Before she knew it, Buffy found the nursery coming together. Angel had moved the guest bed out, he and Xander had nearly finished painting it to her liking once before she changed her mind on the color and started over and finished, he'd rearranged the room as it began to fill out and she was absolutely in love with it.
The closet was still a bit of a disaster with clothes needing to be gone through and some of the items still in boxes such as the car seats and strollers, more of the baby proofing supplies they'd not gotten around to just yet, but she felt excitement every time she walked into the room.
She couldn't wait to have their little girl in her arms and showing this little haven to her for the first time once they made it home, rocking her in the corner of the room as she sang soft lullabies, walking her around the room as she was fussy and unable to sleep... Sometimes it felt like time was flying by now, other times like it was all dragging on. She couldn't believe that she was about to be entering her third trimester, but that still meant they had months before they would be able finally meet their little one.
Every morning she still woke up, and for a few seconds fear would grip her before opening her eyes, not believing that any of this could possibly be real. She thanked the heavens every single day for the second chances she'd been graced with, knowing not everyone was as blessed as they were.
There was definitely no questioning her pregnancy now, she both looked and felt as though she'd swallowed a basketball. Her breast, that at one point had been so small she'd been self conscious of them, seemed to have tripled in size, she was definitely rounding a full C cup. Which of course Angel had absolutely no objection too, other than the fact that most men seemed to notice her boobs before her belly.
After a certain testosterone fest at the movies one night, she'd eliminated nearly all v-necks from her wardrobe. Everything she read, had said that she should expect them to grow even larger after the baby was here, and her milk came in, however she honestly wasn't even sure that was possible. She'd been lucky so far regarding stretch marks, though she had always been adamant about moisturizing, even before her pregnancy, still she had spotted a few on her hips the other day.
Despite all the changes to her body, she loved being pregnant. She especially loved watching her stomach go crazy at night, mostly when Angel would cuddle up next to her, whispering all kinds of things to her rounded belly. She knew it sounded crazy, but she would almost swear that the baby already knew the sound of Angel's voice. Willow, Xander, even Cordy had tried to feel her kick at one point or another, but as soon as they touched her it was as if the baby would immediately still, shying away from the stranger's touch. Between that, and her little episode with kicking Lindsey in the face, she was starting to think she shared her Daddy's personality as well.
Thankfully Darla had all but disappeared from their lives after her last little fiasco in the cafe bathroom. It had led to a rough couple of weeks, but eventually things settled back down to their own little version of normal. They were still cautious, she had been going into the office with Angel the one day a week he had meetings, and he'd hardly left her side other than when she was working at the Preschool. Still there had been no sightings of her around Sunnydale, and according to Lindsey's sources she had vacated the apartment she was renting just outside town.
None of them were ever able to find anything on Fred, but that didn't surprise her. Knowing everything that she did now, she highly doubted and was even less convinced that was her real name.
Pulling her latest sonogram photo from the envelope the doctor had given her last week, she opened the little white picture frame that read "Daddy's Girl" in soft pink letters and slipped the picture inside. Setting the frame on top of the dresser, she took one last look around the room, convinced that there was nothing more she could do today, she walked out, making sure to shut the door behind her.
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Angel was dozing on the couch when she came down the stairs. "Did you ever talk to Lindsey about the baby shower," Lindsey had been adamant about not returning to Sunnydale until the baby was born, but she knew how much his presence would mean to Angel. Especially since they were going to co-ed route, Willow and Tara had insisted on her throwing her one, despite her protests that they had everything they could ever need.
"Nope."
Urging him to scoot, she sat on the couch, running her fingers through his hair as he laid his head back across her lap. Their daughter once again instantly coming alive to the sound of his voice. "You didn't talk to him?"
Angel turned so that he was facing her covered stomach, inching her shirt up, he placed a single kiss just next to her belly button. "No, I talked to him… his answer was nope. It's not a big deal, you know how much he hates it here."
