Dec 12, 2004 11:30
Darla and I decided to name our son Christian. There is a beautiful irony to the name, but mostly we chose it because it was a name we both liked. Besides, Chris looks like a Chris. He's an amazing kid and I know all fathers say that about their children, but it's true. Chris has a strong grip. He'll wrap his tiny little fingers around my finger and squeeze so hard that it nearly cuts off circulation. He obviously has his mother's touch.
Things have been relatively quiet at the hotel. I keep expecting us to be stormed by Wolfram and Hart, demanding to have the child, Darla and me turned over to them. Hell, maybe they'd demand Angel too, but he's a major player in their future plans, so who the hell knows. I figure this is just the calm before the storm. I'm waiting for all hell to break loose.
Until then, I've been indulging in being a daddy. Chris is a little quirky. When he has his crying fits, only two things can get him to stop, my singing or Angel and Darla's demon faces. The kid really likes Angel's demon face. Makes him giggle and kick something fierce.
The hotel is still a little tense. Most of the tension is coming from Faith, Angel and Cordy. Not sure what is up with those three, but I'm staying the hell out of the way. Last thing Chris needs is to feel how tense they are and Faith is still mad at me for that prison thing I think.