*****
Part Twenty-Six
Buffy didn't know where she was. Darkness around her, everything was dark, and it seemed to envelope her. No sign of any light for miles.
Buffy could hear distant voices, most she couldn't recognize but there was one that she would always know.
The voice of her Angel.
She could hear him talk to her and crying when she was unable to respond.
He was saying he was sorry, sorry for things that he didn't cause.
Buffy wanted to tell him it was okay, that she was okay. And that it wasn't his fault, but she was unable to move or talk to him.
She couldn't see him, but she was searching frantically.
Looking for a way out.
Suddenly a bright light apppeared ahead of her.
Lifting an arm to shield her eyes from the sudden illumination to the darkness.
Glancing behind her, she ran towards the light.
She was getting closer and closer to the light, covering her eyes to protect it from the bright light.
Once she reached the light, she allowed her eyes to adjust to the light.
Spinning around, Buffy looked around. The darkness had faded, all there was were the light.
In the distance, Buffy could hear Angel praying to God. Praying that she would be alright.
She wanted to tell him she was, that she was okay.
"Greetings, Slayer." A soft, melodious voice spoke to her from behind.
Turning around, she was greeted with the sight of a very young woman wearing a soft blue dress like one of those in the eighteen centuries.
Her blond hair cascaded down her back, her eyes as blue as her dress.
She was smiling. Buffy wanted to ask her why she was smiling, why she was smiling at her like she knew something that Buffy didn't.
"Who are you?" Buffy asked, instinct told her she could trust the woman.
"I'm your gurdian angel. My name is Evangeline. I have a message for you." Evangeline said.
"My guardian angel, huh? Well, isn't that nice. I never knew I was being watched by my very own angel." ***Liar! You have your own angel at home, weeping for you right now.***
Evangeline's smile grew wider.
"Are you ready?" Evangeline asked.
"Ready for what?"
"Your husband has found out about your child." She told Buffy.
***Husband? That's Angel, dimwit!***
"How is my baby? Is she okay? Did she survive?" Buffy asked frantically.
"Yes, she is okay. Your husband is finally meeting his daughter right this moment."
Buffy felt guilty now. Guilty that she had been unable to tell Angel about his own child.
"Are you ready?" Evangeline asked again.
"For what?"
"You're about to go back to your realm, but first you must promise me you and Angel will be okay. I am yours and Angels guardian angel. And if this doesn't work, I may never be able to get my wings."
Buffy looked at the sincerity on Evangeline's face.
"I promise." Buffy told her firmly.
She promised to an angel that her and Angel will work their problems out, and she will.
Once she got home and into her body, of course.
Evangeline's smile grew even wider, if that was possible.
"Good. Brace yourself and take care of your family now."
Evangeline waved her hand and Buffy was gone.
In the hospital bed, Buffy gasped as she sat upright.
*****
Part Twenty-Seven
She was lovely. His and Buffy's child was so beautiful.
Angel stood outside of the nursery, looking into the window where his daughter lay waving her little fists in the air. He watched as she yawned and he couldn't help but think that she looked so much like her mother.
Her eyes were closed and she was playing in the little crib of hers. The patch of brown hair on her little head was a sign that she resembled him in some way.
He watched as she kicked her little, cute, and wrinkly feet in the air.
He smiled. His baby was restless.
Picking up one of his hands, he traced his daughter's features through the glass.
She was beautiful. And she was his daughter. Buffy and himself had created her.
Looking down towards the end of her crib, he realized that there was no name tag for her. He still had to name his daughter.
He wished Buffy was here.
"Mr. Summers." A voice said behind him. Angel turned around to see a nurse, Eileen.
"Your wife has woken up." She told him, a small smile on her face when she saw his eyes brighten.
Angel was ecstatic. The miracle! This was a miracle!
Buffy was alive and awake!
The smile on his face would've made anyone go blind, it was so bright.
Thanking the nurse, he glanced towards his daughter before running in search of Buffy.
*****
Part Twenty-Eight
Buffy sat on her hospital bed, a doctor was checking up on her. A frown marring his face.
"This is extraordinary." The doctor exclaimed.
"I'm glad you find me interesting, doctor, but if you don't mind I want to leave. Like, NOW!" Buffy yelled the last part. She was frightened of hospitals, she didn't know why but she did, and this one, especially, was creeping her out.
"I'm sorry, I can't do that. I'm afraid you would have to stay for a couple of days more, since you were pregnant."
"Where's my daughter?" She aske frantically.
"Your daughter is just fine, she's in the nursery right now."
Letting out a breath she'd been holding, Buffy slumped against the bed.
The doctor continued his musing and checking up on her.
