"Oh Buffy," Angel cooed. "She's so beautiful." He placed his index finger in the baby's little hand and she grasped it, rather hard for a newborn. "Ow."
"She gets that from her daddy." Buffy giggled.
"Or her mother." He gasped accusingly. "You had my hand pretty good there."
"Sorry." Buffy said, almost blushing. The newborn let out a sharp cry that brought all eyes on her. Buffy gently rocked her back and forth, soothing her instantly. She looked back to Angel with worry etched on her face. "How are we going to protect her?"
"We'll stay here for the night. It's not safe on the streets especially in the dark. We'll move in the morning."
"Angel, I didn't just mean right now." Buffy whispered.
"I know." Angel's expression was bleak at best.
Cordelia entered the room with a change of clothes for Buffy. She placed them on the couch alongside a large quilted blanket and some more pillows. "I thought you could use these. You know, when you're ready." She smiled briefly at the new family and returned to the kitchen. Angel followed behind her, glancing back at Buffy before leaving the room.
"I just wanted to say thank you." Angel started, and Cordelia stopped in her tracks. She turned on her heel and glared at Angel.
"Why didn't you tell me?" She snapped.
"I didn't know." He said, exasperated.
Cordelia rolled her eyes at him. "Oh gee so she just got herself pregnant?"
"It's complicated, Cordelia." Angel said, but that was all she was getting out of him tonight. He glanced at the clock on the kitchen wall. 3:14am. "It's late. You should get some sleep." Angel said, leaving the room. He turned at the last second. "And I meant what I said Cordelia."
"What's that?" Cordelia asked curiously, cooling off a bit now.
"Thank you." He said gratefully.
And with that said he returned to the living room and to Buffy's side. He looked fondly at Buffy and his new daughter. In seconds though, he realized something was terribly awry. The baby started to cry in Buffy's arms and Buffy didn't move. Her eyes shut and her face expressionless. Angel called out to her but no reaction. He flew to her side and checked for a pulse. Relief flooded his body as he could feel the faint dull beating of her heart. Angel grabbed the baby from her arms and cradled her in his. Cordelia came rushing into the room.
"What's going on?" She yelled, watching Angel in a panic.
"Cordelia! Call 911!" Angel answered. "Come on Buffy, come on. You'll be okay. You'll be okay." He chanted as he stroked Buffy's face with one hand and bounced the screaming baby with the other. "Shhh," he soothed, "Mommy will be okay baby. She's going to be okay."