Title: Pumpkin-Carving

Author: Aimee

Beta: Dev

Rating: PG

Spoilers: A spoiler-free zone.

Pairing: Angel/Cordelia

Summary: Pumpkin-carving in the Angel household.

Disclaimer: If you recognize them, they belong to Joss Whedon and David Greenwalt. Otherwise, they're mine.

Author's Note: Written for 10_fics.

Cordy watched from the open doorway of their home as Angel tried to show their five-year-old daughter how to carve a pumpkin. Angel didn't actually let her hold the sharp utensil by herself, though. His hands covered her small ones and carefully guided them with his own. She couldn't make out their words, but she didn't need to. She could see the love written all over their faces. Angel was looking down at Isobel with such love that it made her breath catch in her throat and Isobel was looking at her father with adoring eyes. She was, without a doubt, Daddy's little girl.

Isobel looked up suddenly and noticed her mother. "Mommy!" she exclaimed and ran towards Cordy, all smiles and sunshine.

Angel looked up from the pumpkin he was carving and caught his wife's eye, a tender expression filling his own.

"Hey, Pumpkin," Cordy greeted their child, wiping some pumpkin guts off her face. "How's the carving?"

Isobel grabbed her mother's hand and pulled her toward the table her father was working at. "Me and Daddy cutted it all up," she told her mother proudly.

"You did?" Cordy asked, dropping to her knees so she was at the little girl's eye level.

Isobel nodded her dark head enthusiastically. "Uh huh. And Daddy said we could light it up when it gots dark."

"That sounds like fun," Cordy told her, pushing a stray piece of hair behind Isobel's ear.

"Yup."

Angel finished carving the pumpkin. "Princess, why don't you go play on your slide until it gets dark?"

"Okay, Daddy." And she was off like a shot of lightning. Cordy watched her go with a smile before turning to her husband.

Standing, Cordy slipped her arm around Angel's waist and smiled up at him. "You're such a wonderful father, Angel."

Angel smiled and pulled her into his arms. She lay her head on his chest, inhaling the scent of him. He smelled like pumpkins and Avatar. She looked up at him as he dropped a kiss onto her lips. He wrapped his arms around her slim waist, tangling his fingers with hers as they stood there, watching their child play on the slide, waiting for darkness to fall. They couldn't imagine a more perfect moment.