Buffy wanted to get out of here. She wanted to be on her own two feet again.
She didn't know how long it had been since she had been in her coma.
Probably days, but she was glad that she was finally alive and moving.
Suddenly, the door bursted open and Angel stood in the doorway, a surprised look across his handsome face.
"Angel." Buffy whispered.
The doctor left quietly.
Angel was shocked. He was speechless. When he finally found his voice, he whispered her name.
"Buffy."
Without waiting for another minute, Angel ran up to the bed and hugged Buffy to his chest. Buffy returned the hug with equal strength.
It had been a long time since they've been in each others arms like this.
It felt like heaven to the both of them, Angel and Buffy were both crying.
They had missed being in each other's arms, Angel to be holding Buffy and Buffy being held by Angel.
Angel couldn't help but run his hands over Buffy's body, making sure she was here. Alive and hugging him.
Angel buried his face in her neck, smelling her scent. She smelled so good, so alive!
After awhile, they pulled back. Angel wiping Buffy's tears with his hand while she did the same to him.
Buffy smiled at him. "Hey."
"Hey, yourself." Angel replied.
"I missed you."
"I missed you, too."
Another second before both talked at once, saying the same phrase as if it were what they were meant to say ever since they were born.
"I love you."
"I love you."
Angel smiled and pulled her into another hug.
"Where's our baby?" Buffy asked, her voice muffled by his shirt.
"She's in the nursery."
"Is she beautiful?" Buffy asked.
"Very." Angel told her with sincerity in his voice.
There was a knock on the door. Angel pulled away to get the door and was surprised to see Eileen standing in the doorway, carrying their child.
"I brought you your baby." She told Angel.
Angel smiled at her before gesturing her to enter.
When he turned around, Buffy was already cradling their child and baby talking to her.
He smiled at the picture they made. This was what he had wanted.
He had wanted Buffy and, in her arms, was the child that they had conceived together.
Buffy looked up at him and grinned.
"You're right, she's beautiful."
The nurse had left them alone.
Angel made his way over to her bed, sitting on the edge.
"Angel, we need a name for her." Buffy reminded him.
"Yes. I'll let you decide, whatever you chose would be perfect."
"Really? What if I chose a bad name? What if she doesn't like it when she's grown up? Angel! Choosing our daughter's name isn't like naming an.......animal!" She practically yelled.
Angel moved to hug her.
"Calm down, whatever you chose for her, she'll love it, I'll love it."
"Really?"
"Really. Now, what do you have in mind?"
A picture of Evangeline flashed across her mind. She remembered her guardian angel, the one who made it possible for her to be here in the first place.
"Evangeline."
"That's a beautiful name, Buffy." Angel looked at his daughter, "Hello, Evangeline."
"It's perfect." She told him.
"Just like you are." Angel told her before capturing her lips in a kiss. It wasn't their usual kisses, ones that were filled with passion and desire, this one was of forgiveness.
Pulling back, Buffy kissed her daughter's forehead.
Outside, a bell rung.
She smiled, Evangeline had gotten her wings.
And she had gotten her family.
They were happy.
*****
Epilogue
*FIVE YEARS LATER*
It was September 12, 2006. Evangeline Anne Summers' birthday.
Evangeline was turning five today and Buffy and her husband had organized a party for their daughter who had been conceived through a miracle.
"Angel! Hurry up! The gang are coming in a few minutes!" Buffy yelled from Evangeline's room.
She was dressing her daughter up for her birthday.
Evangeline was dressed in pink and white dress, pink bows in her hair curled hair, white stockings, and pink shoes. On her face was a grimace.
"Mommy! I do myself! No need help. Me big girl."
"Yes, you are, honey. Now go on downstairs and tell your father to hurry up. Go on." Buffy kissed her daughter on her cheek before sending her downstairs to get Angel, who was taking *forever* just to get ready.
Buffy closed Evangeline's bedroom door before going to her and Angels room to fix her make-up a bit.
Going downstairs, Buffy found her husband in the living room, playing with Evangeline.
Hearing Evangeline's giggles as Angel tickled her brought a smile on Buffy's face.
This was just perfect. Nothing could ruin this moment ever again.
Not even demons. Several years ago, the demons of the world had disappered. Except for the stray vamps that had survived, but nothing serious.
Her daughter will be able to live in safer world, without demons or vampires stopping her.
"Angel! You're messing up Evangelines clothes." She sighed, some things never change.
Walking to her daughter, she was tackled by two bodies and it was her turn to be tickled.
***Yup, some things never changed.***
Laughter filled the happy family's house and carried out into the world, warming the hearts of others who heard it as well.
Life was perfect.
