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Lost Time (Part 2)
By JFK
sugar7999(at)hotmail.com
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer is the property of Joss Whedon and Mutant
Enemy Productions, ect. However the characters I made up are mine and I
will sue if they are used without my permission. If you would like to
use them or my story, e-mail me at: sugar7999(at)hotmail.com.
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Part 2
December 14th, 1999 would always remain in Angel's mind. It was one of
the best days of his life. It was the day he married Buffy.
Angel leaned back in the leather chair he sat in, holding his sleeping
son as he recalled the events of the past months.
. . .
After Will was safely in his bassinet, the couple walked down the
velvety stairs to the living room to talk.
"Buffy, I nev- " Angel never got to finish his sentence. Buffy put a
finger to his lips to quiet him. Cradling his face with her cool, pale
hands and looking deep into his dark, sorrow filled eyes she said,
"Angel, calm down. I know you blame yourself for my leaving Sunnydale,
but don't. It was completely my decision. Stupid, I know. But it was my
choice and you didn't influence it in anyway at all." With that said she
laid her head on his hard, muscular chest and melted into him, closing
her eyes to keep from crying. She hated crying in front of anyone,
especially Angel.
Angel wrapped his strong arms around her and held her tightly as he
placed a kiss on the top of he head. He knew that Buffy was miserable
without him, because he felt miserable without her. Right now, Buffy and
Angel just needed each other. Angel knew exactly what Buffy was thinking
and feeling, and vice-versa.
That night they fell asleep in each other's's arms, until a shrill cry
from Will awoke them around five in the morning. Buffy jumped up and ran
to the nursery. Angel walked in to find Buffy sitting in a mahogany
rocking chair while bottle feeding their new-born son.
"Uh, I guess I forgot to mention that he likes to wake up pretty damn
early. Sorry about that",said Buffy sheepishly.
Angel smiled. Not at Buffy's statement but at the sight of his
girlfriend, err fiance holding his child as the sunlight seeped through
the open curtains.
It was the first time he had seen Buffy in the sunlight. Her blond hair
shone a thousand shades of brilliant gold. She lied, he thought. She
does to look good in direct light.
"Angel, I need to shower and get dressed, would you mind taking over for
me?" Buffy asked
Buffy placed the bottle on the nightstand and stood up. With great care
she placed the baby in Angel's waiting arms. He sat down and Buffy
strode out of the room.
Angel put the bottle into the infants mouth and looked down at his
son. He noted that the baby had Buffy's eyes only. Everything other
feature was almost an exact replica of his own.
After Will finished the bottle, Angel walked over to the bureau and
dressed him. Angel proceeded downstairs with the child. Sitting down in
a large leather chair, he played with the baby until Buffy came
downstairs, elegantly dressed in a navy blue pin-stripe suit, her blond
hair pulled back in a french twist.
Stopping at the foot of the stairs, she said loudly into her cell-phone,
"Dammit, Jordan! I don't want to hear you're excuses! You'd better call
the manufacturer and that shipment had better be in my office come
Monday or you're fired!" Buffy let out an annoyed gasp and threw the
cell-phone on the couch.
However, her scowl immediately brightened at the sight of Angel sitting
in the easy chair with a happy baby on his lap.
"Thanks for getting him ready, I really appreciate it. Just one less
thing I have to do. I need to run down to the office and grab some
files, do you mind staying with Will for about an hour? I promise I'll
make it up to you!" Buffy said in a rush.
Angel nodded, pleased to be able to have more time with his son.
Buffy walked out the door and he heard an engine start. Glancing out the
window, he saw a black Miata zoom out the gates. Standing up, and still
holding the now gurgling Will, he picked up the phone and dialed the
construction company he owned.
"John? It's Angel. I'm not 'comin in today, something big came up" he
said into the receiver. He put the phone back on the hook and turned
around to go outside.
. . .
Three hours later, Buffy pulled into the driveway. She was about to go
into the house when she heard a voice that sounded like Angel's. Walking
through the back gate, she found Angel sitting on a wicker chair in the
backyard with Will on his lap, reading aloud "Hamlet".
Apparently, the infant was enjoying it. He laughed and pounded the page
with his tiny fists.
"My God. My kid actually likes books. Theres a first" remarked Buffy as
she walked across the lawn to her lover and child. Angel looked up at
her and smiled.
"I'da know. I just felt like reading."said Angel
"Well," began Buffy, "Sorry I'm late.
