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PART 3
"Do you think Cordelia bought it?" Buffy asked when they walked into her living room. Willow had already left to see Oz, so it was just the two of them in the house.
"If Cordy hadn't believed us she would have called us on it right there," Angel assured her and Buffy smiled knowing he was right.
"You know, you were right. She has grown up a lot since high school," she told him and they both sat on the couch, not leaving much space between the two of them.
"She has," he nodded as his mind inevitably wandered through all the things that they had gone through together. "She's a good person to have on your side," he noted and Buffy smiled at his comment.
"Well I certainly wouldn't want Cordelia Chase on my bad side, that's for sure," she stated playfully as she slipped her shoes off and let them fall to the floor. "So when my mom asks about our first date is this the story we're going to tell her?" Buffy asked figuring that they could stick with the truth again, but he surprised her when he shook his head.
"No," he replied almost immediately. "Buffy if I took you on a real first date, it would not be a double dinner date with Cordy and Doyle," he explained, his voice slightly lower than normal but he couldn't help it.
"Well…what would you normally do for a first date?" she asked curiously and he took a breath, inhaling her perfume as he did so.
"It would depend on the girl," he told her. "For you…" he trailed off hoping his answer wouldn't be too telling of what he'd been feeling all night. "I'd take you to dinner, just the two of us," he clarified and she smiled. "Keep it traditional because you can't go wrong with traditional," he stated and she unconsciously settled in closer to him on the couch. "And when we were done with dinner, since it would have gone incredibly well," he smirked as he looked down at her. "I would have taken you for a walk around the town. Probably ending up at the playground," he revealed and when he noticed the blush on her cheeks he got the distinct feeling that she would be open to that date. "I'd push you on the swings as you told me something about you that nobody else knows," he continued hoping that he wasn't going too far. When the hell did he become so romantic? Darla would have laughed in his face if he said this to her. On the other hand, these thoughts never would have crossed his mind when he was with her.
"You're right," she told him. "That is a much better first date to tell my mom," she agreed and he smiled at her knowing he had impressed her. "Now, what about…" she hesitated and he wondered what she was going to ask. "Our first kiss?" she finally asked and he swallowed thickly as his mind immediately went back to the feel of her lips against his. They were standing right here in her living room when it had happened, yet she had no recollection of it.
"Would you have kissed me after that first date?" he asked in a strained voice.
"Yes," she answered without hesitation and their eyes locked.
"When?" he wondered as his eyes darted briefly to her lips before he forced them back to her eyes.
"After the swings," she whispered and he nodded slightly in understanding.
They were sitting so close. It wouldn't take much for him to just lean down and kiss her, taste her, know her like he had so desperately been wanting to these past few days. He tried to tell himself it was just a rebound or just a physical reaction, but he knew better. There was just something about this girl, he sighed to himself.
"So," he said quickly changing the subject as he found it increasingly harder not to kiss her. "What else do I need to know about you?" he asked and she too blinked quickly and ran a hand through her hair.
"Um…" she trailed off finding it difficult to concentrate. She made a note to herself not to look into his eyes anymore. They were way too intense. "Well, you know all the normal stuff," she said as she thought of something else her mother might mention. It wasn't exactly something she wanted talk about, especially with him, but it might come up and her mother definitely would not believe that her fiancé wouldn't know about this. "But there's something else that might come up," she said slowly and he knew by the tone of her voice that she was uncomfortable discussing this.
"You don't have to tell me," he assured her but she sighed.
"You don't know my mom," she countered and he fought the urge to brush some hair off her face. "It's about the guy I dated right before Riley. Looking back I might have started dating Riley to get away from him," she admitted.
"Who was it, Buffy?" Angel asked gently when he sensed that she needed encouragement.
"Spike," she answered and he raised an eyebrow at the name. "His name was William, but he thought it was cool," she sighed and sat up a little and when he saw her grow tense when she thought about it he wondered what the hell this Spike had ever done to her.
"What did he do?" he asked through slightly clenched teeth and he forced himself not to sound too angry as she shook her head.