THE END (corny ending, I know)
Part Twenty-Six
Buffy didn't know where she was. Darkness around her, everything was dark, and it seemed to envelope her. No sign of any light for miles.
Buffy could hear distant voices, most she couldn't recognize but there was one that she would always know.
The voice of her Angel.
She could hear him talk to her and crying when she was unable to respond.
He was saying he was sorry, sorry for things that he didn't cause.
Buffy wanted to tell him it was okay, that she was okay. And that it wasn't his fault, but she was unable to move or talk to him.
She couldn't see him, but she was searching frantically.
Looking for a way out.
Suddenly a bright light apppeared ahead of her.
Lifting an arm to shield her eyes from the sudden illumination to the darkness.
Glancing behind her, she ran towards the light.
She was getting closer and closer to the light, covering her eyes to protect it from the bright light.
Once she reached the light, she allowed her eyes to adjust to the light.
Spinning around, Buffy looked around. The darkness had faded, all there was were the light.
In the distance, Buffy could hear Angel praying to God. Praying that she would be alright.
She wanted to tell him she was, that she was okay.
"Greetings, Slayer." A soft, melodious voice spoke to her from behind.
Turning around, she was greeted with the sight of a very young woman wearing a soft blue dress like one of those in the eighteen centuries.
Her blond hair cascaded down her back, her eyes as blue as her dress.
She was smiling. Buffy wanted to ask her why she was smiling, why she was smiling at her like she knew something that Buffy didn't.
"Who are you?" Buffy asked, instinct told her she could trust the woman.
"I'm your gurdian angel. My name is Evangeline. I have a message for you." Evangeline said.
"My guardian angel, huh? Well, isn't that nice. I never knew I was being watched by my very own angel." ***Liar! You have your own angel at home, weeping for you right now.***
Evangeline's smile grew wider.
"Are you ready?" Evangeline asked.
"Ready for what?"
"Your husband has found out about your child." She told Buffy.
***Husband? That's Angel, dimwit!***
"How is my baby? Is she okay? Did she survive?" Buffy asked frantically.
"Yes, she is okay. Your husband is finally meeting his daughter right this moment."
Buffy felt guilty now. Guilty that she had been unable to tell Angel about his own child.
"Are you ready?" Evangeline asked again.
"For what?"
"You're about to go back to your realm, but first you must promise me you and Angel will be okay. I am yours and Angels guardian angel. And if this doesn't work, I may never be able to get my wings."
Buffy looked at the sincerity on Evangeline's face.
"I promise." Buffy told her firmly.
She promised to an angel that her and Angel will work their problems out, and she will.
Once she got home and into her body, of course.
Evangeline's smile grew even wider, if that was possible.
"Good. Brace yourself and take care of your family now."
Evangeline waved her hand and Buffy was gone.
In the hospital bed, Buffy gasped as she sat upright.
*****
Part Twenty-Seven
She was lovely. His and Buffy's child was so beautiful.
Angel stood outside of the nursery, looking into the window where his daughter lay waving her little fists in the air. He watched as she yawned and he couldn't help but think that she looked so much like her mother.
Her eyes were closed and she was playing in the little crib of hers. The patch of brown hair on her little head was a sign that she resembled him in some way.
He watched as she kicked her little, cute, and wrinkly feet in the air.
He smiled. His baby was restless.
Picking up one of his hands, he traced his daughter's features through the glass.
She was beautiful. And she was his daughter. Buffy and himself had created her.
Looking down towards the end of her crib, he realized that there was no name tag for her. He still had to name his daughter.
He wished Buffy was here.
"Mr. Summers." A voice said behind him. Angel turned around to see a nurse, Eileen.
"Your wife has woken up." She told him, a small smile on her face when she saw his eyes brighten.
Angel was ecstatic. The miracle! This was a miracle!
Buffy was alive and awake!
The smile on his face would've made anyone go blind, it was so bright.
Thanking the nurse, he glanced towards his daughter before running in search of Buffy.
*****
Part Twenty-Eight
Buffy sat on her hospital bed, a doctor was checking up on her. A frown marring his face.
"This is extraordinary." The doctor exclaimed.
"I'm glad you find me interesting, doctor, but if you don't mind I want to leave. Like, NOW!" Buffy yelled the last part. She was frightened of hospitals, she didn't know why but she did, and this one, especially, was creeping her out.
"I'm sorry, I can't do that. I'm afraid you would have to stay for a couple of days more, since you were pregnant."
"Where's my daughter?" She aske frantically.
"Your daughter is just fine, she's in the nursery right now."
Letting out a breath she'd been holding, Buffy slumped against the bed.
The doctor continued his musing and checking up on her.