He was pretty sure his new favorite pastime was seeing the reactions he could get from Buffy's belly. He never thought that he could fall more in love with her, but it was thought every single day she woke up more beautiful. As far as he was concerned there wasn't a sexier sight in this world, than that of her carrying his child.
He loved every single thing about her body, the fullness of her breast, the thickening of her hips, the curve of her stomach. Now that she was finally showing, her pregnancy undeniable, he couldn't seem to keep his hands off of her. He'd even garnered the courage to verify their sexual activities weren't hurting the baby last week at her appointment.
Her doctor had simply laughed, blushing slightly as she assured him that any and all normal sexual activity was perfectly fine in a pregnancy with no complications. Which thankfully Buffy's pregnancy had been, despite all the stress they went through with the whole Darla debacle. He couldn't imagine watching his daughter grow inside his wife, and not be allowed to touch her, to make love to her, no that would be the ultimate torment.
"Maybe we can Skype him, that way he doesn't feel left out."
Angel's only response was to groan something about leaving him out on purpose, fucker had a habit of stealing the damn show anyways.
Grabbing her phone, she mindlessly scrolled through facebook for a few minutes, as her free hand continued to run through his smooth hair. They'd barely left the house all weekend, after the last few weeks of shopping for necessities, and getting the nursery ready, they had barely had any downtime. Well at least not on the weekends, she held a whole new understanding of tired now that she was experiencing growing a human inside of her.
Some days it took everything in her not to just say the hell with it and turn in her notice to the preschool. It wasn't that she didn't love her job, it was just the further a long she got, the harder it became to imagine not spending every possible second with their baby once she was here.
Clicking her phone off, her attention returned to the man in her lap who was now lightly snoring, his forehead pressed firmly against her. They would have to go into Wolfram & Hart tomorrow, she knew he had at least half a days worth of meetings.
It had taken some time, but eventually most of his co-workers had warmed back up to her presence, especially Lorne. He always made sure to stop by and ask how things were going with her and the baby on days he knew that she was there. Of course there were still a few people who looked like they couldn't be more annoyed with her presence at the office, and then there were those people who still looked downright confused.
She couldn't really blame anyone for that, especially those not close to them and had seen their endless drama play out from far off on the sidelines and only knew bits and pieces of what had happened. She didn't exactly feel like shifting through the past and explaining it to anyone either so she let it lie.
She had gotten rather comfortable back in the building, though, and that was saying a lot. She didn't find herself harping on the bad memories that had ever came to pass anymore and actually hadn't in some time now. Instead, Buffy found herself smiling as she walked hand in hand with him, joking with co-workers in the elevators, busying herself around his office or just anywhere she could find a place to be helpful or someone to go chat with. It was easily a second home for her when she was there again and it struck her how much she missed that, it wasn't really something she'd given much thought to before then.
Wolfram And Hart had been such a big part of his life and she didn't want it to be forever seen in a negative light.
Getting a little more comfortable without disturbing him, Buffy prayed Baby Girl would lay off her bladder for awhile to let Angel nap. She reached around and barely managed to grab one of her notebooks that was on the end table next to her with her fingertips. Clicking the pen attached to it, she began looking over the first few pages... she'd scattered these small little books all over the house for in the event a name idea hit her, or she'd see something she wanted to look more into later, having those first bouts of the famous nesting urges hit here every now and then she also kept lists of everything she felt needed to be done before the baby got here all over the place.
Usually it made her feel better and she liked having a plan and getting things checked off as time went on, yet other times it felt very, very overwhelming. Sometimes she wondered if they should just hire someone to come deep clean the hell out of this place top to bottom for them. The nursery filled her with happiness about setting it up, everywhere else could give her anxiety if she thought too much about it. They had time, she knew that, but good lord could it feel like it was slipping away at times. She couldn't wait to have their little girl in her arms but she thought she'd truly miss being pregnant, too.