"He never hurt me," she told him and he relaxed only slightly. "But he thought he loved me and he got…possessive and weird," she revealed and Angel felt himself slide slightly closer to her, relieved when she didn't back away. "And he didn't stalk me, but he wouldn't leave me alone and I had to threaten to go to the cops. Eventually he backed off, especially after I made it clear that things with Riley were serious, but it was this whole big thing," she told him and Angel shook his head.
"What did Riley do?" Angel wanted to know and she rolled her eyes.
"Nothing," she sighed and Angel felt even more hatred towards this guy he'd never met. "Riley wasn't exactly the protective type," she explained and she felt Angel tense next to her.
"You promise me that if you see this Spike around you'll call me?" he asked, his voice low knowing that it might not take much to anger him into doing more than 'being weird.'
"I doubt he'll be bothering me before Christmas, so you don't have to worry," she assured him with a smile but he shook his head, his eyes hard when they met hers again.
"Even if it's after this is all over, Buffy," he amended and he watched as the smile on her face was replaced by something much more serious. "I know this is only until Christmas, or New Year's, or whatever," he told her even as he wondered how he was going to just sever all contact with her after that. "But if you need me, if you need a friend," he told her softly as she looked at him with a vulnerability that tugged at his heart. "I'll be there," he promised and she nodded slightly and he swallowed thickly as he noticed the tears collecting in her eyes. "Don't cry," he smiled softly and she returned his smile as she shook her head.
"You're very sweet, Angel," she whispered and to his surprise she leaned over and gently wrapped her arms around his neck. His arms instinctively wrapped around her waist, holding her against his body as his hands ran soothingly up and down her back. He buried his face in her hair, unable to resist the soft golden locks when they were so close to him. He breathed in her scent as she allowed him to hold her. "Thank you," she murmured and he felt her hot breath against the skin of his neck.
"Of course," he responded as she pulled back and removed her arms. He reluctantly let her go, immediately missing the feeling of having her in his arms. She was so small he didn't understand how she could fit so perfectly against him, but she did.
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"What are you getting Buffy for Christmas?" Cordy asked and Angel sighed having been asking himself that same question for a couple days. He'd had a few ideas, but they all seemed too personal after only knowing her for four days. But it needed to look personal in front of her mom…
"I don't know," he admitted with a sigh knowing he had never been very good picking out presents.
"Well, what would you have gotten Darla?" she wondered and she was surprised by the angry glare he shot her way.
"Buffy isn't Darla," he retorted and Cordelia hid a smile. "Besides, Darla always insisted she pick out her own presents," he reminded her not bothering to hide the annoyance in his voice.
"Right," Cordy said having gotten the answer she wanted when she'd come over. He was serious about Buffy. He didn't want to be, she could see that, but he was. "Well, I have to go. Harmony is having some relationship issues and needs advice," she said her eyes sparkling at the idea. "When do you and Buffy leave again?"
"Tomorrow night," he told her and she nodded.
"Okay, well if I don't see you before you go, Merry Christmas," she said stepping forward to hug him. "I love you and have a good trip."
"Thanks Cordy," he said sincerely as she stepped back and headed for the door. "Don't give Doyle too much trouble this year," he teased and with a smile she waved before walking out the door of his apartment.
As soon as she left, he let out a sigh knowing he had only a day to get a present for her and Doyle and he had no idea what to get. He'd never had to pick out any gifts before. Cordy always helped him and for her gifts he usually had a girlfriend or someone to ask. And if Darla had one redeeming quality, it was that she had good taste. Expensive, but good.
His first instinct was to get a female's opinion. But there was only one girl he could call…screw it. He was calling her. He needed help, he wanted to see her, and they didn't have any plans together until dinner. He grabbed his phone, and before he could rethink it he dialed Buffy's number.
"Hi," she answered and a small smile took over his face as he heard her voice.
"Hi Buffy," he replied and he wasn't sure if it was his imagination or not, but he thought he could hear the smile in her voice as well.
"Are you calling to cancel on me?" she asked and he laughed at the mere thought. Hardly.
"No, um, I was wondering if you could help me," he admitted sheepishly. "I need to go Christmas shopping for Cordy and Doyle," he told her, cursing himself when he realized his heart was beating a mile a minute.
"Well, you're in luck. I was just about to leave for the mall to shop for some things myself," she told him and he grinned as he grabbed his jacket and keys off the counter.
