About two months later

Buffy couldn't remember the last time she had felt right, it was like every morning she was more tired than the other and few days ago she had become sick from the smell of her secretary's salad that had dressing on it. She groaned as some fragrance of perfume assaulted her sense of smell and she quickly made her way to her office, closing the door firmly and taking deep breathes. The wave of nausea was gone and she let out a sigh of relief, only it was replaced by another groan when she thought she should go to see her doctor and she really couldn't stand hospitals. She made her way to her desk and aimlessly went through the pages of her calendar till she noticed something was missing. She backed away few pages and then back forward again and her eyes widened. She picked up the phone sitting on her desk and quickly dialed the number. She didn't have to wait long for the answer.

“Faith. I'm late!” she said to the phone with desperation in her voice.

“Late for what?” came the confused voice of her friend from the other end.

“Do I have to draw it to you? I am LATE”, repeated pointedly and there was a long silence on the phone till there was a loud: “WHAT!” She pulled the phone away from her ear and sighed deeply.

“My thoughts exactly. Could you come to my place in half an hour? I'm gonna go to a store to get a test and I really need the support”, she said growing more miserable by the moment.

“Of course. I'll see you there”, Faith answered and Buffy gave a mental sigh of relief.

“Thanks. Bye.” She hung up the phone and leaned into her chair with a exhausted sigh. She had been so busy with her work that she hadn't even noticed that she was over a months late, it wasn't unusual for the time of her period to variate when she had a lot of stress and because of the new big showing, she had been under a lot of pressure.

With another sigh she forced herself out of the chair and made her way out of the office to her secretary's desk. “Gloria, I'm so sorry but I have to go, I'm not feeling so good”, she said to the elderly woman in front of the desk. She looked at Buffy with worry marring her face and she asked with a tentative voice: ”Are you okay, miss Summers. Do I need to call someone?”

Buffy shook her head with a weak smile. “No need, I already called Faith and she's meeting me later. I'm sorry to drop this all on you so suddenly.”

“It is quite alright, I've noticed you haven't been yourself for sometime now, and even now you're white as a sheet. Are you sure you're gonna be alright, maybe I should take you to a hospital?” Gloria asked ready to speed her to the ER. Buffy just shook her head.

“I'm sure it will pass”, she assured, 'In about seven to eight months', she added wryly to herself. “I'm gonna go”, she said pointing at the door and Gloria nodded her permission for her to leave.

“What it say?” she asked and Buffy turned slowly to look at her.

“Could you look?” she asked nervously and Faith rolled her eyes.

“Don't be such a baby”, she said but immediately regretted it since she might be pregnant to the only one night stand of her life. She stepped into the room and peaked at the stick. “What did that mean again?” she asked confused, she forgot the instructions as soon as she read them.

“Umm...”, Buffy started nervously and looked at the test, holding her breathe. Her eyes widened and she nearly cried out. “I'm pregnant”, she whispered and sat down to the toilet lid.

“There's still a slight possibility that the test is wrong, wait for the two others and then make the decision”, Faith tried to comfort and she nodded, easing her friends mind but in her mind she knew she was pregnant and the two other tests would just be more proof. She had always wanted children of her own but she had figured she would be married by then with the man she loved, not having a child of a man she had known only for one evening but no matter what the circumstances were, she could help but feel a little happy that she was pregnant.

Ten minutes later the other two pregnancy tests were looked at and both of them confirmed she was pregnant. Faith seemed to be in more of a shock than Buffy. They were sitting in the kitchen, steaming cups of coffee in front of them, both a bit dazed by the news. Faith turned to look at Buffy in question, raising her brow at her.

“Why didn't you guys use rubber?” she asked and Buffy blushed.

“We did”, she answered and a short pause later mumbled: “The first time.”

Faith chuckled.

“It got a bit... heavy”, she explained and this time Faith laughed.

“Oh come on, it must have been more than a bit since miss Responsible forgot to use protection. You made Riley use rubber every time for the two years you two were together”, she said and laughed again.

“Okay, I admit it, I wasn't really thinking straight”, Buffy mumbled in response.

“You could say that”, Faith smirked but soon turned serious.

“What are you going to do?”

“I don't know”, Buffy sighed and ran her hands through her hair in frustration. “I'm gonna keep it but the other stuff, I really don't know”, she clarified.

