Wesley nodded as he listened to Fred telling him about their son. He still took a bottle before bed, so that hadn't changed, but he had graduated to some regular food. He'd have to find out what from her later so he could make sure that the kitchen had at least something close enough that Sam could eat.
Holding Sam against him with one arm, Wesley finished helping Fred and Angel pile pillows around to create a makeshift crib. Then he looked over at Angel as he pulled out the bear, a small smile crossing his face.
"I remember." That night had been the scariest and most amazing moment of his life. His son had been born in the hotel because there had been no time to take Fred to the hospital once they returned. He had been worried about screwing things up - both with the birth and as a father. But Fred and Angel had both been there with him every step of the way.
Putting Sam down on the bed, Wesley smirked at Angel. "Those sashes have a mind of their own - seems once you put them on, you can only take them off in private. Never had been able to figure out why other than possibly to avoid embarrassing wardrobe malfunctions."
Wesley gently brushed Sam's hair back from his forehead before leaning down to kiss his forehead. He then pointed to the sitting room so they could let him get some sleep.
"To answer your question, yes, everyone here wears bright colors. From what I've been able to learn, it's a superstition of sorts. They believe colors reflect the state o the soul, so the brighter the colors, the brighter the soul." Wesley watched as Fred took a seat - he was going to have to either get some new furnishings or see if there was a larger set of rooms somewhere in the castle. "I'm still learning everything myself. As you can see, there's a lot to go through."
He pointed to the pile of books on the table. He pushed over a few and hitched himself on the edge, looking at both of them, not sure what to do or say. He wanted to hold them and kiss them and love them, but he also knew there a lot for them to talk about.
"I...erm...I'm not sure where to start at all," he admitted. "Other than...I'm--seeing the two of you again is probably the most wonderful thing I could have wished for."
After Sam was down on the bed, Fred followed Wesley to the other room. She noted the look of...fright on Angel's face when Wesley said everyone there wore bright clothes. She was sure Angel would have to get use to all the colors, if they were going to stay there.
"I'm not going to wear bright colors," Angel stubbornly said.
Fred smirked and shook her head. She looked over at Wesley and went to stand near him. She still couldn't believe he was alive and right there. Reaching out, she took his hand and gave him a small smile. She then reached out and took Angel's hand and tugged him over to where Wesley and her were standing.
Leaning up, she softly kissed Wesley, before turning to kiss Angel. "We really don't have to talk," she suggested as she looked at the two of them. A blush then rose over her face and she ducked in embarrassment. "I-I've never done this before."
She felt Angel's hand run down and back and over her ass. "I think we can figure it out as we go," he said before he looked over at Wesley. "I'm sure Wes and I can figure out what to do with you."
Fred felt a shudder go through her body and she let out a low moan as Angel sandwiched her between Wesley and him. "Oh god...need the both of you," she whispered.
Holding Sam against him with one arm, Wesley finished helping Fred and Angel pile pillows around to create a makeshift crib. Then he looked over at Angel as he pulled out the bear, a small smile crossing his face.
"I remember." That night had been the scariest and most amazing moment of his life. His son had been born in the hotel because there had been no time to take Fred to the hospital once they returned. He had been worried about screwing things up - both with the birth and as a father. But Fred and Angel had both been there with him every step of the way.
Putting Sam down on the bed, Wesley smirked at Angel. "Those sashes have a mind of their own - seems once you put them on, you can only take them off in private. Never had been able to figure out why other than possibly to avoid embarrassing wardrobe malfunctions."
Wesley gently brushed Sam's hair back from his forehead before leaning down to kiss his forehead. He then pointed to the sitting room so they could let him get some sleep.
"To answer your question, yes, everyone here wears bright colors. From what I've been able to learn, it's a superstition of sorts. They believe colors reflect the state o the soul, so the brighter the colors, the brighter the soul." Wesley watched as Fred took a seat - he was going to have to either get some new furnishings or see if there was a larger set of rooms somewhere in the castle. "I'm still learning everything myself. As you can see, there's a lot to go through."
He pointed to the pile of books on the table. He pushed over a few and hitched himself on the edge, looking at both of them, not sure what to do or say. He wanted to hold them and kiss them and love them, but he also knew there a lot for them to talk about.
"I...erm...I'm not sure where to start at all," he admitted. "Other than...I'm--seeing the two of you again is probably the most wonderful thing I could have wished for."
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"I'm not going to wear bright colors," Angel stubbornly said.
Fred smirked and shook her head. She looked over at Wesley and went to stand near him. She still couldn't believe he was alive and right there. Reaching out, she took his hand and gave him a small smile. She then reached out and took Angel's hand and tugged him over to where Wesley and her were standing.
Leaning up, she softly kissed Wesley, before turning to kiss Angel. "We really don't have to talk," she suggested as she looked at the two of them. A blush then rose over her face and she ducked in embarrassment. "I-I've never done this before."
She felt Angel's hand run down and back and over her ass. "I think we can figure it out as we go," he said before he looked over at Wesley. "I'm sure Wes and I can figure out what to do with you."
Fred felt a shudder go through her body and she let out a low moan as Angel sandwiched her between Wesley and him. "Oh god...need the both of you," she whispered.
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