Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire slayer or Angel or any other characters from the show. But the little girl is mine.
Summary: Just an ordinary Sunday morning.
A dark-haired little girl makes her way through the hallway. She's holding her stuffed pig in her arms. She stops outside a door and listen before she gently opens it. The girl goes in to the dark room, a room she knows very well. She makes her way across the room and climbs up in the bed. One of the two persons in the bed starts to wake up.
- Baby girl what are you doing up? Her tired father asks her.
- I'm hungry and so is Mr. Gordo.
- Daddy wants to sleep a few more minutes please? Her father nicely asks her.
- No, Abby hungry now!
Her dad turns to the other person in the bed, and starts to wake the person up.
- Buffy., sweetheart. Angel says.
- Buffy..Angel says again.
- Mhmmm..
- Abby wants' breakfast.
- Good. Make it.
- Baby, please. Sundays are the only day I gets to sleep in.
- Well same here and don't you baby me.
- Buffy..
- Fine!
Buffy sits up in the bed and turns to her daughter and ask "You want the world's best pancakes right?" The girl nods. And Angel knows at this point that he has lost the argument.
- And who makes the world's best pancakes? Buffy asks their daughter.
- Daddy!
- I know Sweetie. And that's why daddy's going to make them for you right now. So why don't you go and wait for daddy in the kitchen?
- Yay! The girl says and runs out from the room. "Did you her that Mr. Gordo? We're getting The Wolds greatest pancakes?"
Smart, very smart.. Angel says and gives his wife a quick kiss, before he gets out of bed and begins to put his sweatpants on. But before he leaves the room he gives his wife a glare. But his wife doesn't notice because she's fast asleep again.
My first fanfiction ever. I hope you liked it.