When Angel suggested that they wait a while before telling her parents, Fred nodded, knowing that was probably a good idea. She knew they liked Angel quite a lot, but it would be best if they understood better what was going on before she told him she was pregnant with a vampire's baby. And besides, they had several months - they didn't have to do everything right then
( ... )
Angel gave all of them a sheepish look as he sat Fred down to the ground. He was just trying to be careful. He didn't want anything to happen to the women he loved. Angel knew he would protect Fred and this child with his undead life. No one was ever going to hurt them
( ... )
"You really do think the calendar might be linked?" Fred said, putting her hand over her stomach, reminding herself what Wesley had said - that it hadn't said anything about good or evil, just that something was coming. She couldn't let this freak her out. Angel had said their child was human with a soul. That was a good thing. That meant this was a good thing
( ... )
Angel watched Giles and Wes walk out of the hotel before he turned around, seeing Fred was standing right there. He smiled when she placed his hand over their growing child. He then wrapped his free arm around her body and pulled her closer.
"It's good, Fred. We're doing something good here or the Powers would've stopped it. They did help me find you in Pylea and they helped us in Romania. It's a good thing. I promise."
Reaching down, he tucked his fingers on her chin and tilted her head up so he could look into her eyes. He ran his thumb over her lips and smiled. "Is there anything you need?" he softly asked, wanting to put her needs first and foremost. "Something to eat? Have you ate yet?"
In the middle of all the excitement, he had forgotten to see if she'd ate yet. "I can get you something from the kitchen or would you rather just rest?" He'd never gotten anyone pregnant before so he didn't know if he was doing anything right.
Fred nodded at what Angel said, knowing that he was right. Everything between them had been right and good, so their baby had to be good too. Of course, he or she would be. This was their child and had been conceived in love. All the things they had done for each other had been in love
( ... )
Angel walked into the kitchen with Fred and watched her look into the fridge. Tey were going to have to go shopping for food more often because he knew Chinese and tacos all the time wasn't healthy. He would have to make a grocery list and go to the all-night place some night
( ... )
If Angel wanted to cook for her, Fred certainly wasn't going to say no. She could make a few things and could follow package directions for food from the freezer or the pantry, but cooking wasn't her strong suit
( ... )
Angel let out an unneeded sigh when Fred said she could make the call herself. He just wanted her to be safe and he wished he could make her see that. But, he wasn't going to fight with her about it. Not now at least. They would discuss it later, once everything settled.
"Exercise? I don't know, Fred. I might hurt the baby," he said before she called Wesley. He then realized she wasn't talking about that kind of exercise.
As she spoke to Wesley, Angel put the eggs in a pan and started to cook them before putting a couple of slices of bread in the toaster. When she asked her question, he shrugged and looked around the kitchen. "Milk," he finally said. "Lots of milk. I think you're supposed to drink twenty glasses of it a day."
He was pretty sure he'd seen that in a magazine before. Nodding his head, he finished the eggs and spooned them onto a plate for her. He then placed the toast next to them before pouring her a glass of juice.
"Dinner is served," he said before reaching over to take the cell phone out of her hand.
Fred shook her head at Angel's comment about exercise. They had made love several times since they had conceived and nothing was happened, and she had heard that many people were able to make love up until close to a baby's birth. But they could discuss that later. After all, they had just found out they were going to be parents.
The food Angel was cooking actually smelled really good, and instead of fluttering, her stomach started rumbling. She snorted softly, however, when he mentioned something about her drinking twenty glasses of milk a day. "I'd float away with that much! And probably bloat," she told him. "But you're right - I will need to drink more milk."
"We'll pick some up," Wesley promised. "Anything else?"
Angel placed her food in front of her before reaching for the phone. "I think Angel might want to talk to you," she managed to say before he got it out of her hand. Picking up her fork, she leaned over and kissed him then began to eat. "This is good. Thank you, sweetie."
