Here's Angel's. It's set in Pangs from season four. Enjoy.

Proud

She looked good, he decided as he glanced into the window of Giles's apartment, even if she had spent the better part of the night fighting off Native American spirit warriors. When he'd first left, he'd been worried that she would refuse to move on. But she had, he noticed, and she seemed to be much better off than he'd expected.

He'd watched her the night before. It had felt weird, seeing her and knowing that she couldn't see him, and, for a few minutes, he'd considered showing himself. But she'd moved on and he'd wanted it to stay that way. Seeing him could potentially make it more difficult for her. So he'd stayed hidden in the bushes outside their dormitory, hidden in the shadows, away from her eyes, where he decided he belonged.

They were cleaning up the ruined apartment and he'd had to duck around them as they'd moved so that they wouldn't see him through the broken windows. Xander, Willow, Giles, that other girl and Buffy were working together. His Buffy. It didn't seem like she was his anymore, though. He'd noticed that the night before and he saw that it was much more obvious from closer up. As he watched, Willow tried to pull an arrow from the wall. She finally succeeded in pulling it out, but stumbled back as she did so. Buffy, who happened to be standing surveying her work nearby, caught Willow in her arms and smiled down at her. For some reason, the twinkle in her eyes—the same one he'd seen as she'd looked at her roommate the night before—chilled him to the bone.

As Xander finished sweeping up the broken glass that had layered the floor, all five of them stood about inspecting their work and ignoring a groaning Spike. His heart ached as he watched Buffy lean into Willow's side, her hand on Willow's stomach as the red head's arm snaked around her small frame, her hand gently grasping Buffy's waist. It was a perfect moment and he was surprised as pride swelled in his chest. She'd moved on, found someone else—someone who, might he add, was more normal than he and could give her the things she needed—and he couldn't be more proud.

He left them there, their arms around each other, just inside of the apartment, and, as he walked down the street, he noticed one feeling he was lacking; jealousy. Because she'd moved on and he couldn't be happier for her.

There's Angel's chapter. Might do Parker's next.