I do not own any of the characters featured in this story. Except for the little old man who runs the nameless motel. What's the difference between a hotel and a motel anyway? Oh well.
About an hour later in the foyer of a dingy old motel, Wesley quickly ordered a room for two
"Room for two I can do, but we don't have any cribs or anythin' like that available here" said the old man who ran the place. Wesley sighed.
"Well he'll have to sleep in a drawer again or something" he muttered to himself as he paid for the room and went out to the car to collect Lorne and Connor
"We're set for the next three days, after that I would suggest that we either find somewhere more permanent or work out a way around the prophecy" said Wesley as he walked along the porch to his new accommodations for the time being
"But you don't exactly have high hopes of that happening, do you" observed Lorne as they reached room 15A. Their room. Wesley unlocked the door and revealed a small room with one door leading to a small bathroom. There was only one double bed and a small lumpy couch in front of an old possibly still black and white TV. A small table and two chairs were off to one corner that had some benches, an old oven and a sink
"One bed?" asked Lorne in surprise, Wesley sighed again.
"Room for two and a baby. I forgot to mention that the beds should be separate. We'll have to take turns on the couch. Come on" said Wesley walking in the front door. Lorne looked around the room sadly; he went from a stylish nightclub, to an old hotel, to a smelly ancient motel that looked at if it didn't have indoor plumbing
"Where does Connor sleep?" asked Lorne after Wesley had grabbed the diaper bag and the small bag of food they had gotten on the way here
"On the bed with whoever is sleeping there I suppose, or on a blanket in a draw. He did sleep in one for the first few days of his life, and a few more won't hurt I suppose" said Wesley as he started to reheat the bottle of milk Lorne had made for him hours ago.
"Well while you get Connor settled down, I'll go try to call Fred and Gunn, or at least leave them a message" Wesley nodded as he fed Connor, humming a lullaby softly until the baby was asleep in his arms while Lorne went to the payphone outside to call Fred and Gunn's home.
"I left a message; they weren't at home yet though. I told them we would call again at noon tomorrow and I didn't leave an address" said Lorne softly, so as to not wake Connor
"Good, we should probably try and get some sleep then" suggested Wesley as he looked at the bed, then back at Lorne.
The two men decided to deal with who slept in the bed in the most mature way they knew. And three rounds of paper-scissors-rock later found Wesley on the bed with Connor next to him and Lorne on the couch.
"Just so you know, this couch is small" Lorne informed Wesley
"I won fair and square" was Wesley's only response
"Rub that in again and I'll make you share" threatened the green skinned demon.
"Well it's not like this is a single bed" said Wes without thinking. Lorne sat up from his cramped place on the too small couch
"I'm gonna take that as an invitation Wes" he said cheerfully as he got up off the couch and climbed into the other side of the bed, with Connor between them.
"I suppose it is safer for Connor this way, no hope of him rolling off" reasoned Wesley with a yawn
"Unless I'm secretly a bed hog" Joked Lorne. The two of them quickly fell asleep with minimal bed hogging.
Part three is written and will be going up tomorrow =D