Angel was so great about going with her randomness, he always up for buying any cute outfit or toy or whatever she saw and her heart desired if they passed it by, he was always making sure that she didn't push herself too hard doing anything, he would spend all day cleaning or putting things together if she asked.
She looked around the room to think of at least a few things she could get done today around the living room at least before turning her thoughts back to Lindsey. She wondered if she could convince him to come to the baby shower better than Angel but truthfully she doubted it. He'd told more than once he wasn't stepping a foot in California at all until there was a baby... not even a baby on the way, he wanted confirmation the baby was here before he hopped on any plane at all. He was over the drama concerning Darla. He was still trying to dig more into where she had ran off to and what she was up to but he only got whispers of things and every time seemed to drag him down a dead end road.
She was sure they could find some way to include him though, and she didn't doubt he'd do his best to upstage everyone at the shower somehow or another. That was just classic Lindsey. She sure wished to see him though and didn't doubt even with all his grumblings Angel secretly wished for it too.
Since losing his parents, and all that had happened between them, Lindsey was often seen as the only other person he really had. He had no trouble going to Xander or Willow if it concerned her but that was it, if he had a problem you could bet ninety nine percent of the time he still wasn't comfortable with them like he was once upon a time.
She only hoped as time went on those bridges could continued to mend, too. They had come a long way but it wasn't like it used to be and she worried at times - especially with the baby on the way - that it might not ever get back to that. Since they'd faced so much tragedy with family passing away these people were all they had and were the most important people who'd be in Baby Girls' life and she'd hate if there was always that invisible wall between them and her husband.
Hearing her phone go off, Buffy grabbed it back up and smiled as Willow was once again asking her if she'd got her wish lists together yet and reminded her there was only so much time before the actual shower. Rolling her eyes, she replied that no one even needed to get them anything but whatever she would receive would be fine and she would love it.
"Not good enough!" came Willow's reply along with a photo of her looking stressed out.
Buffy couldn't help but laugh, which woke Angel finally. He groggily asked how long he'd been out. "You look beat," she told him, rubbing a hand through his head once more before he sat down beside her. She missed his warmth but at this point she really did need to use the bathroom before she exploded.
As she stood up Angel grabbed the notepad from her and looked it over.
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Angel yawned as he stood up and stretched. Looking over her living room list once more he thought he could knock a thing or two off before he made them something to eat. He was sure between now and the time the baby was here some of these things would have to be done all over again but he wasn't arguing with the pregnant woman hell bent on cleaning every inch of this place.
The house was slowly transforming into one of expecting parents and it made his heart burst with endless joy as he thought how far they'd already come. Never before Buffy had he even gave thought to wanting a child and then it had killed him for so long that he thought they'd missed their chance for all of this. And now.. here they were, life was so close to perfect it hurt.
Angel's head turned toward the upstairs as he heard movement and as he took in the sight of her standing there aimlessly typing something into her phone again the mere sight of her took his breath away. Throwing the small tablet down on the coffee table, the menial tasks he'd set out to do instantly forgotten, as thoughts of much more pleasurable ways to spend their evening infiltrated his mind.
Buffy had been too engrossed in her conversation with Willow to even notice her husband approaching, much less the look of raw hunger that graced his features. The next thing she knew she was being back into the wall next to the stairs, his warm body spinning hers in place. Taking the phone from her hand, he carefully tossed it onto the closest surface, before returning his hungry gaze to her own, kissing her in a way that had her toes instantly curling.
Breaking away from her mouth, he randomly nipped and sucked patches of skin down and around her throat. As soon as she had opened her eyes this morning, she'd hopped from their bed, list in hand of things she planned for them to accomplish before days end. Utterly demolishing his fantasies of doing nothing but her all day. Nuzzling his nose against her own, he smiled between the soft kisses he placed to her lips. "Let's go to bed," he groaned, half pleading with her to just give in.
"It's barely six," she breathed, though she already knew there was no way she was going to deny him.
