He darts past her, the need to see his son momentarily surpassing his desire to bask in the presence of the woman he loves, alive and untainted. Angel's in such a rush to get upstairs and see his child that he stumbles on the stairs, tripping over the carpeting and just barely catching himself on the banister. In this state, it would've been an awkward, nasty fall. Vampire dexterity had been good for something, and while there's a part of him that wishes he'd been able to keep some of the perks of being a demon, the perks of being a human out way it. Especially now that he isn't living in a hellish world where being a vampire would've made his life a hell of a lot easier.

Pun not intended.

Should she follow, she'll find him leaning over the crib, a gentle, loving hand on the baby's head. There are tears in his eyes and he's on the verge of weeping, because this — this is what he wanted for the boy. This was the life he deserved, with a human parent who could go out into the sun with him. He'd have to take the necessary steps to prevent a Quor'toth repeat, but now that he'd experienced those events and knew exactly how they were going to pan out, he could stop Holtz before he even began.

But that would come later. Right now, he just wanted to bask.