Buffy wanted to get out of here. She wanted to be on her own two feet again.
She didn't know how long it had been since she had been in her coma.
Probably days, but she was glad that she was finally alive and moving.
Suddenly, the door bursted open and Angel stood in the doorway, a surprised look across his handsome face.
"Angel." Buffy whispered.
The doctor left quietly.
Angel was shocked. He was speechless. When he finally found his voice, he whispered her name.
"Buffy."
Without waiting for another minute, Angel ran up to the bed and hugged Buffy to his chest. Buffy returned the hug with equal strength.
It had been a long time since they've been in each others arms like this.
It felt like heaven to the both of them, Angel and Buffy were both crying.
They had missed being in each other's arms, Angel to be holding Buffy and Buffy being held by Angel.
Angel couldn't help but run his hands over Buffy's body, making sure she was here. Alive and hugging him.
Angel buried his face in her neck, smelling her scent. She smelled so good, so alive!
After awhile, they pulled back. Angel wiping Buffy's tears with his hand while she did the same to him.
Buffy smiled at him. "Hey."
"Hey, yourself." Angel replied.
"I missed you."
"I missed you, too."
Another second before both talked at once, saying the same phrase as if it were what they were meant to say ever since they were born.
"I love you."
"I love you."
Angel smiled and pulled her into another hug.
"Where's our baby?" Buffy asked, her voice muffled by his shirt.
"She's in the nursery."
"Is she beautiful?" Buffy asked.
"Very." Angel told her with sincerity in his voice.
There was a knock on the door. Angel pulled away to get the door and was surprised to see Eileen standing in the doorway, carrying their child.
"I brought you your baby." She told Angel.
Angel smiled at her before gesturing her to enter.
When he turned around, Buffy was already cradling their child and baby talking to her.
He smiled at the picture they made. This was what he had wanted.
He had wanted Buffy and, in her arms, was the child that they had conceived together.
Buffy looked up at him and grinned.
"You're right, she's beautiful."
The nurse had left them alone.
Angel made his way over to her bed, sitting on the edge.
"Angel, we need a name for her." Buffy reminded him.
"Yes. I'll let you decide, whatever you chose would be perfect."
"Really? What if I chose a bad name? What if she doesn't like it when she's grown up? Angel! Choosing our daughter's name isn't like naming an.......animal!" She practically yelled.
Angel moved to hug her.
"Calm down, whatever you chose for her, she'll love it, I'll love it."
"Really?"
"Really. Now, what do you have in mind?"
A picture of Evangeline flashed across her mind. She remembered her guardian angel, the one who made it possible for her to be here in the first place.
"Evangeline."
"That's a beautiful name, Buffy." Angel looked at his daughter, "Hello, Evangeline."
"It's perfect." She told him.
"Just like you are." Angel told her before capturing her lips in a kiss. It wasn't their usual kisses, ones that were filled with passion and desire, this one was of forgiveness.
Pulling back, Buffy kissed her daughter's forehead.
Outside, a bell rung.
She smiled, Evangeline had gotten her wings.
And she had gotten her family.
They were happy.
*****
Epilogue
*FIVE YEARS LATER*
It was September 12, 2006. Evangeline Anne Summers' birthday.
Evangeline was turning five today and Buffy and her husband had organized a party for their daughter who had been conceived through a miracle.
"Angel! Hurry up! The gang are coming in a few minutes!" Buffy yelled from Evangeline's room.
She was dressing her daughter up for her birthday.
Evangeline was dressed in pink and white dress, pink bows in her hair curled hair, white stockings, and pink shoes. On her face was a grimace.
"Mommy! I do myself! No need help. Me big girl."
"Yes, you are, honey. Now go on downstairs and tell your father to hurry up. Go on." Buffy kissed her daughter on her cheek before sending her downstairs to get Angel, who was taking *forever* just to get ready.
Buffy closed Evangeline's bedroom door before going to her and Angels room to fix her make-up a bit.
Going downstairs, Buffy found her husband in the living room, playing with Evangeline.
Hearing Evangeline's giggles as Angel tickled her brought a smile on Buffy's face.
This was just perfect. Nothing could ruin this moment ever again.
Not even demons. Several years ago, the demons of the world had disappered. Except for the stray vamps that had survived, but nothing serious.
Her daughter will be able to live in safer world, without demons or vampires stopping her.
"Angel! You're messing up Evangelines clothes." She sighed, some things never change.
Walking to her daughter, she was tackled by two bodies and it was her turn to be tickled.
***Yup, some things never changed.***
Laughter filled the happy family's house and carried out into the world, warming the hearts of others who heard it as well.
Life was perfect.
THE END (corny ending, I know)