"We'll be ok Mate. Just gotta think positive and all that rubbish," Spike sighed again, watching the agitation on Angel's face spread with each passing second, "Come on then, lets find somewhere to try and rest."
"Yeah you try and rest when your lover is about to have your child on the floor!" Angel grunted bitterly, his head in his hands.
Realization slowly dawned on spike, his eyes slowly widening, "She's..." he trailed off watching his grandsire sigh heavily and slump to the floor.
"She needs me and I'm stuck here with you," he grunted in the Brit's direction. "Now are you glad I didn't let her come after all?" Angel almost spat.
Quietly Spike muttered a short prayer for his poor Kitten, "At least she's safe at home," he said, lightly touching the older man's shoulder. "She'll be ok Angel. She's to damn stubborn and hard headed to not be ok," Spike smirked bringing a slight smile to Angel's face. "She is pretty stubborn isn't she."
"Hardheaded as hell guess it comes with her age," the blond said going to curl up in a corner.
Not long after, Spike began to shudder, covering his ears, bring Angel's glance to him, "What's wrong with you?"
"Besides the fact that I'm cold and alone and starving?" Spike spat slightly, more from exhaustion and starvation than anger, listening to the sound of the helicopter blades whirling above and sighing, noticing a strange look befalling his grandsire.
~That's a funny name for a little boy,~ Angel thought to his wife.
~She's a girl you featherball,~ Selene giggled weakly, unable to hide her amusement at her husband's slow uptake.
~A girl? It's...It's a girl? I have a girl...~ he stared blankly into the half darkness of the warehouse, grinning like an idiot.
~S-she's perfect, twenty digits and the prettiest brown eyes...just like her daddy's.~ The ancient French vampiress described, mesmerized by the tiny bundle suckling at her breast.
"You look like a pixie git." Spike said glancing at the grin plastered on Angel's face.
"Oh shut up I remember you for weeks after Will was born!" The new father retaliated, no real anger or malice in his voice at all.
Frowning Spike shook his head, "What's he got to do with you looking like a bloody loon?"
"You looked like an idiot when he was born too you ass-head," Angel said, his euphoria starting to ebb thanks to his idiotic company.
Slowly a matching grin passed over the blond's face as it dawned upon him, "Kitten..."
"Yeah exactly!" The older male exclaimed before he sighed, "We need to get out of here..."
"We can't move till sundown less you wanna meet your boy as a pile of ash," Spike reminded him, rubbing the back of his neck.
"She's a girl," a small smile returning to Angel's face as he tried to picture the tiny newborn.
At this revelation, Spike moved closer clapping his grandsire on the shoulder, "Shall we celebrate?"
"And how to you propose we do that, stuck here?" Angel grumbled.
"We can find a way mate," Spike said with an idiotic grin before heading over to Angel's bag and starting to twitch, "Angel? why do you have a johnny in your pack?"
At this Angel blinked, looking at the condom, "What?! We went out together a lot..." he blushed.
The blond smirked, "Me doth think you had plans for the weres!"
All this got was a sigh from Angel, "I would like to go home now."
"Wouldn't we both mate," Spike sighed.