*sigh*

[angelensouled]

Angel woke up late, well after Cordelia was at work and by the time he was awake and ready to go to work himself, she'd come home and gotten Ciara ready for bed. Their schedules didn't leave a lot of time for talking to begin with and made it all too easy to avoid one another after the fight. He hadn't meant to get her pregnant--it was stupid.

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[promqueencordi]

Cordelia set the grocery bags down outside the door to unlock it, holding open the door with her foot. "I'm home," she called. "Hope you're awake, Angel. We have food."

[angelensouled]

"Been awake for a little while," Angel promised. "Need me to help put it away?"

[promqueencordi]

"Unless you're entertaining Ciara." Cordelia hauled in the bags and let the door swing shut. "Do you want to cook before you go?"

[angelensouled]

Which meant he would cook if he knew what was good for him. "I can cook." He put Ciara in her playpen and went into the kitchen, busying himself with putting food away and not making conversation.

[promqueencordi]

"So how long are you going to keep avoiding me?" Cordelia left the kitchen to take down her hair and change from work clothes, but she'd be able to hear Angel's reply--small apartment.

[angelensouled]

"I'm not," Angel said after a beat, mixing up pancake batter. "Aren't you avoiding me?"

[promqueencordi]

"You're lying, Angel. And no." Cordelia pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.

[angelensouled]

"Last time we talked, you wanted to castrate me for knocking you up," Angel reminded her.

[promqueencordi]

"I got over it." Cordelia stopped by Ciara's playpen on her way back to the kitchen. "I do that." She paused. "So Spike hasn't cut anything off?"

[angelensouled]

"Not that I know of," Angel said, getting a little green. "He's planning it?"

[promqueencordi]

"I might have asked him to." She kissed Ciara's forehead and proceeded into the kitchen. "Brenda probably didn't let him."

[angelensouled]

"Not that I know of," Angel repeated, rubbing the back of his neck. "Look, do you want me to go?"

[promqueencordi]

"I just told you I'm over it." Cordelia started unpacking the groceries they had left.

[angelensouled]

"I should have been more careful," Angel said, taking the bags from her.

[promqueencordi]

"Not going to argue with that." If he wasn't going to let her help, Cordelia wasn't going to object. "Next time, condoms."

[angelensouled]

"Won't need them now," Angel pointed out. "You can't get more pregnant."