“Are you sure, that's a big responsibility?” Faith asked making Buffy sigh deeply.

“I'm sure, I'm not going to abandon my child like my dad did. I'm gonna keep her or him and try to make as good home as I can. Now all I have to do is go to a check up and somehow find Angelus.”

“Why?” Faith asked, clearly confused.

“He needs to know he's about to be a father”, she explained and Faith looked at her like she was speaking in a different language.

“I never figured you'd...” she started but Buffy interrupted her, feeling little insulted.

“I'm not! I just think he needs to know that he's going to be a father. I'm not going to demand anything from him, just tell him that I'm pregnant. If I manage to find him, that is”, Buffy quickly explained in disbelief that her friend could even think such a thing about her.

“I'm sorry, B”, she apologized and Buffy just nodded her head, not saying anything. “So how are you supposed to find this hunk of yours?” Faith asked, trying to steer Buffy's thoughts away from what she had just said, sometimes her brain wasn't working as well as she wanted it and she said some things she didn't mean.

“I was thinking of asking Willow. Somewhere between the drinks, he told me he was a lawyer. I mean, how many lawyers named Angelus can there be?”, Buffy confessed and Faith raised her eyebrow at her.

“Are you going to tell her why you want to find this particular hunk?”

“Not yet, I'm thinking I'm not going to spread the word out too much, at least not before I tell him. You know how bad liar Willow is and how nervous she gets when she knows something that others don't, so, I'm not telling her yet, she just might blurt it out to mom and that wouldn't be pretty”, she explained, dreading the fact that she would have to tell her mother that she was pregnant, hopefully it was in the distant future. 'Yeah right', she scoffed to herself.

Angelus was sitting in the club he had met the beautiful blond creature he couldn't get out of his mind. He didn't understand it, it had never happened before, he always got what he wanted and moved on to the next target, so why did he have the urge to try and find the apartment he had sneaked out one morning two months ago.

“Angel? Are you listening?” Wesley asked slightly annoyed that the brooding man didn't seem to pay any attention to him. Angelus turned to look at Wesley with a frown marring his features.

“Do you have to call me Angel in public?” he asked and Wesley shrugged his shoulders in surrender.

“Nobody's going to notice it. It is hard to break a habbit after nearly thirty years”, he explained. He and Angelus had known each other since they were kids, Wesley was born in England but his parents moved to Los Angeles when he was five, that's when he met Angelus, who lived next door. Wesley was the one that helped Angelus pass his studies in high school, it wasn't that he couldn't make it with his brains, it was more like the skirts divided his attention too much to care about the next test. After high school Wesley went to Oxford and Angelus stayed in LA, studying to be a lawyer and ending up working in his grandfathers firm, not that he did much working. After starting as a lawyer, he had insisted on everyone to call him Angelus, which was his real name that no one had ever really used.

“I can't believe I'm saying this, but are you having girl trouble?” Wesley asked shaking his head and looking heavenward. Angelus quickly whipped his head to look at his friend in the eye.

“What?!”

“You don't seem to listen a word I say, you have been glancing around yourself like you were looking for someone. Did you knock up some poor girl?”

“Don't be an idiot, I always use protection”, Angelus answered defensively, he was slightly offended by what his friend was suggesting, so what if he couldn't get Buffy out of his head but Wes didn't need to know that, he would never hear the end of it. He groaned inside his head, why was this happening to him, why couldn't he get one petite deliciously fuckable blond out of his head.

Angelus was sitting in front of his desk, reading some files on his new case, bored out of his mind. The buzzer sounded and his secretary's voice came through the intercom.

“There's a miss Summers here to see you.” He could hear in her voice that she was looking at the woman with detest, by now he knew his secretary hated every beautiful woman who stepped into his office and that made his decision easy for him.

“Send her in”, he said to the intercom and he could almost see the irritated frown on his secretary's face, and that always made him smile, if she wasn't so efficient, he would have fired her ass long time ago.

The door opened and the beautiful blond he hadn't got his mind off of, stepped into the room. He was sure he was dreaming, it couldn't be real anyway, he looked at her up and down, in his mind complimenting her for choosing the knee-high skirt that clung to her curves and for the simple, yet not too simple blouse that showed off her chest but not too much, just enough to give a hint what waited underneath. He felt his cock quickly growing hard and if this really was a dream, he would soon throw her on to the desk and fuck her till she screamed his name. But he was taken away from his musings when she gently closed the door and walked closer to the desk he was still sitting behind. She had a small frown on her face and there was a air of nervousness around her.

