Two Weeks
"Thanks Gunn," Max spoke softly as she held the door open to the hotel. She, Eva and Gunn had just returned from Eva’s two-week check-up with the doctor. She’d tried to arrange an evening appointment, but Dr. Reid was unable to comply. So they’d made plans to have Gunn or Wes take the ladies in.
"Anything for a lovely lady," Gunn smiled back, stepping through with the baby seat in his broad hands. Eva was still sleeping peacefully. "And you too Max," he teased. It didn’t bother her at all. She was just as much under her daughter’s spell as the others were. He carried the baby over to Cordy’s desk while Max followed, carrying some last minute shopping bags. She set them beside the desk as Gunn pressed a quick kiss to the baby’s forehead. Cordy’s eyebrows raised and he chuckled nervously. "I admit it. I’m a sucker for a little pink bow," he referred to the decoration on Eva that Cordy had insisted on. She was after all, the self-appointed fashion queen for the group. With a last smile and wave, he hurried off to catch up with Wes.
"Hey," Angel greeted as he pulled his office door open and caught sight of Max. "How was everything?" Before she could answer, he was already at the car seat, unbuckling his daughter. He lifted her out with gentle hands as Max watched, filled with motherly anxiety. Angel was used to this by now and didn’t comment. He knew that Max knew he’d never let anything happen to Eva. But she worried anyway. As did he.
"It was all good," she reported. "She’s gaining weight. Her reflexes are normal. She didn’t even cry." She dug into her jean pocket and pulled forth a card. "Dr. Reid also recommended a pediatric doctor that’s taking on patients." Angel glanced at the card. "We’ll see if Wes can check him out." Angel nodded, encouraging the protectiveness that they all felt.
"Okay," he smiled down at his daughter. "Eva and I are going to go cuddle."
"It’s a good thing his arms don’t go numb," Max chuckled to Cordy. They all knew that Angel was definitely a hands-on father. He relished each moment he spent with the little baby. He surprised all of them but Max, at how adept he was at changing diapers and soothing their little girl. But Max knew all about where his experience had come from, and appreciated it more than ever. She couldn’t imagine the heartbreak of giving Eva up, but knew she would in a heartbeat if it was the best thing for her girl.
"So, what did you buy?" Cordy asked, her hands already itching to search the bags. "And hey! Shopping without me? Some best friend." She sniffed mockingly, as if completely insulted.
"Just a few necessities," Max replied airily. But she was just as excited about some of the purchases. She nodded and Cordy eagerly dipped into the bags. From the first, she drew forth a box and hid a frown. Not what she’d expected.
"I figure it’ll come in handy," was all Max said. Cordelia set it back in the bag and moved on to the next.
"I guess that means babysitters are in the offing?" she teased hopefully.
"Maybe down the road," Max agreed. "But for now, just to take the pressure off." Cordy nodded understandingly. After all, she was the only female present that came close to understanding Max’s dilemma. But her focus was lost as she came to the next box. She peeked inside and her eyes lit up.
"So, I guess Dr. Reid had good news for you too?" she grinned devilishly. Max returned the grin.
"He did," she confirmed, then glanced down at the box. "I was trying to decide between the black and the red and then this caught my eye."
"Angel’s going to love it," Cordy enthused, slipping the box back into the bag. "You are so lucky to have your figure back already."
"Not quite," Max grimaced, rubbing at the small pooch left over in her abdomen. "But I’m working on it."
"Gonna get Angel to help?"
"Oh yeah!" Before she could comment further, a small cry was heard from the office. And while never loud, it was definitely demanding. And as usual, Max’s body responded immediately and instinctively. She glanced down with a sigh. The physical evidence of a breastfeeding mother was prominently showing itself. "Damn!" she swore softly. "That’s the second shirt today," she complained. "Breast pads my ass!" Cordy just giggled as Max hefted the diaper bag over her shoulder and left to tend to her daughter.
Angel was just about to call her when she hurried into the office. He noticed her somewhat familiar wet tee shirt look and grinned. "Do you want to go downstairs?"
"No, I get sore if I even have to wait that long," she sighed. She plunked herself down in his large, comfortable chair and readied herself. Angel placed Eva in her arms and they settled into the now comfortable routine. Angel perched on his desk, unabashedly watching. He’d been hesitant at first about Max sharing this with him. But when she was comfortable with the new sensations, she’d pulled Angel to her side so he could cuddle them. And he took a strange pride in watching her and their daughter bonding this way.
