Frowning as she peeked into the room, her footie pajamaed feet muffling her steps, Willow frowned as she caught sight of Cordelia hovering around Connor’s crib. Ever since the baby had “arrived” in the Hotel, she had been spending more and more time by herself. In many ways, she felt incredibly angry that her time with her “Mommy” was being taken away from her.
Noticing that Cordelia hadn’t noticed her coming into the room and leaning against the wall, Willow sat down and crossed her arms over her chest. Cordelia was bound to notice her sooner or later.
Cordelia didn’t notice Willow come in right away. Most of her attention was absorbed by the little boy in front of her. Cooing at Connor and lifting him up, she only spotted Willow once she turned around. When had she come in? And how had she been so quiet? Cordelia had thought that at this point, only Angel could sneak up on her any more.
“Willow?” Still cradling the newest addition to the Fang Gang in her arms, Cordelia sat down next to the pouting child. “Is everything alright?” she inquired. She had passed by Willow’s room earlier and the girl had been asleep, so what was she doing up in Angel’s room?
Nodding, Willow continued to pout, knowing that it had a certain affect on anyone who saw it. Sitting up on the bed, she...
Cordelia sighed softly. She couldn’t entertain Willow just yet, not while Connor was still awake. He was still a finicky...