by Jaide (Part One written by Deebierg)

Buffy awoke with a sense of warmth and peace. Angel still had a hand on her belly and one propped up under his head. She gently looked up to find him sleeping contentedly. Hopefully, he was feeling human emotions. Angel was such a sound sleeper that it wasn't terribly hard for her to leave without waking him up.

It was nearly 10 when she arrived home. Her mother was pacing the hallway furious at her daughter for skipping school. She looked up when Buffy entered the house.

"Where the Hell have you been young lady?" she asked angrily.

"I was just...around," Buffy sighed. In spite of having slept half the day she suddenly felt tired.

"You were out with that boy, Angel, weren't you?" Joyce demanded.

Buffy was sick of lying. "Yeah, I was."

"You are forbidden to see him. In fact, you're grounded. You are only to leave your room for meals, school, and bathroom!" she practically screamed.

Buffy remained silent as she slowly made her way upstairs. She didn't care. It didn't matter anymore. She fell asleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow.

Angel groggily woke up. He reached out for Buffy, who'd been beside him, but felt only the coolness of his sheets. He sat up quickly, looking around. She had left. He glanced at the clock across the room. 10:30. He had hours until sunrise. In minutes he was out the door on his way to Buffy's house.

He jumped up onto the roof by her window. He found it open and leaped inside, silently. The room was dark, but he could see her small form sleeping on the bed. She was still dressed and was lying on top of the covers.

Angel sat down beside her and watched her sleep. She looked innocent, young, and fragile. Beautiful. She always smelled so good, like peaches. Carefully, so as not to disturb her, he pulled her body against his.

Buffy wasn't that sound of a sleeper, and was awake instantly. She almost screamed.

"Shhhh, Lover. I'm not here to kill," he said, grinning.

"Oh, what a relief," she said sarcastically. She lowered her voice when she remembered her mom was downstairs. "I'm in a lot of trouble. My mom knows I was with you."

Angel shrugged. "I don't care about your mom. She shouldn't be able to control you like that."

Buffy rolled her eyes. "She's only my mother, the person who gave birth to me, carried me around for 9 months, and raised me."

Angel lowered his eyes to her stomach, wondering just how large it would grow. "Soon you'll experience that."

"Yeah. I wonder how it'll feel," she said, half to herself.

Angel laughed. "Probably big." She threw a pillow at him.

"If pregnancy is anything like the morning sickness part..." she shuddered. That was a horrible experience.

"Don't worry, I'll be here."

She looked at him. "You're evil. We hate each other, want to kill each other. Why are you here?"

"I don't hate you. I don't want to kill you. I want to be here," he looked up to the ceiling. "I'm a soulless demon and, God help me, I still love you."

"You're becoming more human," Buffy murmured.

Buffy stood in front of her mirror, shirt lifted partially up to reveal her stomach. It was growing pretty fast. Too fast, she thought. It had been 2 months, and the signs were clear. Her clothes were getting tight. She pulled her shirt down and headed downstairs.

Cordelia soon arrived and drove her to the doctor's office. It was time for a check-up.

"So, Buffy, those thighs enlarging yet?" Cordelia asked.

Buffy glared at her. "No, Cordy, they aren't."

"Sheesh, just a question. It's your own fault you got knocked up. At least Xander and I use pro..." she realized what she had just said.

Buffy stared at her and she turned bright red. She expected Buffy to blow up. "Well, I'm surprised, but I'm glad you use protection," was all she said.

"Umm, Buffy? Please don't tell anyone. Especially Willow. I know I've been mean and this is just the kind of black mailing thing you can use, but...."

"I swear. I won't tell a soul. Or a vampire."

Cordelia smiled. "I was kidding about the thigh thing. You are pretty cool."

Cordelia and Buffy were becoming better friends each day.

Cordy waited in the lounge while Buffy went in for the check up. They did a small ultra sound. It was too early to tell whether it was a boy or girl, but not too early to determine something else.

"Miss Summers, I have some news," Dr. Jameson told her, writing something in her folder.

"Good or bad?" Buffy asked worriedly.

"It depends. Are twins good or bad?" Buffy felt like she was going to pass out.

"Twins? Are you sure?" the doctor nodded.

Buffy told Cordelia the verdict on the way back. Cordelia was excited. Buffy was a little weary. She still had to tell her friends, her mom, and Angel.

She told Cordelia to tell Xander and Giles. She called Willow herself, and talked to her mom in person.

Willow was also excited, and promised to spread the word to Oz. Her mom managed a smile. Xander had called Buffy, apologizing for the other day in the library. Giles also called, wishing her the best of luck. Now, she had to face Angel.

Angel had been staying in his old apartment, instead of at the warehouse. He saw Buffy all the time, and they had gotten along together. He knew he still loved her. He wasn't surprised to see her outside his door.

"Hey, Buffy," he noticed her worried expression. "What's wrong?"

She walked in the house. "Oh, you're gonna get a kick out of this."

He faced her. "What is it? Something about the baby?"

"Oh yeah, but now you'll have to mention it plural, as in babies."

Angel grabbed the wall for support. "Oh my God, what are you saying?"

"I'm having twins," Buffy watched, half worried, half amused as Angel fainted to the floor.

"Oooohhhhhh," Spike looked up as Drusilla doubled over. She was having a vision.

"What is it, Baby?" Spike asked.

"Baby," she repeated. "Yes, a baby. No, two babies."

"What? Who's having two babies?" Spike asked, confused.

Drusilla smiled. "The slayer. And her Angel. Angel..." Dru frowned. "But he's my daddy, not theirs!"

Spike couldn't believe it. Angel had knocked up the slayer?? And they were having two babies? Dru was mad. Angel was her 'daddy', her sire. Now he was playing with his slayer.

"Angel? Are you ok?" Buffy asked as he woke up.

"Oh, just fine," he remembered why he'd passed out. "And I thought I couldn't even have children...but twins?" he asked her, staring into her eyes. Buffy nodded.

Angel noticed her stomach. It was rounder, and it carried his two children. Buffy took his hand and pressed it against her stomach. He was a vampire, so he strained his ears, listening for their heart beats. He could hear them. Small, but steady. He smiled.

"Giles! Giles!" Willow ran into the library frantically waving a yellow disk in the air.

He came out of his office. "What is it, Willow?"

"I found this! It belonged to Ms. Calendar, and it contains..." she paused, catching her breath. "A way to restore Angel's soul."

Giles took of his glasses. "Restoration."

"Not just that!" Willow said excitedly. "It does it so that the spell can never be broken, and, it tells how to make a mortal immortal!"

Giles looked at her. "Why would we need that?"

"We could make Angel good, and Buffy and the babies immortal, so they could live together forever!" she said happily.

Giles nodded. "Willow, that just might work..."

Joyce was worried. She'd let Buffy off the hook when she had stayed inside and done what was asked of her, but she was gone again. No doubt with that boy, Angel. *College student my Ass!* Joyce thought bitterly. The guy was at least 24, probably older. And, he'd had sex with her daughter! If she ever saw that boy around her house, she'd call the police. It was against the law to sleep with a minor, which is exactly what he'd done. Still, Buffy's words echoed in her mind. "It was my decision."

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