Disclaimer: I own Spencer, Jamie, Chris, and Greg, but that's it.

Two weeks later. . .

Angel carried the boys into the changing room and put them down. They really didn't want to wear the suits that Mr. Lorne had picked out for them, they couldn't get muddy or play in them and it was stuffy. Angel handed them each a suit and directed them to the changing rooms.

"Do we have to?"

Just then Wesley came in wearing his tux.

"Yes, you have to wear them, now, go change."

"Okay, Dad."

Both boys went into the changing rooms and closed the door. Wesley smiled to Angel. Spencer had taken to calling he and Fred mom and dad lately. Life was going great. Roger came into the changing rooms, panting, for he had just ran from Fred's dressing room where he had been talking with his wife and daughter.

"We're having a problem getting Jamie to put on her dress. She doesn't want to wear it and since she listens to you, Wesley, can you talk to her?"

"Um. . .yes, of course."

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Lorne looked down at Jamie, who was holding the pink dress he had picked out for her.

"Please, Jamiekins, wear the dress, if only for an hour, please."

"No!"

"Why not?"

"Cause it's a dress and it's pink and I hate it!"

"Well, I'll give you a dollar."

"No way!"

Just as Wesley walked up to them, Jamie kicked Lorne in the bottom.

"Ow, watch the heart."

Wesley put his hand on Jamie's' shoulder to stop her from kicking Lorne again and made her look at him.

"Jamie, what have a told you about kicking?"

"I'm not aloud to."

"Correct, now, love, you have to wear the dress."

"Why?"

"Because it's a. . .special dress."

Jamie raised an eyebrow. It was really incredible how much like Wesley she was becoming.

"You're lying."

"No, I'm not, you see, if you wear this dress you get to eat all the cake you want."

"Really?"

"Yes, love."

Wesley nudged Lorne in the shoulder making him nod. Jamie took the dress and went back to the dressing rooms.

"Disaster averted. Sorry about your heart, Lorne."

"Oh, it's okay, she's a sweet girl, you just need to muzzle her or something."

Wesley smiled at this and went back into his changing room, where the boys were now wearing their suits. Spencer tugged at the collar and looked as if he might just rip it off and run. Wesley gave him a pat on the head.

"I promise it's only for two or three hours."

"Two or three hours! That's forever, I'm gonna die!"

"I assure, Christopher, you won't die."

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Wesley had been right, the boys hadn't died and Jamie was now eating all the cake she could stomach. Wesley was on the dance floor with his new beautiful bride and Roger was comforting Trish while she cried her eyes out.

Angel looked on as his two friends danced. How Cordelia would have loved to have been there. She would have loved to have seen this, two of her best friends happily married. Fred's baby wasn't due for another seven months but Angel was sure Cordelia wouldn't be awake by then either.

Suddenly, he felt a tug on the back of his suit coat. He turned to see a brown haired boy looking up at him. Chris looked up at Mr. Angel and wonder why he always appeared so sad.

"Mr. Angel, do you love someone?"

Angel stooped down to him.

"I did."

"What happened to her?"

"She's in a coma, do you know what that is?"

Chris nodded.

"It means she's asleep."

"Yes, she's been asleep for a very long time and she might not wake up."

"I think she will."

"Thanks, Chris."

"You're welcome, Mr. Angel."

With that Chris ran to find Spencer, who was trying to find a way to get a hold of some champagne and see why all the adults liked it. Angel felt a little better as he watched the two boys laugh. He really wished he had the woman he loved and the son he lost back but maybe Chris was right and good things would come his way. Damn, kids really had a way of making things good.