissing the tip of her nose, his fingers continued to dance on the rounded curve of her belly. Nibbling his way up her jaw line, he whispered just below her ear, "I told you, it's not your fault. Besides, I kind of like the fact that Lindsey's bullshit already pisses her off,".

"Mmm, I know," she answered, tilting her head to give him better access to her neck. "But still, I wanted to experience that with you too," she sighed sadly.

Angel knew what she meant, he knew it was completely out of their control, but it still stung. It seemed like Lindsey was getting to experience all these big moments that were supposed to be his. Sliding his body back on top of hers, he made sure to balance his weight on his arms to keep from crushing her. "Well from now on, everyone needs to keep their damn hands off," he told her between kisses.

Sucking her bottom lip between her teeth, she met his eyes nodding in agreement. She knew that would be nearly impossible the further along she got, but she planned to be firm… at least until Angel felt her too.

Feeling his warm length pulse between them, she gently rocked her hips against his own as she slowly felt his hard shaft coming back to life, her need for him never ending. Before she could protest, he began nipping and sucking a path down her neck, between her breasts, he quickly made his way to the place he craved most.

Using his hands to spread her thighs, he immediately began lavishing her hot center. Sucking her clit between his lips, her head instantly turned into the pillow next to her, her knuckles white from the grip she held on its case. She knew Lindsey must have heard them, it was well after two in the morning, biting her tongue she tried desperately to muffle the sounds that were escaping her.

Angel showed her no mercy, not relenting in the slightest he slid one of his fingers into her slick channel just as her hips began to buck underneath him. He just loved to watch her come undone, he was positive one day he would cum from that sight alone.

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The next morning Lindsey had made sure to bang on their door at the ass crack of dawn. They had damn near kept him up all night, he wasn't about to fucking let them sleep in. When they hadn't responded to his pounding, he rolled his eyes and threw the door open once again. Angels head immediately popped up from its place behind Buffy.

"I swear to god if you don't stop bursting in my room, one of these days I'm going to break your fucking nose," he murmered his voice raspy from sleep, as he made sure that Buffy was fully covered by the comforter.

Lindsey just smiled at Angel as he stepped over the threshold into his bedroom. His grin grew as he made his way over to their bed, dropping to his knees he knelt next to where Buffy still slept. His hand was just about to reach out to shake Buffy awake, when Angel's hand shot out, grasping his wrist, stopping his movements in their track.

"You're pushing your limits boy," Angel growled out, his grip unrelenting.

Buffy attempted to snuggle deeper into the warm body behind her for a few seconds until she felt how tense he seemed to be. Blinking her eyes open, she nearly jumped at the sight of Lindsey next to her bed. He'd obviously been taunting Angel, who she knew was teetering on edge concerning his antics.

"What is going on," she mumbled, pulling the blanket all the way up to her face.

Lindsey shook his hand free from Angel's grasp, "Come on, don't be jealous. Just cause little Lindsay likes me more, doesn't mean you have to go acting all salty. I'm supposed to be the cool uncle remember, our bond is strong."

Lindsey laughed as he stood and turned to make his way back out of their room . "Now off your ass, and on your feet, let's go fucking eat," he sang as he shut the door behind him, in an attempt to give them some privacy to dress.

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Buffy sat between the two at the little cafe downtown, they had been bickering since before they left the house. Needing a break, she stood, using the excuse of having to pee. Not that either of them had really even noticed her departure, they were too busy arguing over astronauts and cavemen.

Shaking her head, she walked through the bathroom door, accidentally bumping into the person on the other side. Her eyes grew wide as she took in her friend's appearance from what seemed a lifetime ago.

Just as she was about to open her mouth to ask Fred just what in the world she was doing here, someone else from her past stepped out of the bathroom stall. Her eyes met the icy coldness of the blonde staring back at her.

"Darla?"

Buffy felt like her throat was closing in as she stared at Darla face to face for the first time since that night in the hotel. Buffy's hands moved instinctively to the front of her stomach to try and protect her unborn daughter in case Darla got any ideas flowing in that whacked out brain of hers.

Buffy tried to mentally estimate how many steps she'd made, how far the door was from where she was right now, or how many to get back to Lindsey and Angel. She also briefly wondered if she could yell out loud enough that she'd get their attention, too.

"Well, well," Darla drawled out, taking a step closer to her. Her heels were loud as they echoed in the small bathroom. "Isn't it the Itty Bitty Bitch," she snapped. "Live! And in person." Darla's eyes were like that of a snake and they trailed from Buffy's face down to her growing stomach. Buffy felt her hands ready to turn into fists and just at the fucking woman's face. It was well past time someone knocked this witch out.

"What in the fuck do you even want, Darla?" Buffy spat out.

"You..." she answered as though that was the most obvious thing in the world, continuing, "You... Out. Of. My. Way." It didn't go over anyone's heads that she meant that phrase for well past where she was standing.

