Back in Selene's office the French bred vampiress gently tested the heat of the mixture, unaware of her mate in the doorway, before moving to her daughter and slowly watching the girl latching onto the bottle, "I know princess but mommy has to."
In the doorway Angel watched with a slight smile as he saw her take it, gently clearing his throat to announce himself to Selene who looked up slowly, smiling at him, "At least she's drinking it."
"That's what's important," he smiled as she nodded in agreement, her puppet still on the desk.
"I don't suppose your here to watch her while I go eat." Selene said batting her eyes.
"Er actually I've had to put a strict lockdown on all vamps in the building. No one is to leave. I'm sorry but you'll have to drink the slurry for awhile," he turned, seeing the puppet on the desk, his face dropping. "What is that thing?!"
"You can't do that to me Angel!" her eyes wide. "What did I do to deserve to be punished?" she whimpered, ignoring his comment on her toy.
"You haven't done anything lover," Angel reassured her gently. "There is someone slaughtering us out there. It isn't safe. Until we find out what and stop it no vamp is to leave the building. Wesley is already putting an enchantment over the whole building."
Sighing softly, Selene burped their daughter before laying her in the crib burying her head against him, "I-I guess this means we try the incubator idea?"
He put his arms around her with a sigh, "If it will help."
Nodding and sniffling, Selene snuggled herself against him, "It's so cold otherwise," she purred, glancing at the puppet again.
"Well if you'd let us warm it for you it wouldn't be so bad," the brunette smiled some.
"It tastes funny," she whined, snuggling closer still.
"I know but you get used to it," he stroked her back.
"I don't wanna get used to it," Selene sighed, closing her eyes.
"I know but there's no other option."
Sighing, she nodded, reaching her hand to the desk to grab the puppet as Angel placed a kiss to her forehead whispering, "I'm sorry."
"I-I know," she sniffled some hugging the puppet between them feeling Angel hug her tight, turning her sniffle into a loud purr. Gently she nuzzled him before pulling back making the doll wave at him.
"Why must you torture me so?" he smirked.
"I didn't do it! Spike gave me it," Selene said, quickly passing blame for her creation to her "brother" before giggling and detaching it's nose. "Besides I was in a damn holding cell when you came in!"
At this Angel sighed, "I'm gonna kill him."
"But I like it! It has a felt penis," the woman-child snickered. "Just like you did."
"Oh dear god," he groaned.
"Felt babies!" Selene giggled before starting to laugh insanely.
"No felt babies!" Angel snapped.
"But why not babe?" Selene pressed, wanting his answer.
"Because you're mine not a puppet's!" he replied firmly.
Laughing, his wife gave in, "Fine, fine but I get to keep it cause its cuddly and cute," Selene smiled, softly kissing him.
He nibbled at her lip, "Fine."
"Mmm," Selene nibbled back moving to undo his pants.
At the sight, Angel smirked some, "Hello."
Innocently the ancient smile back, "Bonjour."
And with that her hand slid into his pants.