Angel of course does not agree with *my* conclusion. I can tell that much. I've not spend so many time with the man and not be able to read him like a book at times. This would be one of these times. He's still convinced that my saying the boy is not my son somehow equals to 'Wesley doesn't want anything to do with me and my son
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I'll second that 'err...but...' There's no way I want to hash this out with Lorne. This is private. ...And Wes says I'm the one who always runs away. Research my ass. I guess I do have Lorne to thank for keeping him here. Although, if he doesn't *want* to be here
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Well, that *was* my theory with the whole milk thing and the heartbeat. Just give him some milk, try it and see what'll happen. The worst that could happen is the boy spitting it out all over me. Or Angel, since he was supposed to be feeding his son. Looks like I'm the one going to give it a whirl though
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My eyes goggle at Lorne. He was here, he was the only one here after I slept with Darla. He knew. And did I not just say I was the father a few minutes ago? Does no one listen to me? I'm getting just a little pissed off here
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"Finally," Lorne mutters. Though it's a fairly audible mutter so I'm very certain he's meant or us to hear that. I'm not sure if Angel's hearing it, but I'm only doing so half. I'm to busy staring at Angel. Mouth half open in awe and yes, I'll be damned. There would be those bloody allergies that have been in absentia for so long
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I stand there for several moments, the silence practically deafening - except that's because everything seems so damn loud, the tiny sounds of the baby, Wes, Lorne, all of their breathing and heartbeats, the hotel's usual creaks and groans but not one word until Lorne mumbles something in what sounds like relief
( ... )
Lorne gets a scolding look, which slides off his back like water, at his suggestion we keep the door open. Even though he is right. I thought Angel and I had worked on those communication issues during our vacation. But it would seem there's still a lot left we get confused about. And not in a comical funny way. No, don't I wish it were that way. We get confused in a way that weaves a tangled web and we get so constricted in it we'll never find our way out. And thus destroying everything we've build up so far
( ... )
Still nothing from Wes as Lorne disappears. My ears are still trained on little Connor, and I can hear all his little gurgles in the next room as Lorne makes little crooning sounds to amuse and sooth the boy.
Okay, nothing, and then all he can ask about is Darla? Darla, Darla, Darla! Why does he care so much about her? I hold back the little sigh that wants to come out. Okay, well, if he's so worried about her, then maybe he's worried that... That I wanted to have this baby with her? No! I would never want a child with her, even if she hadn't been evil. The only person who's made me think about kids really is Wes. Buffy, I thought should at least have the option, just like I thought Wes should have, but... Now there is a kid, and this is my choice.
"I want you. I don't want anyone else. And I sure as hell never wanted Darla to raise Connor." Saying the name out loud sounds right too. Good. "I have my own issues with Darla, you're right, but I'm not sorry you accidentally staked her." And here a little emotion gets
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The look in his eyes, on his face when I mention Darla is so fierce I find myself taking a step back without realizing it. I knew it, he *is* mad at me for killing his-- his whatever she was now. I can't think of anything else that would make him react in such a way other then Darla and her being dust now. The mother of his child. It's a frightening look to be honest, which is why the contemplative one that follow is quite confusing
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"Never blamed you, not for a second," I murmur in between Lorne's words as he glides right in, inserting himself into the conversation, obviously necessarily so if the looks on Wes' face are anything to go by. I look down briefly at a noise and see Connor in my arms - I didn't even notice Lorne do it - and he feels exactly right there. Like the little boy has been there all along.
And there goes that chest tightening feeling when Wes so vehemently says that of course he loves me. My chest tightens further and my throat closes, because I know the end of that next sentence even if he doesn't say it. I don't like to think it or hear it, but I know that's how he feels. Sometimes I wish he didn't - because *I* love *him* so much - but he does and it...obviously reduces me to a nearly watery eyed vampire hearing it
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He stands there, staring at me as though I said-- something utterly horrid or something utterly wonderful. I'm thinking the jury is still out on that one with that facial expression of his. I do notice, however, that unlike any other time? He's not saying back. He doesn't say he loves me and there's a coldness of fear settling in my stomach that doesn't seem to want to away any time soon. Not even when he looks up at me and I notice his eyes have turned somewhat watery
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There's a shadow crossing Wes' face as I release him from the kiss, and I wonder what's going on, what did I miss that I've upset him about? He doesn't look at me, he looks at Connor. The little smile perks back up but still, his eyes are not completely smiling. What did I say? Did he not want me to kiss him in front of Lorne? I know that's over the top for us usually and I know he gets antsy about those displays of affection but- Oh. Oh. It's because I didn't say it. I couldn't. I'm not- That's private. Lorne's here, I'm not saying it in front of Lorne
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"No honeybunn," Lorne sighs the sigh of the ever frustrated. Which might be the case currently. "You? No papers," he explains to Angel. "Him? No papers either. So if you wanna be big daddy-o? And not have Wolfram and Hart catch on and call child welfare services? I'm suggesting you get papers pronto oh tall, dark and broody
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I listen to them go back and for about the legal stuff. Yeah, okay, that's a problem, but-
Married? The shock quickly turns to annoyance at Lorne and if I was shooting daggers at him before, I'm shooting a death glare at him now. That is not- Wes isn't ready. He hasn't even given me his mark yet, how's he going to be ready for some big ceremony and me taking his name *and* a baby? I was- That was *my* subject to bring up.
This is just- It's too much and I'm starting to get antsy. Antsy in a bad way like I want everybody out of the room except me and Connor. Can't they just let me be with my son for a second? Does this all have to be decided right now"Angel Pryce sounds fine, but- and I want Connor to have your name, Wes, but
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Okay, nothing, and then all he can ask about is Darla? Darla, Darla, Darla! Why does he care so much about her? I hold back the little sigh that wants to come out. Okay, well, if he's so worried about her, then maybe he's worried that... That I wanted to have this baby with her? No! I would never want a child with her, even if she hadn't been evil. The only person who's made me think about kids really is Wes. Buffy, I thought should at least have the option, just like I thought Wes should have, but... Now there is a kid, and this is my choice.
"I want you. I don't want anyone else. And I sure as hell never wanted Darla to raise Connor." Saying the name out loud sounds right too. Good. "I have my own issues with Darla, you're right, but I'm not sorry you accidentally staked her." And here a little emotion gets ( ... )
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And there goes that chest tightening feeling when Wes so vehemently says that of course he loves me. My chest tightens further and my throat closes, because I know the end of that next sentence even if he doesn't say it. I don't like to think it or hear it, but I know that's how he feels. Sometimes I wish he didn't - because *I* love *him* so much - but he does and it...obviously reduces me to a nearly watery eyed vampire hearing it ( ... )
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Married? The shock quickly turns to annoyance at Lorne and if I was shooting daggers at him before, I'm shooting a death glare at him now. That is not- Wes isn't ready. He hasn't even given me his mark yet, how's he going to be ready for some big ceremony and me taking his name *and* a baby? I was- That was *my* subject to bring up.
This is just- It's too much and I'm starting to get antsy. Antsy in a bad way like I want everybody out of the room except me and Connor. Can't they just let me be with my son for a second? Does this all have to be decided right now"Angel Pryce sounds fine, but- and I want Connor to have your name, Wes, but ( ... )
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