Angel was sure he'd read twenty glasses. He shrugged at Fred's comment and decided he'd look it up himself. He was sure one of the books had something about it. They were always getting information from them
( ... )
Fred continued to eat her food as Angel walked away, whispering to Wes on the phone. She raised her eyebrows in confusion, wondering what in the world he could be talking to him about that he had to whisper, especially when he said something about the two of them before grinning and waving at her.
What in the world was going on?
Then suddenly, he hung up the phone and told her they could still have sex.
Fred stared at him in disbelief as he came over and kissed her deeply. She didn't move at first, a bit in shock that he had actually asked Wesley that. Of course, Wesley and Rupert both now seemed to know quite a bit about their sex life thanks to all this, but still
( ... )
Angel stared at Fred for a moment. She could've told him that? Then why didn't she tell him? Now Wes was going to know what they did upstairs all the time. Crossing his arms, he perked an eyebrow. "You could've told me you knew so I wouldn't have asked Wes. Now he's going to know!" he said before waving his hands around.
When she said she was full, he looked down at the plate, just to make sure she'd ate enough. Fred was eating for two now and Angel was going to make sure she was eating enough and not picking at her food.
"I have nothing to do," he said, taking her hand. He really wanted to carry her up the stairs but she didn't seem to like that. "Just be careful of the steps. Make sure you step high enough so you don't trip of them."
They finally made it to their room and Angel opened the door. He guided Fred over to the bed and helped her get on it. "Is there anything you need? More pillows? A softer mattress?" he questioned as he wrung his hands together.
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"It's good, Fred. We're doing something good here or the Powers would've stopped it. They did help me find you in Pylea and they helped us in Romania. It's a good thing. I promise."
Reaching down, he tucked his fingers on her chin and tilted her head up so he could look into her eyes. He ran his thumb over her lips and smiled. "Is there anything you need?" he softly asked, wanting to put her needs first and foremost. "Something to eat? Have you ate yet?"
In the middle of all the excitement, he had forgotten to see if she'd ate yet. "I can get you something from the kitchen or would you rather just rest?" He'd never gotten anyone pregnant before so he didn't know if he was doing anything right.
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"Exercise? I don't know, Fred. I might hurt the baby," he said before she called Wesley. He then realized she wasn't talking about that kind of exercise.
As she spoke to Wesley, Angel put the eggs in a pan and started to cook them before putting a couple of slices of bread in the toaster. When she asked her question, he shrugged and looked around the kitchen. "Milk," he finally said. "Lots of milk. I think you're supposed to drink twenty glasses of it a day."
He was pretty sure he'd seen that in a magazine before. Nodding his head, he finished the eggs and spooned them onto a plate for her. He then placed the toast next to them before pouring her a glass of juice.
"Dinner is served," he said before reaching over to take the cell phone out of her hand.
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The food Angel was cooking actually smelled really good, and instead of fluttering, her stomach started rumbling. She snorted softly, however, when he mentioned something about her drinking twenty glasses of milk a day. "I'd float away with that much! And probably bloat," she told him. "But you're right - I will need to drink more milk."
"We'll pick some up," Wesley promised. "Anything else?"
Angel placed her food in front of her before reaching for the phone. "I think Angel might want to talk to you," she managed to say before he got it out of her hand. Picking up her fork, she leaned over and kissed him then began to eat. "This is good. Thank you, sweetie."
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What in the world was going on?
Then suddenly, he hung up the phone and told her they could still have sex.
Fred stared at him in disbelief as he came over and kissed her deeply. She didn't move at first, a bit in shock that he had actually asked Wesley that. Of course, Wesley and Rupert both now seemed to know quite a bit about their sex life thanks to all this, but still ( ... )
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When she said she was full, he looked down at the plate, just to make sure she'd ate enough. Fred was eating for two now and Angel was going to make sure she was eating enough and not picking at her food.
"I have nothing to do," he said, taking her hand. He really wanted to carry her up the stairs but she didn't seem to like that. "Just be careful of the steps. Make sure you step high enough so you don't trip of them."
They finally made it to their room and Angel opened the door. He guided Fred over to the bed and helped her get on it. "Is there anything you need? More pillows? A softer mattress?" he questioned as he wrung his hands together.
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