"Mmm love...mind if I go look at the stray's kitten?" Spike asked several hours later.
Mana's hand had slid under his sweater, her fingers clenching, digging her nails into the flesh of his side. "In a bit. Don't leave me just yet."
At the clawing, the blond yelped slightly before stroking her hair, "Shhh alright love, alright, just stop trying to steal my rib." She sighed softly, her grip relaxing as she closed her eyes, head resting on his chest.
Back in Selene's office, the ancient sat behind her desk, her daughter sleeping in her bassinet beside the desk where her husband was simply in awe of the girl. So small, so pale and so fragile looking. He looked at her often, touched her whenever he could and also lavished affection on the mother of such a perfect creation.
Softly Selene glanced over at the pair on her white sofa, smiling gently at them, her two angels, her perfect legacy. No she was no longer a demon....no demon on earth could have this. Gently she cleared her throat, "You sure they're ok taking over my case load?"
Angel nodded some, glancing up at her, "Yeah, they offered after all."
"I just don't wanna seem like a burden," she said, smiling still as she moved to join them nuzzling against Angel's neck softly, other than the gentle chocolate brown eyes which held tiny flakes of gold, the girl really held no resemblance to him in the least just like Spike had said.
He moved an arm around her, pulling her close. "Thank you," he murmured into her hair.
"For what?" Selene questioned, rather confused but content to just be loved upon.
He moved her head so she looked him in the eyes, smiling softly. "For everything," Angel replied eliciting a soft smile from his wife who buried her head into his chest, "It's I who should thank you..." she murmured as he lay Serenity in her bassinet and moved his arms around Selene, holding her snug.
Back upstairs Spike gently kissed his wife's head, leaving a note on the pillow for her that he was just going upstairs for a little bit to peek at the "Pixie's pixie". As soon as he left Mana rolled over in her sleep, the days events wearing her out heavily, she instinctively reached out an arm and drew her boy to her chest, snuggling him as though he were a teddy bear.
Selene slowly lifted her head to survey the office for a moment, still surprised she had gotten no comment from any of her visitors on the redwood box still sitting in front of the open closet, the lid slanted to the side of it surprisingly neatly. Her eyes darting to the door hearing a knock, sighing softly wondering when the parade of friends would end so she could take her daughter back to their shadowy bed, but no she had to be the polite little lady, it looked bad on herself and her husband if she wasn't. Her voice tired as she replied, "It's open."
Instantly Spike pushed the door open and strolled in to see the happy family, a white stuffed rat in one hand. "Hello, hello!"
At the sight the ancient smiled playfully, "Well if it isn't the bane of my existence."
He chuckled some, moving towards the sleeping babe, looking down at the tiny cherub face. "Well isn't she right gorgeous?" He flashed the parents a grin and tossed the stuffed rat in Selene's direction, "For the cat and her kitten hm?" He smirked, "Roll it over and open the belly."
"Maybe I will with a blond rat," Selene smiled sadistically.
"Hey now lets not threaten the proud uncle hm?" the British vampire said defensively.
"Oh I do believe that would be her father if you get to have blood ties." She stated looking towards Angel.
"What? But I adopted you as my sister! I'm married to your mother! Come on! If I can't be the proud uncle I at least get to be..." he got shifty eyed a moment, "The proud uncle."
At this the ancient snickered insanely, "Yea, lets go with proud uncle."
Calmly Spike looked between the three for a moment, smiling some before motioning for Angel.
Angel sighed some, reluctantly releasing Selene and moving across the floor. "Yeah?"
Shifting his feet, Spike eyes refusing the meet the older males, transfixed instead on the coffin as he muttered, "Sorry."
The brunette arched a brow at him. "Oh? Are you then?"
"Yea..." Spike ran his fingers through his hair. "She isn't the anti-christ, she's not gonna grow up to slaughter us."
"Well I'm glad you've decided to grow up, thanks." Angel nodded.
At this the blond nodded back, "Yea well...Tell anyone and I'll kill you!"
This brought out a huge grin from his grandsire, "Same old Spike."
"Damn straight Pixie," Spike smirked, slipping something into Angel's coat pocket before wandering off.
Angel waited until he was gone and reached into his pocket to see what had been placed there, rolling the simple cigar with a pink band between his thumb & forefinger slowly.