Buffy swallowed as she looked from Darla to Fred briefly. Her stomach dropped even more as she looked at the small brunette.. unable to believe that sweet little Fred Burkle was part of this, she had to be. Fred was, for whatever reason, tied up with the damn woman who was hellbent on destroying her and Angel's lives and right now it was set out in pure black and white how deep Darla's stalking had gone into her life. Buffy felt as though she had been violated way too many damn times by these fucking Pratt people.

For what it was worth, which was absolutely nothing, Fred had looked shocked upon seeing her and now looked sickly apologetic. But that didn't really matter, Buffy knew that there was nothing Fred could say to explain this away.

"May-maybe we sh-shouldn't do any of this... here," Fred suggested to them softly.

Darla's head turned to the side slightly, twinkling, and she got one of those famous smiles slowly spreading across her face. "And why not, Fred?" she asked. "It's just us girls, isn't it? What's the harm?"

"Darla, I really think-"

Darla held up a hand to silence Fred. She sneered, stepping around Buffy toward the sink and began washing her hands. "If you want to run and scamper off like the little worthless mouse you are then so be it. The big girls have things to discuss."

Buffy couldn't say she'd been in many physical fights in her lifetime but she had always been able to handle herself. Then, after all that went down with Darla's goddamn brother, she had taken a number of kickboxing classes and self defense courses as well. Hell, one she'd even done right alongside Fred not very long before she'd decided to try and come back to Angel. Given the fact that she was pregnant though, it made her feel more uneasy than she would have liked. But she knew she'd be ready just in case.

Fred opened her mouth as if she were going to say something but quickly shut it back in a tight line. She shook her head just a tiny bit and slowly made her way toward the door, slinking out.

"It's kind of cute, you know. That you honestly think in that little head of yours that you and Angel are going to have this happily ever after thing still," Darla told her, turning around. The small of her back brushed against the white sink. "That worked out so well the first time around, didn't it?"

Buffy's jaw clenched. "Darla, there is nothing you can do to us this time. Why don't you just give it up and move on with your pathetic little life?"

"Nothing I can do?" Darla asked, her eyes closing into tiny little slits. "You wanna bet about that?"

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Lindsey leaned back in his seat, taking in the empty one. He'd made mention of Buffy not being back yet and had gotten himself another load of those too much goddamn information tales. As Angel explained, without missing a beat, how sometimes if the baby was in a certain position Buffy could need to pee more often, or how she could go use the bathroom and need to already again by the time she'd gotten to the door.

He was never more thankful he was not a woman the more he learned about these things.

He took a bite of his toast and looked back at the little area where the bathrooms were, seeing a young woman coming out as fast as she could. She looked like she'd seen a ghost.

She also looked familiar which sent bells ringing in his head as he tried to place her. He elbowed at Angel and before he could finish asking what that was for, Lindsey pointed at the girl just before she made it to the front door of the restaurant.

As soon as Angel said her name it just sort of clicked, he remembered a few things he'd seen in files he'd been putting together about this Fred character. Angel muttering how she looked like Buffy's old neighbor back in Texas didn't make him feel any more at ease and he was up out of his seat in no time.

Angel right behind him.

Lindsey paused for just a moment before swinging the door to the women's bathroom wide open and stepping inside. Angel quickly brushed past him from behind and went rushing over to Buffy. With the distraction, Darla thought she'd be smart and make it out of there but Lindsey's arm quickly reached out and grabbed her by the hair as she tried to flee. He yanked her back as hard as he could which made her yelp, her hands flying up to try and pry his fingers off of her.

"You okay, Buf?" he asked, looking over to where she and Angel were. Buffy nodded a little. He glanced back to the other blonde and could see a little blood trickling from her nose and what looked to be a bruise forming. "Why won't you just give it the fuck up, Darla?"

Someone clearing their throat at the door got everyone's attention. A small group of people who worked at the restaurant, plus a few regular ol' bystanders, had formed a little group in the little space between the two restrooms. "Is there a problem here?" one blonde guy dared to ask. "Do we need to, like, call the police or something?"

Lindsey tightened his grip on Darla's hair. "Actually, I think that would be a perfect idea. Please do."

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Buffy had tears in her eyes as Angel asked her if she were okay, his eyes and hands roamed over her checking for any sight of wounds. She tried to assure him that she was okay, but she couldn't seem to form a single word. Angel grabbed her trembling hands between his own, meeting her eyes, he hated the fear he saw lurking there. Guiding her to one of the chairs set up in the corner of the room, he instructed her to sit as he once again checked her over for any injuries.

Buffy was all too aware of Darla's eyes following her throughout the room. Her hands went back to her stomach, resting on top of Angel's. The danger of the situation she had just been in finally hitting her. "I'm sorry Angel, I'm so sorry," she sobbed into the side of his neck, as he crouched beside her.

"How pathetic, I can't believe you still fall for her little miss innocent routine," Darla spat, ignoring the fist wrapped in her hair. She certainly hadn't planned on things going this way when she woke up, but what could she say… she was flexible.

