Fred stood over Connor’s crib as Angel talked to Cordelia. Fred smiled and slightly cooed at the baby. Connor was perfect: tiny, pink, and soft. Fred could only smile when she thought about how this baby, born out of so much love and sacrifice, was able to bring all of them to their knees. Fred couldn’t believe how big he had grown from when she had helped Angel bundle Connor in a jacket after the birth.
Fred looked up and nodded at Angel’s suggestion to continue reading. “I will go and see if Wesley has any books that might bring anything more to light. Come find me when Lorne gets here.” Fred smiled at her two friends and walked out the room. Just as she reached her bedroom door, Fred was suddenly hit with a sense that something was wrong. She felt like they were missing or overlooking something. The feeling reminded her of when she was running through the hotel trying to escape the infected Wesley. Trying desperately to push her doubts aside, Fred prayed she would be able to discover something important in one of the books and that they were not walking into a trap.
Fred grabbed a couple more book she thought might be worth looking through, her notepad, and set off to find Wesley and maybe Charles. Trying not to panic, Fred set her mind on the mission and saving her friends.
Ancient books were spread out on the mahogany desk in front of him and Wesley’s glasses were perched on the tip of his nose. He was leaning over a book with his magnifying glass trying to make out the ancient Arabic text on Lucifer. While the others were around various spots in the hotel readying themselves for the coming events, he was researching.
Wesley always felt comfortable in front of a book, and the older the book, the better. This has always been the case ever since he was a young boy. The young English man used to sit up in his bedroom underneath his covers with his father’s old books reading them way past his bedtime. Wesley smiled at that thought and smiled at the thought of his mother leaving small snacks like homemade cookies by his bedside table because she knew his secret.
Wesley sat down his magnifying glass and stood up at the sight of Fred walking down the stairs. A smile graced his lips and he felt his heart began to beat faster as the young Texan made her way into the lobby. Wesley stood up from his spot on the stairs, leaving his old books for a while to stand against his doorframe. He took off his glasses and wiped them on his shirt before smiling up at the girl who had stolen his dream.
Nervously, Wesley said, “Hello Fred.” He let a nervous smile grace his lips as he watched her. She was beautiful; he always thought that she was. He loved the way her eyes sparkled and how her hair framed her face. He sighed, wishing that she only felt the same way.