"I'll pick you up in ten minutes."
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"So who do you need to shop for?" Angel asked as they walked into the mall.
"Well, I have something for Xander and his girlfriend and Willow said she'd take care of Oz for me, but I'm still blank on what to get for Willow and my mom," she told him. "I'm not good at gifts," she admitted and he smiled at the pout on her face. "My mom told me that my bringing a fiancé home was enough of a present for her, but considering it's fake now I feel bad," she said and he nodded in understanding, yet hated the reminder that this thing between them was practically a business deal. "What about you? Anybody besides Cordy and Doyle?" she asked. "Your mom, maybe?" she wondered and he noticed she didn't mention his dad, clearly remembering he had told her that he died.
"Um, no," he answered awkwardly not wanting to explain why he didn't buy his mother a Christmas gift. "It's…that's not necessary," he told her and she nodded clearly understanding that he didn't want to talk about it.
"Okay…so my mom, Willow, Cordy, and Doyle," she summed up as she led him through the crowds of people and into a store he didn't recognize. "Willow said she wanted slippers," she muttered as she grabbed a pair off a nearby display. "She would love these," Buffy laughed as she looked at the blue fuzzy cat heads on the slippers. She waved them playfully at Angel's nose and he swatted them away feeling a smile cross his face. "I'm getting them. And the matching robe," she announced as she quickly found Willow's size and carried them to a cash register. "These are just so cute!" she exclaimed excitedly as she looked at them again in line. "I love them," she grinned and Angel glanced back to the slipper display and got an idea. Those pink puppy slippers would look adorable on Buffy…he was going to have to come back here alone.
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"Where to?" Angel asked as he carried the shopping bag with Willow's presents. He had immediately taken it from Buffy after she'd paid for it knowing that if he didn't keep his hands busy he was going to have a hard time not touching her.
"Just up here," she assured him when she heard her name being called. She glanced around and quickly saw Anya inside a nearby store beckoning her to come in. "Oh, that's Xander's girlfriend," she explained but when Angel saw what store she was in he shook his head in her direction. "We have to go say hi."
"You can go," he assured her as he stood against the wall.
"Angel, Anya is not good with secrets. She has to think you're my boyfriend," she told him but Angel just swallowed.
"I'm not going in there," he hissed as he gestured towards Victoria's Secret. He could not go in there with Buffy. He just…no. He just could not do that. He wasn't supposed to think of her like that and he already did that enough without the help of Victoria's Secret.
"A real boyfriend would come in there with me," she pointed out and his teeth clenched as he struggled to explain this without giving her the real reason. I think about you naked far too often already? Maybe something else would be better.
"Yes, but I'm not your real boyfriend," he reminded her, his voice strained.
"Buffy!" Anya called again and this time Buffy just rolled her eyes. She grabbed Angel's hand and pulled him into the store behind her.
"Hi Anya," Buffy replied and Angel stood awkwardly behind her as Anya stared at him curiously. "This is Angel. My boyfriend," she gave as an introduction and Anya smiled.
"He is much better looking than Riley. And he looks like he gives good orgasms," Anya replied and both Angel and Buffy blushed furiously at her comment. "I'm glad you're here," Anya said oblivious to their discomfort. "I need your opinion. I can't decide what I should get for Xander," she explained as she gestured to the choices she'd laid out behind her. "I have this one. The red satin slip with black lace," she described as she held it up and Buffy suddenly felt very uncomfortable with Angel there. "This ruffly white baby doll," she offered and Angel glanced away, forcing himself not to imagine Buffy in each option Anya held up. "Or this glittery black slip, which I love, but the glitter can be painful sometimes," she pointed out and Buffy nodded automatically. "Buffy, what do you think?"
"Um, Anya, they're all nice," she assured her and Anya sighed.
"I know that," she retorted in annoyance. "Angel. You're a man. What would turn you on?" she asked and his eyes widened as he realized he was actually going to have to answer the question. "Well?" she demanded and he cleared his throat uncomfortably.
"Um…I guess…the red one," he mumbled purposely avoiding all eye contact with Buffy.
"Is that because you like when Buffy wears this one of hers?" Anya questioned holding up the red slip and Angel's jaw dropped slightly.