"Tears were always your weakness, darling," she had the audacity to pur towards Angel.

This bitch was seriously fucking delusional. Wiping the tears from her eyes, Buffy momentarily forgot her condition as anger coursed through her veins. Jumping from the chair she sat in, she launched toward Darla, ready to attack the fucking psychopath. She had nearly reached her, her fist posed ready to strike when she felt a strong pair of arms pinning her in place.

Angel's arms quickly wrapped around his wife's tiny frame as Lindsey shouted at him to get her out of here. Mindful not to hurt her, he excused himself as he walked them through the crowd of onlookers that had gathered around the bathroom. Guiding her back to the table, he pulled her down into his lap, not quite trusting her not to go after Darla again.

"Calm down," he told her, his hand slipping beneath the t-shirt she had thrown on this morning, to cover the expanse of her bulging belly. "You can't just attack her Buffy, you could've gotten hurt, she could have gotten hurt," he emphasized their daughters presence by gently rubbing her stomach.

She knew he was right, but she had to admit it would have fucking felt amazing to connect with that bitches face, even if it was just once. Closing her eyes she took a deep breath and exhaled, trying to calm herself. She had been careless, and suddenly she felt as though she was getting her first dose of that mother's guilt everyone always talked about. Tears once again filled her eyes, as she began to apologize, "Shhh, beautiful. It's not your fault," he attempted to reassure her as she fell apart in his arms.

Grabbing a napkin from the table she blew her nose, and wiped at the mascara she knew was running from her eyes. She was just about to speak when she felt a strong jab just below Angel's palm, which was quickly followed by a series of smaller movements, that were definitely weaker, but could still very much be felt.

Angel looked stunned for a minute as he realized just what exactly he was experiencing. It was the most amazing feeling in the whole entire world, he poked at her stomach a couple more times in an attempt to garner another reaction from his daughter, but she had seemed to still.

The world, Darla, Lindsey, all of the bystanders seemed to fade away for a second as he committed this moment to his memory. It was Buffy's voice that brought him out of his trance, "Her timing is freaking impeccable," she muttered sarcastically. Angel reached up, touching her chin, he turned her head his way, "Her timing is perfect, she's perfect," he assured her before quickly placing a quick kiss to her lips.

The sirens outside pulled him from the trance he was in, reminding him of the situation they were currently dealing with. Finagling his way from under Buffy, he made her swear to stay put. He needed to check on Lindsey, but more importantly he needed to know that she was safe.

She could tell that he was torn between staying by her side and helping his best friend. She still felt uneasy, but she was safe for now. Even though she didn't know where Fred had ran off too, she didn't think she was stupid enough to try anything now. Not surrounded by so many people, not to mention the police.

"Go, help Lindsey. I promise we'll be okay," she told him as they watched another cop car pull up to the cafe.

A few police had already made their way into the bathroom, he could only imagine the story that Darla was spinning.

"Don't move," he instructed Buffy, as he took off making his way back through the throngs of people standing in his way.

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Lindsey watched as Angel led Buffy safely from the bathroom. Not releasing his hold on her hair, he roughly guided Darla to the chair Buffy had just been occupying. "You know what I don't understand," he directed towards the sadistic blonde.

"How he could knowingly fuck that cheerleader without a condom," Darla quipped, the animosity clear in her voice.

Lindsey smacked her upside the back of her head. "Actually I was wondering if all women's restrooms looked like this. I mean I might be able to get behind this whole genderless bathroom movement, if it means we get sofas and frilly shit like this."

Circling around to crouch in front of her, he made sure that they were eye level before the next words left his mouth.

"What's your game here Darla? What are you playing at? He married her… again. You're not going to come between that."

For half a second he could of swore that he saw a flicker of emotion behind her icy stare. Of course she had to go and ruin the moment by laughing like the fucking maniac she was.

"Oh Lindsey," she purred, trailing one of her legs up the inside of his thigh. "Isn't it obvious? Angel belongs to me, and you know how I am about sharing things that are mine."

Shoving her leg away from him, he couldn't believe how off the fucking rocker she seemed. He had known Darla for years, she had always been obsessed with Angel, but never once did he think she would take things this far.

Seeing her, acting like this with his own eyes made him truly terrified for Buffy. It was clear to him now, that there was nothing Darla wasn't willing to do, no lines she wouldn't cross to ensure there was nothing in her way.

Lindsey turned towards the doorway when he heard a commotion coming towards him, glancing back at Darla he was amazed at the transformation that took place before his eyes. Gone was the evil, conniving, maniacal woman that was there seconds ago. In her place sat, a helpless little blonde, sobbing uncontrollably, about being attacked.

In an instant, Lindsey was ripped from his position next to Darla and thrown against the wall. His cheek pressed into the jagged brick as his hands were placed behind his back, the cool metal of handcuffs latched onto his wrists.

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