From My Front Porch Looking In
Author's note: From My Front Porch Looking in is a song sung by Lonestar, and that is the song that inspired this bit of fanfic. It was going to be a story/song, but I just didn't like the way the lyrics fit. The story took on a mind of it's own in the middle, so they no longer fit.
He looked around, and sighed. It was great to be able to say that he actually owned something after all these years. After 250 years, he had finally done something with his life.
Sure, there had been the Hyperlion, he technically owned the old hotel, but his other haunts? Wolfram and Hart? The mansion? Many small, dank alleys? No, it was awesome to own a little land.
Life was looking up, and it had been for a long time now. After brooding for God knew how many years. He was free. It was all still there, if he really wanted to think about it, but it no longer plagued his thoughts. They had forgiven him, for everything.
It was five years after the prophecy that had changed his life. The Shanshu.
He stepped onto the porch, and stood there a moment. What he saw through the window warmed his heart. His eyes stopped on Joyce, blond hair like her mum's, blue eyes, only two and a half years old, and his pride and joy. Then his dark eyes quickly found Kathy, his baby, red hair, her mommy's green eyes, stumbling after her sister on legs she was still unsure on how to use yet.
And then a pair of arms reached out and righted the fallen Kathy, and he let his eyes travel up their length, past the scar he had inflicted, mostly against his will, and let them stop of her beautiful face. Her green eyes no longer held the haunted look he had found there five years before. Gone was the frown she had been wearing for far too long, in it's place a dazzling smile that took his breath away, and reached her dancing eyes as she chased around their two terrors.
The sun set to just the right position, throwing light onto the glass, and he turned to watch the spectacle, one he had missed during his many years of darkness. But it no longer held his fascination like the picture now behind him. He turned and entered the house they shared with her friends.
"Daddy!" Joyce cried, clomping up to him in her new shoes.
"Da!" Kathy echoed her sister, toddling up to him, dragging a stuffed pig, which had seen one or two too many little girls.
"Hey Sweetie! Hey Pumpkin! How are my gorgeous girls?" he asked, scooping up first Joyce, and then Kathy.
"Hey." He heard, and he shifted Joyce so he could look into the eyes of their mother.
"Hey yourself." He leaned down and kissed her. Even after almost four years of marriage, and a year before that, of just being together, he still savored her kisses. "So, what's new with the three most beautiful girls in the world?" he asked, setting his two girls down. They ran off into the living room, expecting their parents to follow. Joyce was going on about what had happened that day, something about what Xander and Willow had done, not noticing her parents were miles away.
"Hi." She whispered, giving him a smile.
"Hi." He returned, along with the smile. He took her hand and squeezed it, as they followed their rambunctious kids.
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Author's note: From My Front Porch Looking in is a song sung by Lonestar, and that is the song that inspired this bit of fanfic. It was going to be a story/song, but I just didn't like the way the lyrics fit. The story took on a mind of it's own in the middle, so they no longer fit.
He looked around, and sighed. It was great to be able to say that he actually owned something after all these years. After 250 years, he had finally done something with his life.
Sure, there had been the Hyperlion, he technically owned the old hotel, but his other haunts? Wolfram and Hart? The mansion? Many small, dank alleys? No, it was awesome to own a little land.
Life was looking up, and it had been for a long time now. After brooding for God knew how many years. He was free. It was all still there, if he really wanted to think about it, but it no longer plagued his thoughts. They had forgiven him, for everything.
It was five years after the prophecy that had changed his life. The Shanshu.
He stepped onto the porch, and stood there a moment. What he saw through the window warmed his heart. His eyes stopped on Joyce, blond hair like her mum's, blue eyes, only two and a half years old, and his pride and joy. Then his dark eyes quickly found Kathy, his baby, red hair, her mommy's green eyes, stumbling after her sister on legs she was still unsure on how to use yet.
And then a pair of arms reached out and righted the fallen Kathy, and he let his eyes travel up their length, past the scar he had inflicted, mostly against his will, and let them stop of her beautiful face. Her green eyes no longer held the haunted look he had found there five years before. Gone was the frown she had been wearing for far too long, in it's place a dazzling smile that took his breath away, and reached her dancing eyes as she chased around their two terrors.
The sun set to just the right position, throwing light onto the glass, and he turned to watch the spectacle, one he had missed during his many years of darkness. But it no longer held his fascination like the picture now behind him. He turned and entered the house they shared with her friends.
"Daddy!" Joyce cried, clomping up to him in her new shoes.
"Da!" Kathy echoed her sister, toddling up to him, dragging a stuffed pig, which had seen one or two too many little girls.
"Hey Sweetie! Hey Pumpkin! How are my gorgeous girls?" he asked, scooping up first Joyce, and then Kathy.
"Hey." He heard, and he shifted Joyce so he could look into the eyes of their mother.
"Hey yourself." He leaned down and kissed her. Even after almost four years of marriage, and a year before that, of just being together, he still savored her kisses. "So, what's new with the three most beautiful girls in the world?" he asked, setting his two girls down. They ran off into the living room, expecting their parents to follow. Joyce was going on about what had happened that day, something about what Xander and Willow had done, not noticing her parents were miles away.
"Hi." She whispered, giving him a smile.
"Hi." He returned, along with the smile. He took her hand and squeezed it, as they followed their rambunctious kids.
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