“I'm sorry to come by without making an appointment or something but this is important”, she said and stopped right behind the desk.

“How did you find me?” Angelus asked suspiciously, now that he knew this wasn't one of his dirty fantasy's.

“There really aren't that many lawyers named Angelus. Come to think of it, I think you're the only one”, she answered, getting some confidence back from his cool greeting. For a fleeting moment, he wanted to take his words back, they had more harsh than he meant them to be, but soon he got a grip. What was this woman doing to him? Buffy shifted nervously on her feet and turned to look at him, he was looking very intimidating sitting behind the big desk with his dark looks but she was not going to back down, she needed to get it over with so she knew where they stand.

“Okay, I'm just gonna say this...” she said but paused, taking several deep breathes, trying to calm herself. “I'm pregnant”, she blurted out and he started laughing, a low giggle like sound, not the reaction she had been expecting, maybe screaming, dumb catatonic state or even fainting but laughing she hadn't been expecting to happen. She looked at him like he had grown another head but then she started to get angry.

“What's so funny? You knocked me up and you find it funny?” she asked him her temper rising. Angelus got up from his chair, he stalked around the table looking very much like a predator and he stood in his full hight in front of her.

“Nice try, lass. But you're not getting a nickel out of me, you're not the first one to try pull this trick on me”, he said coldly staring at her with piercing eyes but to his surprise, she didn't waver under his gaze, she just wouldn't let herself be intimidated by the man in front of her.

“You asshole, I'm not after your money, I have plenty of my own. I just wanted to tell you, you knocked me up cause I thought you deserved to know whether you care or not. Obviously you don't. I don't expect you to be part of her or his life unless you want to and I get by very well on my own so you don't have to worry about the money either. I just thought you should know”, she said hotly and folded her arms in front of her, unconsciously lifting her cleavage for him to rest his eyes on.

“And what makes you think that the brat is mine?” he asked.

“Because you are the only person I've had sex with for the past six months”, Buffy answered, deciding to feel embarrassed of the confession later, now was not the time to be blushing.

“We used condoms”, he tried desperately even though he wouldn't let it show in his voice.

“Not the second time”, Buffy answered more softly.

She climbed on top of him, grinding her core against his once again hard as a rock cock. She was slowly driving him crazy and soon he had enough, he grabbed her hips and guided his cock inside her wet heat. They both groaned at the sensation, she placed her hands on his chest for balance and soon she started move on him, gyrating her hips languidly and lifting herself almost completely off of him only to be slammed down by him. He almost groaned at the memory, his cock hardening again, wanting to be inside her. But he shook himself out of the memory and shaking his head, made some distance between her and himself.

“No”, he said loosing some of his resistance but still refusing to believe it.

“I took three pregnancy tests and had my doctors appointment this morning, I doubt they all can be wrong”, she said calmly and he turned sharply to look at her. She could see the conflicts of emotions playing behind his eyes even though his face wouldn't reveal a thing and she sighed heavily.

“You need to think about it, I know it came as a blurt but...” she started but didn't know how to finish, she herself was terrified of the fact that she was pregnant so she knew how he must have been feeling. “I'll let you think about it, without any pressure. When you decide something, this is where you can reach me”, she said and placed a business card on the table before leaving the office.

He looked up as he heard the door close and his eyes drifted to the card on the table. Quickly he grabbed it and looked at it, it had a name of an art gallery, address and phone number and most importantly, her name, Buffy Summers. He wanted to throw it away, he almost did but something inside him stopped him and he placed it securely into the top drawer. He sighed deeply, sinking into his chair and hanging his head in his hands, what was he going to do.

Two hours later and little work done, Angelus' secretary informed him that his grandfather wanted to see him in his office right away. He groaned out loud, the day couldn't be better. Reluctantly he made his way to the top floor and into his grandfathers office, he knew it was never good when he was summoned there. He walked through the door despite the protests of the secretary and his grandfather, Daniel O'Reilly was already sitting behind his desk, looking as menacing as ever and he seemed to have expected the rebellious act of just walking in.

“You summoned”, Angelus said with faining indifference, his grandfather always managed to intimidate him but he wouldn't let him see that.

