Quietly Selene settled out in the hall ignoring all the stares from guests passing by her, humming soft hymns as she sat there on the floor with Serenity sucking contently at her wrist. Lightly she pressed her lips to her daughter's head, tears prickling her eyes, smiling some hearing the doors opening again, causing her to sigh.
Slowly glancing up to see who had come across the missing Mrs. Claus, trying to hide her bleeding wrist, the blade laying right by her.
"How is she?" Angel asked, once he finally got a few moments away from the party.
"She just went back to sleep," Selene smiled, slowly handing her up to him so she could lap at her gash.
He was gentle with the tiny body, cradling her head in one big palm, her body nestled in the other. "They really sleep a lot at first."
His bride nodded in agreement, "Especially when they're starved in the womb."
Angel smiled softly, cradling the infant, still amazed by her, "She's so small."
"Again," Selene started, standing slowly, "That's most likely the bi-product of the starvation she was subjected to."
"Either way. She's still perfect," the mock Santa beamed.
"A perfect little angel," she returned his smile, before heading back into the party with her husband and daughter and right into the flash of a camera.
Back in the bathroom Spike finally collapsed on top of Mana who nuzzled his neck softly asking him, "Better baby?"
"Mmm much," he muttered as he returned her nuzzle with a faint purr. "Spose we should go back out before King and Queen bring me down come in here."
The teen sighed, nuzzling more, "I guess so...Spike?"
"Hmm?"
"Did you mean it?" she asked nervously, her voice barely a whisper.
"Mean what love?" he asked reaching for his tights.
"About another baby..." she pulled back some, looking him in the eye. "I mean Will...Will was a surprise I know and you stepped up but, we don't have to if you don't want to."
Softly he smiled, "I'd love another one Love. As many as you're willin' to give me."
His you bride blushed lightly, "I'd give you the world if I could." Her lips found his and she kissed him tenderly.
Softly the Brit kissed her back wrapping his arms around her whispering, "You already have."
Her blush deepened as she clung to him tightly, "I love you..."
"Love you more darling," he smiled.
"I doubt that's possible baby," she yawned softly, fatigue pulling at her limbs. She was noticing she was tired a lot lately.
"Come on love let's get you back to bed, then I can come back and get chewed out."
"Hmm?" She nuzzled against him softly, "Can't we just lay here awhile?"
"On the floor of the loo?" he chuckled a little.
"I don't care as long as you're with me baby," she yawned.
"Alrighty then," he smiled kissing her head softly.
Suddenly Selene pushed open the door, stepping into the bathroom, her eyes on the pair.
Her eye lids were heavy, her face looking unwell, glancing up at the girl before promptly vomiting on the pristine tile, Selene's ancient speed the only thing preventing her mother's bile from reaching her, "Well if that's how you're going to greet me from now on I'll stay away."
"I'm sorry baby I haven't been feeling well. Spike was helping me but I needed to lie down a minute." Mana apologized.
"Yea," Spike grinned scooping the girl, whose head lolled onto his shoulder and was instantly asleep, up carefully, "Then she decided to greet our favorite grade A bitch with vomit." With that he brushed past Selene and towards the party to exit, passing Angel in the process.
The Irish male glanced towards the pair as they moved past and shook his head, "Too much spiked blood?" he asked Selene.
"I think she's really sick," she said frowning, "She'd never touch tainted! I was the black sheep of our coven."
"Hm, maybe she's just not getting enough rest or had a bad batch of slurry? I'm sure she'll be fine," Angel said, comfortingly.
"I hope so," Selene sighed rather pale herself, "I told you all that shit was dangerous."
"Hey it's only dangerous if you let it spoil," he moved to put and arm around her. "Maybe you should lie down too."
Softly she shook her head. "I don't wanna miss the gift exchange," she muttered, leaning against him to press her nose to his throat.
"Alright well at least sit down and eat something, you have to keep yourself fed to be able to feed the baby."
"I'm surprised it hasn't come across your desk," she laughed, twisting to face him, pressing her mouth to his neck.
"Surprised what hasn't come across my desk?" He pulled her close, tilting his head some to giver her access.
A small smile crossed her lips as she gently pressed her fangs to his neck, careful to keep their bodies moving so they appeared only to be dancing, "I'm killing twice as much to reach the same amount of energy."
"Hmm I hadn't heard," he let a hand fall to the small of her back.
"Divide the energy by two. It's killing me to keep her on an all blood diet," Selene sighed tiredly.
"Well maybe we should find something else that will ease the burden on your body?" Angel questioned gently.
"I won't have someone else feeding our daughter Angel!" The ancient snapped. "Maybe, maybe I can put her on a bottle, a half milk half blood mixture."
"That may help," Angel started, "We'll try it and if not then we will think of something else."
Slowly she pulled her teeth from his neck nodding, "So gentle, so trusting..."
"Do I have reason not to be?" he smiled at her.
"The fact that I have no self control when I feed?" Selene prompted.
"You haven't killed me yet lover," Angel countered.
"You've gotten lucky mon amour!" his bride countered back.
"Or maybe you have more control than you think?" the brunette asked quietly.
"Maybe you give me that control," Selene replied, blushing and muttering, "People are staring."
"Who cares? Its my party," he smirked.