Chapter 8

The were all huddled around the nursery window, looking at all the newborns. Angel knew right away which baby was his son. This was further confirmed when one of the nurses picked up the tiny intant, and carried him out to them. Everyone agreed to let Angel hold the baby first. Angel himself was a bit modest, and timid. The nurse handed him the baby, and he carefully held him. terrified that he would break, if he held on too tight.

"So do we have a name yet?" the nurse asked.

"yeah, his name is Connor" Angel said proudly, beaming from ear to ear.

The nurse just thought he was a happy new dad. She had no idea that he was a vampire, and becoming a father had never been a dream he had let himself have. All he could do for a good while was just study the baby. His eyes, his nose, his ears, and count his fingers and his toes. He could actually see parts of himself reflected in the little boy`s face. And he has Buffy`s eyes, there was no doubt about that.

"Look at that brow, he looks just like you" Cordelia smiled, looking over his shoulder.

This made Angel smile even brighter. None of them had ever seen him like that. It was strange, how this tiny person could make his life so complete. Angel soon realized that he haven`t let anyone else hold the baby and turned to Joyce.

"Would you like to hold him?"

"Yes" Joyce`s eyes lit up, and Angel carefully handed her the baby.

One by one they all held Connor, and then handed him back to Angel, just as the doctor arrived.

"Hey doctor, when can I see my daughter?" Joyce asked.

Angel could tell something was wrong.

"There has been a complication, Buffy has Disseminated intravascular coagulation , its known as DIC."

"What does that mean?" Xander asked.

"We can`t get her blood to cloth, she has slipped into a coma."

Angel watched Joyce turn to Giles for support. He felt his body go numb.

"So what are you doing to help her?" Willow asked.

It`s up to her now, we are giving her transfusions. But if her blood doesn`t start to cloth...she will bleed to death."

"Oh my God, my little girl" Joyce cries.

"I`m very sorry" the doctor said.

Angel feelt his heart sink.

this couldn`t be happening, not now.

He looked down at the tiny infant who stared at him with fresh eyes. Angel slowly raised him to his chest, holding him close, feeling his little heart, beat againts his chest.

They all took turn sitting with Buffy.

It was now Angel`s turn. He spend a few minutes outside trying to prepare himself. Then placed his hand on the handle, and slowly opened the door. Buffy lay still and pale. She was attached to machines, and there was a breathing mask covering her face. She looked so fragile. For a long time he just stood there, motionless, staring at her. Tears formed in his eyes.

Then he slowly moved forward, and sat down on a chair that was placed next to the bed. He gently reached for her hand, it felt cold. He was so used to it feeling warm. His hands trembled as he lifted her hand and softly kissed it.

He looked up at Buffy "Connor is doing really well..." His voice cracked.

He was told that it helped to talk to her, but he couldn`t find the words right now.

He got up, and moved closer to Buffy. He gently put his hand on her head, leaned in and whispered in her ear. "You have to fight, you have to fight to come back to us. We need you....I need you" he placed a loving kiss on her forehead and sat back down in the chair, clasping her hand in his, and just watched her, with tears in his eyes.

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