Nobody's Home

I get back with my treasure prize and place the box on the kitchen counter; I unpack the bag with the blood in and put it in the fridge for when Angel wants it.
“You’re back” Angel notices. I wave at him and grab my box and sit in front of the TV and start munching on the tasty donuts.
“Bloods in the fridge” I mumble through my crumby mouth.
“Thanks. Did the doctor say anything?” He enquires. I swallow my mouth of soft sugary dough.
“Baby’s five centimetres long” I shove another small donut into my mouth the chocolate icing sticking to my teeth.
“That’s getting bigger then” He tries to show an interest but I really just want to eat my donuts. He walks away and I stuff a few more into my mouth before sitting back completely bloated.
“Oooh” I moan “I can’t move” I slide the box onto the floor and try my best to climb out of the chair. Darkness succumbs to the apartment and Angel announces he’s going out for a walk. I take my cardigan off and head into the kitchen with my donuts; I take a small one out of the box and lick the icing off the top, suddenly an idea pops into my head. I take a knife from the drawer and cut the little donut in half and take some of the dough from inside, I take Angel’s blood and pour a little bit inside then place the other half atop it. I put it on a little plate and leave it on the kitchen counter for Angel, a small sign of my gratitude for his help.

I keep walking over to the donut to make sure it’s still intact, I walk over to the door and look out into the corridor for him coming home, but I never hear his footsteps. I close the door and rush over to the donut once again. Still there, still looking as good as ever…except for the whole bloody thing…I sigh sadly and curl up on the sofa waiting for his return.
I hear the click of the door closing and sit up on the sofa, I fell asleep I think, I look at the clock; yeah it’s been an hour since I last looked.
“I’m glad you’re home” I jump up and skip over to him, “sit down I made you a present” I tell him excitedly, he looks at me confused “Sit!!” I tell him again. He rolls his eyes playfully but retreats to the sofa and sits down.
“Now close your eyes” I toy with him and get the plate, I prod the donut, it’s all good. I toddle over to him and sit beside him and place the plate in his waiting hands.
“Open your eyes” I smile happily and wait for his reaction. He looks down and slightly baffled picks up the small donut.
“You made it…” he questions
“Well I didn’t make it make it but I put something special in it” I laugh nervously, he takes it apart and his shoulders drop calmly, my face changes to that of an unsure one.
“Do you like it?” I hope.
“Faith, it’s the sweetest thing anyone has made for me” He looks up at me, my eyes light up and I throw my arms around him, he puts the plate to one side and hugs me back, I pull back slightly and look at him again, without thinking I move forward and kiss him on the lips, softly at first, but he reciprocates by opening his lips in time with mine, his strong hands run through my hair, I try to move into a lying position but he stops me.
“Faith…” he begins sensitively, I drop my hand from his cheek and nod.
“I know…we can’t do this” I whisper kissing his hand before standing up and heading to my bed, I take one lingering look at him as I close the bedroom door. I just wish he would join me.

I wake up early the next morning, I turn over and the bed is bare next to me, I feel empty inside, I knew he wouldn’t come, don’t know why I even assumed it would happen. I sit up and slowly pull myself round to getting out of bed; I rub my eyes free from sleep and step onto the cold wood floors. I peek my head out into the front room, my gaze follows him walk from the sofa to the fridge to drink his blood. I step back inside the bedroom and pull on some clothes, a white shirt with a pink skirt. I walk into the front room and silently acknowledge Angel; he nods back at me in return.
“Are you alright?” he asks me suddenly. I walk towards the kitchen where he is and get my donuts out of the fridge.
“Yeah…are you?” When did it get weird between us…I take a bite out of a donut and sigh heavily. It was just a kiss for fuck sake, why am I being so worked up over this?

“I hate going alone” I moan, its afternoon of my next appointment.
“What do you want me to do, Faith?” Angel sighs back to me; it was common for us to have these little tiffs, kept my spirits up having ups and downs.
“I’ll ask her what the latest time she does one” I reason.
“Faith it’s summer almost you’re going to need one at 10pm and I really don’t think that’ll happen” He laughs sarcastically. I kick the sofa and storm into the bedroom to dress.
No matter what I wore it was becoming more apparent I was pregnant…that or I was a heavy beer drinker.
He broods into the room and leans against the door; I stand in my underwear pulling a skirt up above my hips. I watch his eyes taking the sight of me in.
“Why don’t you ask Buffy…?” He says out of the blue. I hastily pull on a sleeveless top and slip my shoes on.
“Because Buffy doesn’t know and I want to keep it like that” I spit back at him. He moves out of the way of my bustling self and watches as I stuff my appointment card into my bag.
“Money?” I quip cheekily. He stares at me not moving. “Please?” I giggle. He walks towards me and rubs my cheek reaching for his wallet; he pulls out a $10 and gives it me.
“Thank you” I purr before heading off out of the apartment.

To be continued...