I went and talked to my mom and the gang today. Cordy actually wanted my
autograph! Anyway, I told them about us and their all coming over for
dinner tonight. I'm 'goin with delivery so I don't 'hafta cook."
Will began to fuss. Reaching over and picking him up Buffy said
"Observe. When he gets like this you have to hold him on his stomach."
With that Buffy turned him over and held him. Immediately he stopped
crying.
"So, what'ya wanna do for the wedding?" Angel asked as Buffy sat down on
his lap.
Buffy bit her lip. "I don't have the slightest idea. I think It'd be
easier to elope since I have a family the size of Texas, but since
that's out of the question, I guess we'll have to rent the Parthenon.
Angel laughed. "Whatever. My biggest concern is how long it'll take
until my hands fall off from writing those damn invitations."
"I don't think that'll be a problem," said Buffy. "It's easier just to
hire people to do it for 'ya." They were both silent for a moment until
Buffy said
"Hey, what're you doing next month? I've got a show in Italy and if
you're free I wanted to know if you could stay with Will. I'll only be
gone three or four days" said Buffy
"Sounds good," said Angel, smiling. Life was perfect
. . .
They did manage to get everything straightened out. Buffy indeed had a
large family, over one hundred relatives and two hundred friends.
On December 12th, Buffy and Angel were sitting on the sofa watching an
old rerun of "I Love Lucy". Angel had moved in with Buffy and had
convinced her to let his company build her new office. At the moment,
their son was sound asleep.
"Okay. This guys gotta go to bed."said Buffy, getting up and walking up
the stairs with Will. Angel turned off the TV. He made sure the front
door was locked and turned out the lights.
Angel walked into their bedroom and got ready for bed. Laying down
between the sheets he smiled to himself. He had never been happier.
First off he had a child, and he was going to marry Buffy in the next
two days. He was so deep in thought that he didn't notice Buffy come in
and lay down next to him. Kissing him lightly and whispering goodnight,
she rolled over and went to sleep.
. . .
Angel was scared. There he was, standing at the altar of a large
Cathedral. He was so damn nervous he didn't even remember the name of
the church he was getting married in. Cordelia, Willow and two of
Buffy's friends from LA were bridesmaids. Willow was the maid of honor
and Oz, Xander and Buffy's two cousins were his groomsmen.
He had asked Xander to be his best man, because Xander was his best
friend. Oz wasn't far behind, though. When Buffy left town, him and
Xander had become quite close.
What if Buffy doesn't marry me? Thought Angel. What if she turns and
runs away at the altar. However, he was immediately comforted as soon as
the large white doors opened in the back and Buffy emerged. "Wow"
whispered Xander.
Buffy, in her long, slim fitting sleeveless white satin dress looked, as
Xander would say 'hot'. As she made her way to the front of the aisle
and stood next to him. They said their vows and before Angel knew it,
Buffy was no longer Barbara Anne Summers. She was
Barbara Anne Malloy.
. . .
They were sitting at a table with the rest of the bridesmaids and
groomsmen. Buffy was glad had agreed when her father had suggested his
ranch on th outskirts of Sunnydale for the reception.
It was fantastic. There was a large ballroom with tables and food, and
outside was a heated patio for dancing. Buffy heard a knife lightly
hitting a champagne glass. Xander stood up to make his speech. Angel
cringed. He knew damn well that Xander couldn't say anything in public
without making an ass out of himself. Xander stood up and cleared his
throat as everyone turned to look at him
"Ladies, gentlemen and un-holy creatures of the night,"he began nodding
at Spike and Dru. The two had showed up and promised to be on their best
behavior, which meant no feeding off the guests.
"My two good friends, Buffy and Angel, are married, much to my
disappointment." Cordy kicked him in the leg.
"I cannot think of two people more compatible than the Buff-ster and
Dead Boy. I remember when they started dating. I hated Angel all through
high school. At first, it was because I was so jealous of him, 'cause I
liked Buffy. Then, it was out of habit that I would pester him.
Sometimes Buffy would beat me, sometimes Angel would glare at me. But I
knew that no matter how hard I tried, they would always be together. 'Ya
know, their like peanut butter and jelly, 'ya can't have one without the
other. And I'm just rambling on so I'll shut-up know. To Buffy and
Angel" said Xander, who in turn from everyone got a 'here, here'
Angel and Buffy had decided against a honeymoon, they would rather spend
it with their family and friends. Angel smiled to himself. Everything
was going great.
. . .
Angel stood up and took his sleeping son to the nursery.
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