Angel still can't process when you and he had that little devil that you carried in your arms all the time. His baby, your baby.

Angel was happy, after all, he loved you and wanted an eternal life with you, to be a father, but... He still hasn't gotten used to not being the 'spoiled' of the house anymore. All your attention on the baby.

"I think you should put our baby in the crib..." Angel murmurs, watching you cradling the baby in your arms. He wanted to be the one between them.