"Buffy owns that?" he whispered loud enough for Anya to hear and she nodded.
"Yes," she replied. "I'm surprised she hasn't worn it for you. Although she did buy it for Riley so maybe he ripped it or-"
"Okay!" Buffy cut her off as she grabbed Angel's arm and led him out of the store. "You got your answer Anya. Merry Christmas," she said rushing back into the mall. "I should have mentioned Anya's lack of tact," she told Angel and he swallowed thickly as he tried to force himself to not think of Buffy in any of that lingerie. Or her wearing it for Riley. "I still need a present for you," Buffy said snapping him from his thoughts. He looked at her, but didn't reply, still too preoccupied. "Let's split up and meet at the elevators in an hour?" she suggested feeling the need to put some distance between them and he nodded slightly in agreement. She began to walk away but at the last second he grabbed her arm and pulled her back.
"Did he?" he asked and she looked at him in confusion as his hand tightened on her arm. "Did he rip it off of you?" he asked, his voice low despite the fact that he knew he had no right to be asking her. It was none of his business, but it was driving him insane not knowing. Just the thought of her and-
"No," she answered in surprise and Angel's grip on her arm loosened. "I never wore it for him," she admitted and he let go. Their eyes were locked intensely, but before he could respond she walked away leaving him alone and annoyed in front of Victoria's Secret.
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As Buffy walked by the display of Christmas decorations she was drawn to the picture frame on the shelf. It was adorned with holly and the words "A Very Engaged to Be Merried Christmas." It was clearly meant to be given to a newly engaged couple and she contemplated for a moment. Was it inappropriate to buy Cordy and Doyle a gift without Angel? She shrugged and pulled a box off the shelf. She could always return it. But she still needed something for Angel. She had considered asking Cordelia, but she'd felt extremely uncomfortable with the mere thought of having that conversation. It just seemed wrong to involve her in their scheme, so she was going to have to do this herself.
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Angel held the shopping bag with the pink fuzzy slippers but it was hard to reconcile the image of Buffy in those and lingerie in his head at the moment. He needed to get her something else because the slippers weren't enough, but he was stuck. So he gave up all attempts at creativity and headed for the nearest jewelry store.
As he browsed he denied all offers from employees to help him. What could he say? Yes, hi. I need something for my fake fiancée. Any suggestions? He went immediately to the necklaces…he'd found himself staring at her neck a number times. It only took a few minutes before he spotted something.
"I'd like to see this," he said purposely ignoring the price because he knew it was too much to spend on someone he'd known for four days. But it was perfect for her.
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She had the sketch pad and all the supplies the person at the store told her were good in the shopping bag and she put it inside a shopping bag from another store so he wouldn't see where she'd been shopping. She wasn't sure it was enough for Angel, but it was a solid start. It had been almost an hour so she decided to head to the elevators to meet Angel. As she rounded the corner she realized he was already there, but when he spotted her his eyes widened in horror.
"Shit, Buffy, you're early!" he accused as he turned his back to her and frantically shoved bags into other bags. Her gifts were wrapped, but the bags, especially the one from the jewelry store were very obvious.
"I'm sorry," she laughed as he turned back around satisfied that her gifts were hidden. "I promise I didn't see anything."
"Warn a guy next time," he insisted shaking his head and Buffy reached into her bag and pulled out the box with the picture frame in it.
"Sorry. Anyways, I found this and I thought it might work for Cordy and Doyle," she said opening the box and pulling out the frame enough for him to see it. "If you don't like it I can take it back. It's no problem. I just thought…I don't know," she rambled suddenly feeling self-conscious buying a gift for someone she barely knew.
"It's perfect," he assured her as he noticed her nervousness. "Cordy will love this," he told her as he helped her slide it back into the box. "Thank you. I had no idea what to get for them," he admitted offering her a grateful smile.
"Well I'm glad I could help," she replied. "And I assume by your panicking earlier you got something for me?" she questioned and he glared at her playfully.
"Yes," he told her. "You almost ruined it though," he pointed out and she giggled.