When the baby was done, Max handed her to her father to be burped, wincing a little as she did. She reached for the diaper bag and quickly withdrew a cloth for him to cover is shoulder with. But as she tossed it to him, she winced again.
"You okay?" Angel asked softly.
"Mm-hmm," she answered, rubbing at the offended limb. She glanced up at him. "Oh, I decided to go with the shot instead of pills or the patch." Angel nodded. It was something Wes had brought up, as neither new parent gave it a moments thought. "Dr. Reid said it would be sore for a day or so. And stupid me, I went ahead and got it in the arm I use the most."
"I could massage it later," he smirked. She raised a brow at him, but said nothing to encourage him.
"I’m going to go take a shower," she decided. "Can you check her diaper before you put her down?"
"Sure thing," he agreed quickly. "I’ll get her all tucked in."
"And then you can tuck me in," she mumbled, covering a suddenly wide-mouthed yawn. Angel was immediately sympathetic.
"Tired baby?"
"A little," she plucked her wet shirt from her front, looking forward to cleaning the stickiness of her daughter’s ministrations off her body. "I’ll see you soon." She angled her face up for a kiss, which he gave. She planted a swift kiss on Eva’s head as the baby nuzzled her father’s neck. "See you baby girl."
Max hurried out the door, fairly snatching the bags that Cordy held out and dashed down the stairs. She only had about twenty minutes before she figured Eva would be burped, changed and finally asleep. So she had to hurry. Her first stop was the bathroom for a quick shower. She patted herself off hurriedly and put away some of the shopping. It needed to be handy but she figured the bathroom or bedroom was the best place for it. She didn’t want to detract Angel’s attention from her just yet though, so she left it under the cabinet. With the towel wrapped securely around her, she carried her other purchase to the bedroom.
She had just finished drying fully as she heard Angel and Eva descending the stairs. He was trying to be quiet, she realized. A goofy grin spread over her face. Angel was always considerate of her. It made her feel pampered, but she shook it off. She was going to be doing the pampering soon. She pulled the outfit she’d purchased out of its box and slipped it on. She paused before the vanity table’s mirror that Angel had procured for her and checked her appearance. She fluffed her hair, then grimaced as she pulled in her stomach as best she could. Not that Angel had ever made her feel bad about it. At least the nighty was loose there. She heard Angel softly murmuring to the baby and knew he’d be in their bedroom next.
She hurried to pull the bed covers back in an inviting manner. She’d changed the simple cotton sheets to the black silk after he’d gone upstairs that morning. And then covered it with the forest green comforter. She fluffed up the pillows and reclined against them. She hesitated a little, unsure of herself for a moment. She’d never really done this before. Trying to be all come-hither. But with their enforced abstinence before and after Eva had been born, she wanted to do something a little special. And with the green light from the doctor, she didn’t want to wait.
A tension stretched through her as she waited for her lover to join her. She nearly growled in frustration as she heard his footsteps near, then falter and move away. She mentally reassured herself that he would come back. And after a few minutes, he did. The door swung open silently and Angel stepped through, a glazed look on his face.
"Max?" he hesitated in the doorway. He didn’t dare go any closer. He’d smelled her arousal the moment he’d entered their apartment. And as much as he wanted to run in and pounce on her, they had the baby to consider, plus the doctor’s warning. Six weeks of waiting, no ifs, ands or buts. And Angel was nearly at the end of his tether. He didn’t need her scent sending his already reeling senses into deep overdrive.
"Angel," she answered teasingly.
"I thought you were going to take a nap," he growled softly. She clambered slowly to her knees and moved to the edge of the bed, giving him an eyeful of the lacy white nightgown that he’d have sworn she’d never worn before. He swallowed hard, staring at the plunging neckline that dipped between her milk-swollen breasts. The delicate fabric cupped them gently, giving little support, letting them sway freely as she moved. The picture she made, light against the darkness of their bed was more enticing than he needed. He took a quick half-step forward, then forced himself to stop.
"I’m suddenly not so sleepy anymore," she purred, reaching for him. He let her, not stopping moving forward until his knees hit the bed. He inhaled sharply when he felt her tongue at his throat. He blinked rapidly, trying to control himself.
"The d-doctor said s-six weeks," he managed to gasp out.
