Two months later Selene could be found floating carefully in the lobby trying to right the star on the giant tree, her mother watching her from the floor, Will on her hip as she stared up, "Be careful baby."
All Selene could do was roll her eyes, "Is it straight yet?"
"Hmm little more to the right, no, there!" The teen smiled up at her daughter as she looked at the tree, "I think you should come down baby. Now please?"
"I still got two more to top." The very pregnant female argued, touching down slowly, and moving to a leather sofa. "Why do we need four trees in one room?"
"I have no idea but we have people with ladders you know. You don't have to do it yourself," her mother stated.
"Ladders are dangerous," Selene smirked.
"So is being thirty feet in the air when you're ready to burst any day." Mana countered.
Suddenly Selene found herself growling faintly at her mother, "Why cant you all stop babying me!" She shrieked before bursting into tears.
"I'm not babying you baby," the teen smirked, "I'm babying my grandchild."
"Same thing!" Selene whined.
"Fine," Mana wandered over and sat next to her daughter, placing Will on her knees. "I'll get pregnant again and start floating around days before I'm about to give birth and see how you feel then hm?"
"You don't have the cloud gift," the pregnant vampiress smirked, sticking out her tongue, her tears forgotten.
"Fine, then I'll climb ladders or something. You know what I'm getting at smart ass," the teen laughed softly.
"I'm gonna bite you." Selene exclaimed suddenly.
"Not like you haven't before, except this time I might bite back," Mana smirked.
"Kinky," her daughter giggled madly.
"Oh you know it baby," she snickered as her daughter cuddled up.
"I wanna bust up a werecat ring," Selene pouted.
"You can bust all the werecat rings you want once you pop baby, promise," Mana stated stroking her hair back softly as the woman snuggled up some more.
"Shouldn't you lot be getting some rest since you get to go out tonight," Selene's voice cold and vicious.
"I'm not going out, I feel like staying in tonight thank you muchly," the girl stroked her daughter's head.
"Rails is going." Selene said giggling some at the nickname.
"So? That just means Will and I will need someone to keep us company," Mana smiled, bouncing the boy some, he being too busy staring up at his big sister in adoration to notice. Said sister gave him a half smile, still reminded bitterly of Remy. Placing a hand on Selene's knee, Mana smiled, "We'll have fun."
Back in the office, Angel and Spike were together, "So you want me ta go with ya to take care of that werecat ring?" Spike asked Angel, leaning back in his chair.
At this the brunette sighed and shook his head, "Yeah sure I'll probably need the help."
"What about Kitten? She's a were specialist, sleeps with them daily. Err I mean works with them, heh." Spike grinned wickedly.
"Will you stop calling my woman a whore? You ass head, and she's about to pop. I can't put her in that sort of position. Would you do that to Mana if she were that far gone?" Angel asked narrowing his eyes at the blond.
"Course not, course Mana doesn't actually work here ya know," the blond smirked, "She's a freeloader like me."
"Well even if she did work here I wouldn't even think of putting her in a dangerous situation especially pregnant." Angel said shaking his head at Spike's disregard for Selene and the unborn's well being give his own near miss with his son.
"She's gonna end up hating you mate for keepin' her so sheltered," Spike said flatly.
"She isn't sheltered. She's going to go into labor any day." His grandsire growled some.
"And if she holds it in for another three months? You're gonna look rather stupid aren't you." The blond said with a cocky smirk.
"Well then so will your wife, she's more protective than I am surely." Angel growled.
"She's already getting snappy with Mana. Loves me though, I let her get away with that motorbike of hers," Spike smirked again.
"Yes well maybe we just aren't as careless with her and the child's lives."
Suddenly Spike burst into fits of laughter, "Hell it might come out with blond hair and blue eyes!"
At this Angel glared over the desk and made a failed attempt to grab at him, "If it did I'd have to snap your neck!"
"Wouldn't be to nice would it. Killin' a girl's daddy before she gets to know him," Spike started, "Be about like offin' you before you got to know you and Buffy's lil girl."
"That's it I'm telling Mana and Buffy and I don't have a little girl. Are you forgetting I've seen Buffy many times since our last...encounter?" Angel growled.
"Well she wasn't gonna bring the girl to you to slaughter now was she? Probably left it somewhere safe!" Spike countered swiftly. "Right," he said clapping his hands and rubbing them together, "What time do we go bust the pussies?"
"Spike. Shut up or the entire building is going to know about you being Dru's bitch then Buffy's bitch," Angel threatened, dropping into his chair to look out the window. "We leave at sundown. It wouldn't do us any good to burst into flames before we get there now would it?"
"I haven't seen a pussy since, hmm, last time I was in your wife's office," the blond grinned moronically.
"Okay you're asking for it man." The older male growled.
"What? There was a big, black haired pussy in her office when I went in the other day," Spike explained.
"Spike you seem to be needing new words in your vocabulary." Angel shook his head in mild disgust.
"Nah, my vocab's fine mate," the Brit smirked. "Well off to bed, early down, early up gotta hunt down those puss in boots."
"It's early to bed early to rise fool," the Irishman smirked back.
At the correction Spike hurled a book towards his grandsire, "Fuck you!"
Dodging the book flying at his head, Angel smirked again. "I'm sure you want to but I'm sorry, I don't swing that way."
"Right," Spike glared, "Just with cute blonds that have your halfling bastards right?"
"Okay I hope Mana isn't too attached to you. I'm throwing you out the window now." Angel lunged across the desk and grabbed the blond by the front of the shirt, but thankfully Spike was able to slip out of the garment and dart out the door, heading for the lobby.
"Someone hide me, Angel's lost his mind," he shrieked.
At the sight Mana blinked a few times before standing up, baby still in her arms trying to get a better view of the goings on around the giant tree. "What on earth?"
"Angel's gone utterly mental and is determined to shove me out a window!" Spike explained.
"Over my undead body," She grunted, pulling her half naked husband to her, while Selene took advantage of the moment to wander back towards her office.
"You! Out the window now!" Angel said emerging from his office still clutching Spike's sweater and pointing at the vampire in question.
"See! Mental I tell you!" Spike said cowering behind his wife.
Said wife handed the baby to Spike and walked up to Angel, promptly kicking him in the shin then snatching Spike's sweater. "Not happening." She said spinning on her heel and grabbing Spike by the arm, pulling him away, back to their apartment.
Angel then sputtered in pain, hopping on one foot and rubbing his abused shin. "I'm surrounded by crazy people!"
"Not crazy! Just old!" Selene yelled from her office where she was settling into the cherry wood coffin.
"All I did was remind him of his halfling bastard child," Spike explained to Mana as they walked towards home.
"He doesn't have a halfling and you know it. Stop teasing the poor boy he's got a lot on his mind. If you've got the need to be naughty come find me," she grinned and took her cooing son from his father and placed him in his crib. "What time are you guys leaving?"
"Sometime after sundown according to the pixie with the bastard halfling." He replied.
"Why are you being such a trouble maker today?" She strolled towards him, hips swaying slowly with each step, "Is there something you aren't telling me?"
"He just makes it so damn easy!" Spike exclaimed.
"Well will you drop the bastard offspring thing already? He has two kids Connor and the baby. Or would you like to bring up your seedy past?" She asked as she groaned and crawled into bed, throwing the covers over herself, "My tummy hurts, boobs too."
Spike couldn't help but twitch, "Wanna see a doctor love?"
"No wanna sleep a bit, unless you have something a little more fun in mind," she peeked out.
At this the blond smirked, "How cute! You wanna get laid."
"Always when you're around baby," the teen laughed.