"You'll be happy to hear I got your present too," she announced and Angel smiled noting that she'd found a present for him in less than an hour. All his previous girlfriends had told him he was too hard to buy for and gave him gift certificates or just showed up in sexy lingerie. He didn't know what Buffy had gotten him, but he was already convinced he was going to love it. "Now we just need something for my mom," she reminded him and he nodded. They began walking and he instinctively reached down to carry her shopping bags. "Hey!" she yelled swatting his hand away. "No carrying your own presents," she reprimanded and he held up his hand in surrender.
"Sorry," he laughed as she switched hands and carried it in the hand farther from him. "I didn't mean anything by it," he assured her and she glared at him playfully.
"Sure you didn't," she retorted with a smile and he marveled at the fact that he wasn't bored out of his mind. He hated shopping. He never did it by himself, and when other girlfriends had brought him he was dragged into every store they wanted to go into. When Cordy brought him she was like a drill sergeant finding the best deals and going into more stores than Angel even knew existed. But now with Buffy it was laid back and easy and he found himself wishing for the thousandth time that this thing between them was real.
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"Oh God, I'm starving!" Buffy exclaimed as she set the shopping bags down in the front hall. "Do you want to order dinner?" she offered and he shrugged.
"We could make something," he suggested and she looked at him in surprise.
"Can you cook?" she wondered and he shrugged again.
"I do okay," he responded.
"Well okay is better than me," she admitted. "If you think you can make something, that would be great," she told him gesturing towards the kitchen. "Can you wrap Cordelia's present?" she asked and he hesitated slightly. He usually had the store wrap the gifts. That was what he'd done with Buffy's, but he could wrap. He just didn't like to.
"Yeah I can wrap it," he answered but she cocked her head to the side and considered him for a moment.
"By wrap it do you mean throw it in a gift bag and write on the tissue paper who it's for?" she asked and by Angel's silence she knew she'd hit the nail on the head. "I'll wrap. You do dinner," she assured him and he grinned his thanks before heading off to the kitchen.
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"The present is wrapped. Beautifully, if I may say so myself," Buffy announced as she entered the kitchen a few minutes later.
"Thanks Buffy. I'll give it to Doyle tomorrow and tell him not to open it until they're engaged," Angel replied as he added some salt to the pot of nearly boiling water on the stove.
"So what is my fiancé making for dinner?" she asked and he smiled at the term despite the fact that he knew she wasn't serious.
"Pasta. You'll like it, trust me," he told her and she glanced at the pot.
"I have no doubt," she replied as she stood next to him and handed him another pot as he reached for it.
"So you really can't cook?" he asked curiously and she shrugged.
"I can do eggs," she answered. "Scrambled eggs, omelets, pretty much any basic egg thing I have covered. And toast," she added as an afterthought.
"So what do you do for dinner?" he wondered and she shrugged.
"Willow can cook. Or if she's not here I eat out or order in or something," she said but he noticed a sadness cross her eyes for just a moment before she pushed it away.
"What is it?" he asked knowingly and she sighed.
"Riley wanted me to take cooking lessons," she revealed and Angel looked at her in surprise. "He said his wife needed to learn how to cook," he told him and Angel shook his head.
"That guy was a jerk, Buffy," he replied and she smiled at his insistence despite the fact that he'd never met Riley. They both fell silent and he noticed her staring at the pot on the stove. "If you want to learn I can teach you," he offered and she smiled walking towards the stove as he helped her cook the pasta.
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"I can't believe you ruined half the pasta," Angel chuckled as they finished the dishes after dinner.
"Well I told you I wasn't good at cooking," she defended herself but Angel shook his head.
"It's boiling water, not rocket science," he teased with a laugh as he saw a slight blush tint her cheeks.
They had just finished the dishes when there was a knock on the door. Angel glanced at Buffy silently asking if she was expecting anyone, but she merely shrugged as she walked towards the door. Angel hesitated but followed her. She glanced out the window and whirled around to face Angel with a terror stricken look on her face.
"It's Riley," she whispered and Angel's jaw clenched in annoyance. He was coming to get her back. Who wouldn't? Angel knew the right thing to do was to leave them alone to work things out. If they belonged together he shouldn't stand in their way, but it wasn't easy for him to- "Don't leave me alone with him," she begged and he nodded immediately, relieved that she had asked and he wasn't forced into making the noble decision.
