Distribution: SHL, Anyone with my fic up otherwise ask. Disclaimer: Joss owns them cause if I did I wouldn't have messed them up! I just own the kids. Couple: Buffy/Angel - do not say anything! Notes: Oh dear.I'm writing Cannon again! This only happens once on a blue moon (or when I can't get rid of an idea) I tend to stay away from B/A, my early fics were B/A and are something I'd rather bury in a large hole! *Shudder* this is a reply to Garnet & Isa's challenge. (Things needed are at the bottom!) Btw this is likely to be cheesy. I'm sorry. Oh and KK I'm not un-subbing - call this temporary sanity, it won't last long! Feedback: Please, I think I might need it after this! Dedication: Stryx, Soul' & Gunbunny- you guys know why!

Angel looked around the lounge; there wasn't a kid to be seen but the trail of toys, paper, spilt juice and crayon scrawls across the walls showed that they had been here recently. Sighing Angel set about picking up various objects and making a disgusted face at something that could have been a squashed fairy cake soaked in apple juice. Of all the times for Buffy to get the flu, he knew and the kids knew they had him wrapped around their little finger and could get away with murder.

Angel carried the cups and plates into the kitchen and placed them down on the side of the sink and froze, the bin had giggled. Padding silently across the floor he glanced under the counter and was met by the glare of a miniature version of Buffy complete with the stubborn streak a mile long that was showing at age four. Reaching under the counter he scooped her up and held her out for inspection, she was filthy, chocolate was spread around her face and hands and the back of the frilly white dress was covered in muck and other assorted bits and bobs. Sighing he murmured to the little girl,

"Look at you Holly, what would your mother say?"

Holly just stared at him though big blue eyes and removed her thumb from her mouth long enough to say,

"Fun."

Angel nodded, hoisting her up to sit on his hip as he walked out to the study,

"I suppose it was, Holly do you know where Alex is?"

Holly raised her hand and pointed in the direction of the toy chest and snuggled her head back into his shoulder. Angel felt his heart constrict as he ruffled the blond mop of the hair that lay on his shoulder. Walking over to the toy chest he glanced behind it and groaned, Alex the adorable three-year-old bundle of mischief that was his son glanced up from the piece of mud he was attempting to eat. Sighing Angel reached down and swung him up on to his shoulders before carrying the two up to their room stopping to check that their smallest family member, the seven-month old Anne-Marie was still asleep in her cot.

When he finally got the two kids clean he went back into the master bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed. Buffy opened her eyes and smiled at him as he leant over and kissed her forehead,

"How are you feeling?"

"Better, did the kids behave?"

Angel nodded, a small smile forming on his face as he told Buffy what had happened all day.