"Mmm, I plan to take my time," he told her as his hands glided over down over legging clad ass, easily lifting her, he urged her to wrap her thighs around his waist. Biting back a moan as his aching member finally came into contact with her wet heat, it was getting to the point where they had to be creative when they made love, in order not to squish Peanut. "I got you," he assured her, feeling the tension in her body at being held, as if he would ever let her fall.
Relaxing in his arms, she began leaving a wet trail of kisses up his neck, around his Adam's apple, making sure to nip at the spot just below his ear which she knew drove him absolutely wild. The hell with the list, words were no longer needed, as she wrapped her arms firmly around his neck and he carefully began his ascent up the stairs.
Reaching their bedroom, he carefully deposited her on the bed, watching her bounce a bit as he quickly pulled his own shirt over his head. Reaching for the waistband on his sweats, his hands were swatted away by her own playful ones.
Slowly rising to her knees on the bed, she took over the job of divesting him of his pants. Inching them down his hips, her mouth watered at the sight of his rigid erection jutting from his boxers. Using one hand to stroke him through the silky material, she watched as his head fell back, savoring her touch.
She was honestly surprised he had lasted all day without jumping her, though Xander stopping by for a while this morning probably staved him off. Still, it wasn't often they made it a full twenty four hours without him being inside her.
Snaking her tiny hand inside the elastic material, she grasped his rigid flesh as best she could, freeing him from the confines.
Through hooded eyes he watched as she slowly explored his swollen flesh. Helping her kick his boxers the rest of the way off, he couldn't help but grasp the back of her head when he felt her warm mouth encircle him. Lord he did not have the control for this right now, he was going to end up busting if she wasn't careful. Gripping her hair, he attempted to gently pull her away, but instead of relenting she had simply swatted his hands away once more.
Trailing her free hand up the inside of his thigh, she began tenderly massaging his twin orbs within her palm, as her other hand continued to stroke him in sync with her mouth's efforts.
Small bits of color burst behind his eyes, as he allowed her a few more moments of fun, his hips moving freely into her welcoming mouth. "Buffy, if you don't stop. I'm going to come," he somehow managed to grunt out just as she relaxed her throat, taking on the full length of him.
Ignoring his warning, she continued working him, alternating from shallow slow licks, to taking him full on, deep into her throat.
Her pace would vary based on his reaction, he was teetering on edge she knew, but everytime he began that final descent she would slow down, loosen her grip, and return to taunting licks, loving the powerful feeling it gave her knowing she could make him come undone like this.
She wasn't surprised when she felt him ripping her shirt from her body, pushing her back to the bed. He made quick work ridding her of the rest of her clothes, before climbing between her smooth thighs. Wasting no time, he slid her legs over his shoulders, as he licked a trail up her wet slit, causing her thighs to instantly begin trembling around him. Wrapping one hand around to rest on her pregnant belly in an effort to keep her in place, he used the other to slip a finger into her warm depths.
His lips sought her swollen bud, intent on teasing her, just as she had him. His cock throbbed angrily, as he ground it against the mattress in search of any form of release. Delighted in the taste of her, he released her clit, trading places with his finger to dip into her dripping channel, he snuck his thumb up to salaciously roll around her bundle of nerves.
Her fingers left their grip on his hair, to claw blindly at the sheets surrounding her, her hips rolled against his tongue, as she neared the point of no return. Begging and pleading with him for more, the tension building inside of her was nearly more than she could bear.
When his mouth abandoned her to kiss a path up the crevice of her thigh, she damn near cried. Every muscle in her body was coiled tight, never had she craved release more. Rotating her hips in a silent effort to guide him back to where she craved him, she let out a string of breathy curses as he purposely ignored her, leaving a path of kisses along her other thigh.
Having some mercy on her, he slipped one of his skilled digits back inside her slick channel, nearly losing it himself at the sounds of relief that came from her mouth. Her hips instantly began bouncing on his finger, but it wasn't what she needed and he knew it.
"Please baby, please, please, please…" she desperately chanted, begging him to end his torment.