The knock came again and Buffy turned and slowly opened the door. Angel stood close behind her, both for moral support and to subtly show Riley that she was taken. She wasn't-not officially anyways-but he didn't need to know that.
"Buffy, I wanted to talk to you," Riley said as his greeting before he noticed Angel standing next to her.
"Riley, I-"
"Is this why you left?" he accused forcing his way into the house. "For him?" he asked not bothering to hide the disgust from his voice. Buffy shut the door behind him and sighed at Riley's attitude. She should have known he wouldn't understand.
"No Riley, he's not why I left you," she answered but Riley didn't seem to be listening. "We weren't right for each other and-"
"Oh, Buffy stop. Don't give me that crap now," Riley ordered and Angel's eyes darkened as he heard Riley disrespect Buffy. He was about to open his mouth when Buffy stomped over to Riley.
"That crap?" she retorted angrily. "Our entire relationship was crap, Riley! And the fact that you could come here, accuse me of cheating on you, and then talk to me like some cheap whore of yours just shows that I was right," she yelled and Angel stood back allowing Buffy to stand up for herself. "We NEVER would have worked together. You're controlling and frankly, really annoying!" she exclaimed and Riley's face reddened in anger.
"I want my ring back," he demanded and Buffy scoffed.
"Fine," she fumed as she spun on her heel and disappeared up the stairs.
"And you," Riley began turning to Angel and poking a finger into Angel's chest.
"Don't do that," Angel warned as he looked down at the finger in his chest.
"I'll do whatever I want," Riley insisted. "Buffy and I are going to be together, and I will do whatever it takes to get her back," he informed Angel who was finding it extremely difficult to not kick this guy out of the house. "We were good together. In bed and out," he boasted and Angel glared at him, his body tight with tension.
"Don't start with me, Boy," he seethed but Riley only sneered and took a half step closer to him.
"Oh Riley, stop," Buffy called tiredly from the stairs when she returned. She walked over towards the two of them who hadn't taken their eyes off each other.
"Are you going to make me fight for you Buffy?" he wanted to know and Buffy rolled her eyes as Riley stood up a little straighter. "I would fight him if that's what it takes."
"Right because that's what would fix things," Buffy replied sarcastically. "Besides, if you fought Angel all you would end up with is a hospital bracelet," she pointed out and Angel felt a sense of pride wash over him despite the fact that he knew Buffy had nothing to base her statement on. She'd never seen him fight and she didn't know anything about his past, but Riley didn't need to know that.
"Come on Buffy, I can hold my own," Riley protested and Angel could see him getting ready for a fight.
"Not with Angel," she insisted and at that comment Riley lashed out and threw a punch at Angel's face. Having anticipated the move, Angel blocked the punch and easily trapped Riley's arms behind his body.
"She doesn't want you Riley. Be a man and get the hell out," Angel seethed as he hustled him towards the door.
"Buffy!" Riley called out but she only followed them towards the door.
"Get out Riley," she said opening the door and helping Angel shove him outside. "Here's your ring," she glared at him as she pushed the small box into his hand. "Now stay away from me," she ordered before slamming the door in his face. "I am so sorry," she breathed out as she turned back to Angel.
"It's fine," he assured her but she shook her head.
"I got you into a fight," she pointed out and he chuckled slightly as she smiled too.
"You seemed pretty confident I'd come out on top," he stated and she sighed.
"Well I've seen Riley fight," she retorted and he laughed acknowledging Riley's lack of skills in the fighting department. "Besides, you look like you can hold your own," she said purposely using Riley's words as she silently gestured to Angel's body. He didn't respond but felt a surge of male pride that she had noticed. With a long sigh she looked over at him knowing they had another big problem. "I don't have a ring to wear now," she pointed out and he nodded understanding what she was saying. If she was engaged, her mother would expect a ring. "We'll have to say it's getting resized or something."
"No way," Angel disagreed immediately.
"What? Why not?" she wondered and Angel walked closer to her as she moved away from the door.
"Because no fiancée of mine would EVER not have a ring when I met her parents, especially on Christmas," he insisted as he grabbed her left hand. "Don't worry about the ring. I'll take care of it," he promised and she looked up at him in surprise. "I've got it covered," he assured her with a smile and he wondered if the idea he had for the ring was a good one or not.
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