"Dr. Reid fibbed," she chuckled. "That was just a guideline," she continued teasing him, trailing her tongue down his chest. As she unbuttoned his shirt, she nipped at his skin, reveling in the broad expanse of his chest. She pushed the shirt down off his arms to watch it flutter to the floor. "I’m all healed up, and he said whenever I was comfortable." She slowly undid his belt buckle. "And baby, I’m good to go," she stared coyly up at him as she pulled the belt loose. "As long as you’re… gentle!" She punctuated her last word with a snap from the belt as it came loose from its mooring.
He stared at her for a long moment, taking in what she’d said. Then he swept down on her, knocking them both back to the bed. Max managed to twist her legs, so as not to snap them at the kneecaps. She stretched her neck in pleasure as she felt his hands all over her, roaming freely as he nipped now at her throat. She was busy herself, undoing his pants and pushing them and his boxers insistently from his body. Her legs parted naturally as his hands roamed lower to catch in her curls. He stroked her a few times before gritting his teeth and rolling away from her. "Angel?" His hands were clenched into fists his eyes screwed shut. He seemed to be chanting ‘gentle’, over and over. She understood immediately. It was too much. It had been too long for both of them and he wasn’t sure he could do gently at this point. She took pity on him.
Angel opened his eyes, relaxing his fists, until a familiar sensation had him clenching them again. He lifted his head as Max slowly licked up the length of his cock again. His eyes closed in enjoyment as she slipped the tip into her warm mouth. "Yesss, baby," he hissed. Max grinned around her mouthful as she let her tongue swirl around him, readying him. She pulled back slowly, then returned over and over, taking him in deeper each time. She’d soon developed a rhythm, holding him down when he’d try to thrust upwards. She loved all the growls emanating from deep in his chest as he neared release. "Max, baby," he panted finally. "I’m gonna come, baby," he warned. She pulled back, keeping the tip in her mouth as he thrashed his head back and forth, cupping his sac tenderly as he came. He nearly howled as he came, but bit his lip, grunting as he recalled the sleeping infant in the next room.
When he was finally still, Max released him and moved up her body, slinging a leg over his hips and laying atop him. "Good?" she asked softly. He grinned lazily up at her.
"Amazing," he pulled her head down for a kiss, brushing softly against her swollen lips. They kissed gently for a few minutes as he recovered himself. When Max felt him begin to stir again, she pulled away. She braced herself with hands on either side of his shoulders. Tilting her hips invitingly across his slowly swelling member.
"Are we ready to play yet?" she giggled. He grinned up at her.
"I’m game," he murmured, lighting thrusting up. He let Max set the pace, take control. He held back the predatory side of himself so that he wouldn’t end up pushing before she was surely ready. But he needn’t have worried. She meant what she said earlier. After rubbing herself against him enticingly, hands lazily tracing patterns across his abdomen, she wanted him more so than before. Carefully she raised up on her knees, catching his member, slick from her teasing, and eased him in. She gasped a little from the sensation. Angel caught her free hand, entwining his fingers about hers. "Okay sweetie?" he asked softly. She nodded, biting her lip.
"Been a while," she panted as she forced herself to relax. Once she was fully seated, she waited a moment. "Kind of like the first time," she admitted shyly, her head hanging, hair curtaining her face. With a tender look, Angel tightened his grip on her hand and caught her about the neck with the other. He pulled her down for a simple kiss on the forehead.
"Born at dawn," he whispered huskily, "she’s a fresh start for both of us, huh?" He kissed away the tears that seeped from her eyes. She brushed a kiss across his lips, then rolled her hips experimentally. It was a different sensation than they were used to. Gentler, but somehow infinitely more fulfilling. She continued to rock gently until they finally came together, hands clasped, whispering words of love.
Angel closed his arms about Max, rolling to his side as her eyes began to drift shut. "Love you," she murmured.
"I love you too baby," he smiled. He was about to join her in slumber, but the suddenly insistent cry from next door caught his ears. He frowned. "That was a short nap," he grumbled good-naturedly. Max groaned and popped her eyes open. She glanced down at her chest. Just like clockwork.
"Probably needs her diaper changed," she decided, listening to the tone of the cry. She glanced down again as she felt slightly chilled fingers tugging the bodice of her nightgown down. With a possessive grin, Angel swept his tongue across her right nipple, catching a droplet of milk before the fabric soaked it up. "Hey," Max giggled. "Not for you."
Angel waggled his eyebrows at her. "Eva will have to learn to share sometime. May as well be now." Max rolled her eyes and prepared to get up and attend their daughter. But Angel nudged her back down. "I’ll get her. You sleep." She nodded. He pushed off of the bed, pausing only to grab a robe and then slipped out the door.
Anything For You
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