Rush what, he says. Of course he would. I knew he wasn't ready. Wes isn't even thinking about marriage. He probably thinks I wouldn't want to. I'd give Wes anything though, and that would be such a tiny thing to give, even though it would be big for him. Huge even, I'd wager. I wonder if it would make him feel more at ease about us, if it might give his mind a break, wondering all the time if he's not supposed to be with me
( ... )
The boy looks very sleepy. In fact I'm surprised he's still clutching my finger. When it comes to that he does resemble his father, always trying to hold on tight, even when your body is about to give up on you. And good how hard is it going to be whenever we go anywhere with Connor and-and-- people say what they usually do around babies
( ... )
Blinking as Lorne readies the bed for Connor, I look over at Wes and see him blinking and gaping too. I marvel at Lorne's ease with parenthood along with Wes, wondering where these skills came from. It takes me a moment to move so that we can put Connor to bed. A little noise escapes him at the loss of Wes' finger, I think and I freeze for a second before laying him gently in his makeshift little bed
( ... )
He twitched, Angel I mean, the moment Lorne suggested he leave Connor alone. I could see it from the corner of my eyes. That was going to be troublesome. Of course I'm well aware that most new parents are weary of leaving their children with anyone, but they usually had nine months to work themselves into such a state. Angel had exactly a few hours. Less then a day. And already he was feeling so very protective toward the child. Yes, I felt the need to protect Connor as well, but I trusted Lorne to look after the boy. Especially since he'd already shown to be so much better at this then either Angel or myself
( ... )
Going back to England. That makes me wince internally. I obviously said the wrong thing there. I doubt there's much of a force in the world that would get him back to England any time soon. I know *I* probably should never be allowed in that country due to my homicidal feelings towards Mr. Wyndam-Pryce senior. And I'm so not thinking about those right now
( ... )
And we're back to the whole name thing. Which I know Angel thinks should be both our decisions, but I don't agree. I'll never get him to see that though, unless I want to risk another argument. I'm to tired and far to exhausted in fact to actually go through that again. Not even with Lorne as mediator. We seem to be doing fine thus far, but with both of us tired it's like waiting for trouble
( ... )
I smile as Wes muses about the name. If I didn't know that he was so worn out, I might think that he was about to go into lecture mode on the implications of having two last names in Los Angeles versus in England. He probably will someday. And I won't mind then either
( ... )
Oh! Blood! Dammit, I'd forgotten about that. I'm sure with all that's been happening Angel will need some blood. Not sure why I'd think that, since I really don't feel like eating. But I'm not a vampire and Angel is. It works differently with him I think. At any other given time I'd have asked, written it down and be fascinated by it no doubt. Right now though? All I really want is to sleep
( ... )
Guess the little guy didn't even know he was hungry yet. No sooner would we have put him in bed, he would have been crying again, I bet. I watch his little throat move as he swallows, marvelling at the process- oh hey, not for vampire reasons, no, just new baby reasons, it's weird that babies can just *do* things. But I guess the human body is strange like that. Knows how to keep itself alive without much of a thought process
( ... )
Yes, of course I remember. Alright, no, I don't remember, but I had gathered he'd drank some blood himself. He usually does before bedtime. Which is strange, considering how everyone always drones on about how one isn't supposed to be eating just before bedtime, and that has me wondering about Connor, because for him it'll pretty much always be bedtime and I'm thinking to much about this again. God
( ... )
Made a few extra bottles? Does he think Connor's going to eat again tonight? That would be a lot of food for one little boy. But I guess he is growing and all. All the time. Babies turn into adults some day, don't they? Still, that sounds like a lot of food. I guess Wes is the one who's always prepared. He does seem to know about this baby stuff so I'll leave him to it
( ... )
"I'll be right there, love." This-- really is the most horrid smell my nose has ever had the pleasure of meeting, I'm sure. My nose wrinkles as I glance at the bottle, trying to figure out if there's a specific reason this formal once made ready to eat smell so terribly. I mean, the powder doesn't smell that bad and I know water doesn't. Maybe it's a chemical reaction? I really ought to look that up
( ... )
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