Thank You

Disclaimer: I don't own Angel.

Cordelia looked up at the ceiling, feeling the warm water cascade down her body, a gentle caress that seemed to wash away the weight of the last six months. Her hand rested protectively on the slight swell of her belly, feeling the steady, reassuring kick of the life growing inside her. She turned to face Angel, the love of her life, who was standing behind her, his strong arms wrapping around her waist, supporting her as they both enjoyed the steamy embrace of the shower.

He kissed her neck softly, his hand tracing small circles over her stomach, and she couldn't help but lean back into him, the warmth of his body a stark contrast to the cool tiles behind her. The scent of jasmine filled the air from the body wash they'd picked out together, a sweet and delicate fragrance that seemed to complement the miracle of new life.

"How are you feeling?" he whispered, his voice low and concerned.

"I'm okay," she replied, smiling despite the occasional twinge of pain. "Just a little... heavy."

Angel chuckled, his breath tickling her ear. "You're beautiful."

Cordelia rolled her eyes playfully. "You say that now, but just wait until I'm waddling around."

He kissed her forehead, his fangs peeking out slightly as his smile grew. "You'll be beautiful then too."

They stood in the shower for a moment, just savoring the closeness, the intimacy of their shared space. Cordelia felt the tension in her shoulders begin to melt away, her eyes drifting closed as Angel's hand slid up to cup her breast, his thumb brushing over the sensitive peak. She let out a soft sigh, her body responding to his touch despite the weariness of her pregnancy.

"Careful," she murmured, leaning her head back against his broad chest. "You're going to make me want to do things we shouldn't."

"Things like this?" he asked, his hand moving lower to caress the curve of her hip before sliding around to the front, his fingertips teasing the line where her thigh met her pelvis.

Cordelia's breath hitched, and she nodded. "Yeah, like that."

They had been advised to be gentle, of course, the doctor's words echoing in her mind. But the passion between them was undiminished, and the need for connection was stronger than ever. They had faced so much together, and now, as they prepared to bring a new life into the world, their bond was unbreakable.

Angel's other hand moved to her stomach, feeling the firmness beneath the softness. "He's strong," he said, his voice filled with wonder.

"He's got your genes," Cordelia quipped, then grew serious. "I just want him to be safe."

"He will be," Angel assured her, his voice a gentle rumble. "I'll make sure of it."

They shared a moment of quiet understanding, the sound of the water the only noise in the room. Then, with a sudden burst of energy, Cordelia spun in his arms, her eyes sparkling. "But that doesn't mean we can't have a little fun, right?"

Angel's eyes darkened, and his arms tightened around her. "I'm all for fun."

He kissed her then, a deep, hungry kiss that made her toes curl and her heart race. His hands roamed her body, exploring every inch with a reverence that made her feel cherished and desired. Cordelia moaned into his mouth, her own hands sliding down to grip his firm ass, pulling him closer.

They moved together under the water, the slickness of their bodies creating a delicious friction. Cordelia's skin was flushed with heat, and she felt every sensation with an intensity that seemed to grow with each passing day. Angel's hand slid between her legs, his fingers finding the center of her arousal, stroking her gently.

"God, yes," she gasped, her hips moving in time with his touch.

He picked her up, her legs wrapping around his waist, and carried her to the edge of the tub, setting her down with care. He knelt before her, his eyes never leaving hers as he kissed the inside of her thigh, moving closer to where she needed him most.

"Angel," she breathed, her voice trembling with anticipation.

He kissed her clit, his tongue flicking against it in a way that made her entire body shiver. Cordelia threw her head back, her fingers tangling in his hair as he licked and kissed her with a gentle urgency that made her want to scream.

The water continued to flow over them, mixing with their sweat and making their skin slick as Angel brought her closer and closer to the edge. Cordelia's hips rocked against his mouth, her body begging for release. And when it came, it was like a tidal wave, crashing over her and leaving her breathless.

He stood then, his own need evident, and Cordelia reached for him, her hand wrapping around his hard length. She stroked him slowly, watching the muscles in his arms tense and his eyes roll back in his head.

"You're so good to me," he murmured, his voice strained.

"You're pretty good to me too," she said with a smirk, tightening her grip slightly.

With a groan, Angel claimed her mouth again, his hand moving to support her as she continued to work him with her own. They moved together in a rhythm that was both familiar and new, their bodies speaking a language of love and need that transcended words.

Finally, unable to hold back any longer, he picked her up once more, his arms cradling her as he thrust into her, filling her. Cordelia wrapped her legs around his waist, her nails digging into his shoulders as they found their pace, the warm water enveloping them as they made love.

It was a dance of passion and tenderness, a celebration of life and love that grew more intense with each passing moment. And as they reached their peak together, the sound of their cries echoed through the bathroom, a symphony of pleasure that was theirs alone.

When it was over, they stood there, panting and clinging to one another, the water still raining down on them. Cordelia felt a sense of peace wash over her, the warmth of Angel's embrace and the knowledge that they were going to be parents overshadowing any fear or doubt.

They stepped out of the shower, the cool air making their skin prickle with goosebumps, and dried off before curling up together in their bed. Cordelia laid her head on Angel's chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart, feeling the reassuring thump of their baby's heartbeat inside her.

"Thank you," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

"For what?" he asked, stroking her hair.

"For everything. For being here, for loving me, for giving me this." She placed a hand on her belly, feeling their son move again.

Angel kissed the top of her head. "Thank you for choosing me."

They lay there, tangled in each other's arms, feeling the unspoken love that flowed between them. And as they drifted off to sleep, the promise of their future together, filled with love and a new life, surrounded them like the warmth of a summer's embrace.

The End.