Hey y'all! Song fic.—first one in forevs. :D I own NONE of the things! All goes to Joss Whedon and co. Set between Underneath and Origin. Fred/Wesley, fluff and despair.
You are my sunshine
The morning was quiet, and Wesley sat in his nice home in his nice kitchen. There was nothing he required outside this day, with his lovely wife and children.
He was reading the L. A. Times, another story of the day saved by the mysterious Wolfram and Hart C.E.O. He chuckled at a hand held in front of a camera, obviously Angel's.
My only sunshine
"Morning, darling," Wesley said, straightening his newspaper.
"Good morning," Fred beamed, trotting into the kitchen. "Freezer pancakes or freezer waffles?"
"How about… freezer sausage?"
"Perfect," she laughed, reaching into the freezer. "Oh, and hon?"
"Yes, dear?"
"Can you go wake the children?"
You make me happy
Wesley burst into the room, making loud monster noises. "Bah! I'm going to get you!"
His son giggled as he tickled him awake, and then raised his sleepy daughter up onto his hip. "Go, brush your teeth," he laughed as his son ran out of the room. "Morning, luv," he smiled to his daughter.
"Morning," she sighed, rubbing her eyes.
"Come on, now, it's time to wake," he grinned.
"But I'm tired," Emily harrumphed.
"Mummy's making sausage," he said in a sing-song tone.
"Fine," she muttered. He placed her down and she ran out of the room.
When skies are grey
"Ryan!" Fred called. "You are going to be late on your first day!"
"Yeah, okay, Mom," the little boy sighed, running down the stairs. He hurriedly sat at the table and began chowing down his breakfast.
"There's my boy," Wesley grinned, ruffling his little boy's brown hair.
"Dad," he sighed, rolling his eyes.
You'll never know dear
"The bus is here," Fred said, handing Ryan his paper bag lunch. "Are you excited for third grade?"
"Not really, it comes after first," he sighed. He kissed her on the cheek, hugged his father, and then attended his little sister.
"Will you be long?" the little four-year-old asked.
"No way," he grinned. He kissed her on the forehead, then ran out to the bus. Wesley, Fred, and Emily all raced out after him.
How much I love you
The family waved off their son as the big, yellow school bus drove away. "Sausage!" their daughter cried. She ran off, back into the house, looking for some food.
The air smelled like the crisp fall, and as he hugged his wife from behind, her pomegranate shampoo filled his senses. "He'll be fine," he whispered into her hair, kissing her gently on the back of the head.
"I know," she sighed. Then she turned to him and smiled. "Come on. Someone has to get Emily some food."
He chuckled as she turned and headed towards the house.
Please don't take my sunshine
Away
"Wesley," a hard voice hissed. "Wesley!"
"What?" he stammered, waking.
"You were doing it again… the wordless singing," Illyria half-snarled, half-mumbled.
"Humming," he corrected. "It's called humming."
"What were you dreaming of?" she asked.
He contemplated a moment before answering, "Nothing."
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