Word Count: 275
Spoilers: A spoiler-free zone.
Summary: Angel watched his family.
Disclaimer: If you recognize them, they belong to Joss Whedon and David Greenwalt. Otherwise, they're mine.
Author's Note: Part of the Journey series.
Angel watched the family he never thought he'd have with a smile. Cordy held their newborn daughter in her arms as she sang her a lullaby. Angel listened to the sweet sound and his smile widened even further. It was a lullaby that his own mother had sung to him over two centuries ago.
He remembered the night he'd told Cordy about the lullaby. She'd been five months pregnant with Hope at the time. He'd been holding her in his arms as they laid in bed, his arms wrapped around her middle when he'd begun to hum. "What's that?" Cordy asked.
"An old Irish lullaby. My mother used to sing in to me."
"It's beautiful," she whispered.
He nodded, a soft smiled on his face as he begun to hum again. No more words had been spoken that night. And now four months later, she was singing it to their daughter.
Angel walked over to where Cordy sat, still singing to their child. He sat down beside her and pulled both her and their sleeping child against him. She looked up, a tender expression shining from within her hazel eyes. "You're beautiful," he told her, all the love he had for her written on his face.
And she was. He'd never seen her look as beautiful as she did just then, with their daughter in her arms. She was breathtaking. "I love you, Angel."
"And I love you, Cordy," he told his wife, a soft smile upon his face.
Cordy smiled and snuggled closer to him. He wrapped his arms tighter around his wife and child. His family. He couldn't imagine a more perfect moment.