“Sit down, Angelus”, Daniel commanded and grudgingly he did just that, plopping to the chair in front of the large desk.

“I never was one to beat around the bush, so I am going to go straight to the point. I have had enough of your irresponsible, carefree behavior, of you not taking responsibility on anything and the several scandals you have caused with your lady friends. Well, it is about to come to a stop”, Daniel said with his business man voice he used against tough clients.

“What's that supposed to mean?” Angelus asked warily, he didn't like the direction the conversation was going.

“That it is time for you to grow up”, Daniel stated bluntly before continuing.

“You are my only close blood relative left, your father is dead and I never could stand your mother, right at this moment she's spending the latest divorce money in Nice. At least something good came out of that disastrous marriage, that would be meaning you, Angelus. Besides you, there is only left that good for nothing son of my late brother. But if you don't get your act together, I will leave you out of my will and leave the company to him. I am a old man and I am not going to live forever but I do intend to leave a legacy behind, this company being part of it and I want my family line continuing even after I am gone. So here comes the ultimatum, within a year you will marry and give me grandchildren before my time is up, or else I will remove you from my will, stop the money from flowing your way and resign you from your current position.”

“What?!” Angelus yelled jumping to his feet, he could see his grandfather was not kidding, he looked dead serious and one fact of life was that Daniel O'Reilly didn't have a sense of humor. “You can't be serious! You're expecting me to just grab the next woman and marry her!” he yelled but Daniel didn't show any reaction.

“No, I don't expect you to marry one of your one night lovers, knowing you, you'd find a woman like your mother.”

“So you're saying I will have to find someone 'suitable' and just fall in love within a year!” Angel yelled at him incredulously. He was pacing the office like a caged tiger, running his hand through his hair repeatedly and looking like he was ready to explode. But Daniel showed very little emotion.

“I didn't say anything about love, there can be a marriage without love. When I married your grandmother, we barely knew each other, our parents arranged it but during our years together, we developed very deep feelings towards each other, she was the best thing that happened to me. But knowing you, you can't be tied to a one woman, I don't care what you feel for your wife as long as there will be children.”

“I can't believe you!” Angelus yelled nearly in rage before stomping through the door, nearly breaking it off the hinges. He strode to the elevator, ignoring his grandfather yelling his name. In the elevator he paced the small space till he could get off of it and with long strides he went to his office.

“I don't want to be disturbed by anything!” he practically yelled at his secretary and slammed his office door closed. In his office he kept pacing till he let out a angry growl and slammed his fist into the wall, making a small dent into the hard surface. He pulled in deep breaths before finally settling down to his chair, closing his eyes and just concentrating on breathing.

He was furious, he couldn't stand people telling him what to do but he knew he didn't have many choices left, he was very aware of the fact that he was a spoiled rich kid who didn't really work even though he was on the payroll. He was too accustomed to the lifestyle he lived that he didn't know if he could learn to live without the family money, he was truly considering the possibility of marrying some meek rich girl just to get Daniel off his back.

But then there were the children, he could live with the idea of marrying someone he didn't love or much care about and just coexisting with her while having other women to satisfy his needs, but he didn't want the children into the mix. He knew all too well what it was like to a young child live in a home that was a loveless battlefield, he himself had experienced it all, he knew his father had loved his mother when they married but she had turned out to be a gold digger and in the fear of loosing his fortune in the divorce, he had stayed married. Angelus had already been born and he had witnessed as his parents learned to resent and hate each other, always fighting and pulling him into the middle. They both had had numerous affairs outside the marriage and they had caused only more trouble. His father had started drinking heavily and finally got tired of it all and granted his mother a divorce, of course she had used Angelus as a weapon during the fight for the money.

After the divorce, Angelus watched for two years as his father drank himself to death, finally getting himself killed while driving under the influence. At the age of twelve, Angelus was without a father and in the middle of yet another messy court case, this time it was his mother and his grandfather fighting for him. After a long year, he was sent to live with his grandfather but he was raised by several different nannies.

Angelus sighed wearily, what was he going to do. He looked at the clock, he would still have three hours of work but he wasn't going to stay that long in the building, he needed a way to vent the anger he felt at the moment. Roughly he pulled the top drawer open and grabbed the car keys. He was about to slam it closed when the business card caught his eyes. Tentatively he took the card between his fingers and just stared at it.