Slipping a second digit inside of her, he took a moment to watch as they slipped in out of her tight depths. He loved to watch them becoming one, in whatever way it was. He had no doubt their bodies were built for one another, he'd thought that since their very first time together. She was home in every sense of the word to him.
His chest felt tight, his heart swelling as he continued to watch her moving against his fingers. She whined once more and his face returned to her, swirling and circling around her moist little nib. "Yes," Buffy hissed above him before begging for more. His tongue and fingers moved together in perfect harmony and he could feel her starting to fall apart around him. It was a sensation he knew he'd never in a million years grow tired of.
Catching her swollen bud gently, he tugged on her with his teeth, which made her knees squeeze against his head with almost enough force to be painful, then flew open wider, her body slamming down at him to grind into the sensation. His fingers pumped faster as he began to suck on her, even as she teetered over that edge he refused to stop until he was sure he had pulled every last tremble from her that he possibly could.
With one quick pull, Buffy was back to the edge of the side of their bed as he stood between her thighs. Buffy was still breathing erratically, her eyes heavy with lust and need as she watched his every move as he snaked up her body as she attempted to recover. Planting kisses along her growing stomach, her neck, he ravaging tasted her lips with his own once he reached them.
Buffy broke away, desperate for air to fill her lungs. She panted out she still needed a minute and he couldn't help but to chuckle darkly at her, his hands cupping her heavy breasts while he tried to hold off from taking her in a single swoop right then. His own body shook as he touched her, desperate as always to be inside of her, he was using all restraint he had left right now. Her nipples both stood at attention for him, either thumb coming to tease the base of her tiny peeks, slowly circling a path higher and higher before swirling lower once more.
Buffy arched into him as he began to pinch and tug on her, stretching and letting her taut flesh retract unfulfilled before his thumb would return to slip back and forth between circling those lust filled tips, or rake across her in a fevered back and forth motion which made her own hands come up to his wrists and dig her nails into his flesh. She was so helplessly sensitive right now and he couldn't get enough as she began whimpering his name.
Her minute was long since up.
Her eyes closed as his hard shaft began to stretch her apart and fill her effortlessly, giving one hard thrust at the end which made her cry out his name once more. Their hands laced together, her legs bending at the knees as she tried to find a way to brace herself, her feet pushing against him then back down to the bed. When they were locked together like this he sometimes wondered if they were in fact still separate people.
Or wonder if they had to be.
All teasing had flown out the window as soon as he was joined with her, his every move had strength and purpose behind it. He felt mad with lust and pleas were already falling back from her puffy lips... she wanted more, him to move faster, harder. His palms went to the bed, pushing down hard as his forearms helped push her thighs open more, higher. He felt like there was an endless fire coiling in his stomach, racing down through his dick like a sharp punch, as she licked her bottom lip and her darkened eyes locked back up with his own.
Those green orbs felt like another pair of hands on him as she began to look him over and it only made him feel more fevered.
Releasing one leg, his hand returned to her mound, two fingers finding their way back under her hood to apply the pressure to her clit she desired. He probed and circled the bundle of nerves until he felt the trembles and shakes wash through her once more. Once more he massaged every drop of her as he came right along with her.
Angel felt like he could have just collapsed to the floor and fallen asleep there. The rumbling growl that filled the room however reminded him that he had yet to feed his pregnant wife before asking her to call it a night.
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Buffy smiled as she watched Angel's form disappear out of the bedroom and into the hall, promising to bring food up to her shortly. She knew both of them were quite wore out but she'd learned - especially in the past few weeks - that when hunger hit her it was not something to be messed with. It took precedence over all else - including sleep.
She hadn't had too many of those "die hard" cravings you always hear about but she would get hunger pains like no other. It didn't matter what she had, she just wanted food.
Her stomach growled again and she rolled her eyes. It took a little more effort to actually do it but she pulled herself out of the bed and headed toward the bathroom to get cleaned up.
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