Wrong:
Wrong
by Shirlz

I was as nervous as hell. Ok, wrong analogy! Since leaving Buffy at her house I had been running around like a maniac. A trip to a 24-hour grocery store had made sure that I had something other than O Positive in my icebox. I’d tidied up, lit candles and generally tried to cheer the place up. This apartment held a lot of memories for both of us, good and bad.

I couldn’t believe she’d kissed me. One moment she was the ice queen and the next...

My train of thought was derailed by a knock at the door. I made my way over to it and opened it. My jaw dropped.

"Hi."

"Hi." I was glad I hadn’t tried for a sentence! She looked stunning. I stood back to let her enter. She walked past me and in to the living area. I shut the door and turned to her.

"Sit down and make yourself comfortable. Can I get you anything? I’ve got juice, soda, ice cream.."

"Angel. Calm down. I don’t bite. I’m here because I want to be. Don’t try so hard. Relax."

She was touching me again. I didn’t want to upset her by pulling away but I couldn’t bear to feel her if she was just going to walk away. It was a painful relief when she made the decision for me and let go.

"Are you feeling better today?"

She sat down and gestured for me to do the same.

"I have good and bad days. Depends on the nausea. Today was a good one. Tomorrow? Who knows!"

"Are you sure I can’t get you anything?"

"We’re only putting off the inevitable. We need to talk and, however painful it is, we need to be honest."

"Do you want to go first coz I guess I put my point of view across last night."

"Ok."

She looked down at her hands and I noticed for the first time that she still wore the Claddagh ring. It nestled on her ring finger, it’s heart pointed inwards. She was still my girl!

"I told you last night that I still love you Angel, and I’d really like to believe that you love me too. The thing is, it’s not just us anymore. In a few months time I’m going to be a mother. What good am I going to be to this child, our child, if I am an emotional mess? Our child’s going to be a target for every whacked out demon and vampire in Sunnydale. I have to be able to protect them. I can’t do that if I’m crying my heart out over you. Can you honestly tell me that you’re not going to wake up one day and decide that it’s all too much for you? Can you tell me that you’ll be there for me however hard it gets? More importantly, can you promise that if anything happened to me you could put aside your grief and all thoughts of vengeance to care for our child?"

I moved closer to her, she didn’t shy away.

"I can promise you all of that. The time we’ve been apart has made me do some serious thinking. I want to be a part of your life and I want to be a part of our child’s life. But this has to be on your terms."

"No Angel, you’re wrong."

"Sorry?"

"You’re wrong. This has to be on ‘our’ terms. If we’re going to do this then we have to do it together. It’s not about you or I it’s about us and our child. No outside interference. We decide to do this and we back each other up no matter what."

"Are you saying that you’re prepared to try?"

"What I’m saying is simple. If you really mean everything you’ve said then I’m prepared to let you be a part of our lives, if that’s what you want."

I could hardly believe my ears.

"Well say something!"

"Thank you."

She smiled at me. "We’re going to have our work cut out though."

"How so?"

"We’ve got just under five months to find a way to make your soul permanent. I do not want to have to fight Angelus in the delivery room."

"I hadn’t thought of that."

She slipped her arms round my neck and looked deeply into my eyes.

"Everything will work out fine. There’s no backing out now Angel. You’re ours and I intend things to remain that way. Now just shut up and kiss me."

My lips met hers and a sense of peace washed over me. I knew this wasn’t going to be easy but it was going to work. Nothing was going to stop me being there for my family.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE???"

We broke apart and turned to face who had spoken. In the doorway, hands on hips and a look of incandescent rage across his face stood Xander.

Part Six

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