Ciara was a Daddy's girl--at least, Daddy liked to think Ciara was a Daddy's girl. Angel had the day and evening off and he'd spent it with their daughter, making silly faces and playing pattycake and all sorts of ridiculous things fathers do with their infant daughters when nobody's looking ( Read more... )

Angel had been working more--mostly this was so that he could support his wife and the baby on the way, but also to save his skin. Cordelia was irritable to the extreme these days and Angel wasn't sure whether she was going to scream at him or cry on him. He actually preferred the screaming because God knows he couldn't do anything with crying ( Read more... )

"Guess who has the day off?" Angel asked, grinning dopily at a Cordelia who was decidedly--not happy to see him? He figured asking for the day off would be a good thing for their relationship and the baby and everything but she wasn't looking pleased at all.

"Cordelia?"

Angel had been saving tips for a few weeks, tips that Cordelia didn't know about, and then their boss at the bar had given him the rest to get an antique ring down at a small shop where he could pay at his convenience. He knew he probably could have proposed without a ring, but he was old fashioned and Cordelia deserved more than he was ever going ( Read more... )

Angel just wanted everyone to know he wasn't whipped. He just took...suggestions from Cordelia. That's right, suggestions. So, when Cordelia "suggested" that he go talk some sense into Wesley, he agreed, but only for Wesley's sake. Judging by the head thwap Cordelia gave him to give to Wes, he could tell she was Team Izzie, but Angel was Team ( Read more... )