AN: Little correction, apparently the italics didn't work in the earlier
chapters. Hopefully, the lyrics of 'Pretty Baby' were obvious enough, tell
me if they aren't and I'll do something about it. : )
4. Pretty Baby. An Epilogue
I pull my jacket around me some more, as far as it will go and walk on through the crowded streets of Sunnydale. It's very cold and it makes me want to walk faster so that I can get home quicker, I don't though, not sure if it would be a good idea.
"Come on Buffy, we'll get home soon, out of the cold. There's no need to rush." Willow told me carrying both Harry and some shopping bags.
"I know, it's just, I'm tired I guess, I'm sorry," I paused, "I wasn't horrible to you while we were shopping today was I?" I asked her as we walked into the car park.
"No, just a little impatient, not bad really, relatively speaking." Willow said, chuckling a little while I felt a little better, even though she was having a bit of a laugh at my expense. It's not like I could help bad mood swings that I didn't realise I was having.
After getting myself in Willow's car and finding a comfortable sitting position, we got going, Harry singing in the back to some indecipherable tune.
"You got all your shopping done now?" Willow asked what, to anyone else would be a perfectly innocent question, while she smiled adoringly in the rear view, at her son singing.
"Yeah, I got most of it done early so it's all done now." Willow smiled, while muttering, "thank god." under her breath.
Whether or not I was meant to hear I did anyway and tried not to sulk about it. I couldn't help my moods; it was down to hormones. But no one seemed to listen to me when I told them that, except Angel of course. He reasoned that maybe they were worse because I was the slayer. All the others could focus on was being 'very nice' to big old Buffy in case she blew up at them and went off on one. It would be funny I suppose to other people, because while they weren't trying to avoid 'Buffy blow outs' I suspected they were all laughing at me.
I guess I might have a heightened sense of paranoia as well.
And I suppose I might be prone to exaggeration, a little.
"Honey, I'm home." I called as we closed the door and a very lovely looking husband of mine walked through from the kitchen wearing an apron and a gorgeous smile.
"Hello beautiful, how are my girls?" He asked as he enveloped as much of me as he could into a hug, giving me a quick kiss.
"We're fine." I told him while Willow, who had put Harry down turned to look at me with one of her classic Willow looks.
"Was she good?" Angel joked, an arm around me as I began to lean on him a little.
"She was actually okay today." Willow told him separating our shopping bags.
"Wow, is that a record?"
"Hey, I'm right here. I don't think you should make fun of your very pregnant wife when she's standing right next to you."
"I know, I'm sorry, you feel okay?"
"Yep."
"Don't listen to her, she's exhausted and she needs to sit down until she has that baby." Willow told him, getting her things together. "Anyway, I've got to get back to Tara and James we'll see you guys okay?" She said hugging me. "Harry! We're going." He came running and they went out of the door. "You heard what I said, sit down, and rest, now, okay?" She smiled, "Bye." "Bye aunt Buffy, uncle Angel." Harry waved and they were gone.
"Oooohhhh, it's all peaceful." I said as I embraced Angel again.
"Come on sweetie, do what the doctor ordered okay?" As I sat down on the couch, he kissed my forehead and went back to the kitchen and making dinner. I was left with my tired but happy thoughts and the flicker of the fire, which lulled me into sweet dream filled sleep.
Later when we'd had dinner and were sat watching but not really the watching the TV, I reflected on this year. The best year in my memory, marriage, baby, Angel and me, finally happy, like a fairy tale or a Christmas story.
Everything is different now. Families make things different I suppose.
One of the good moments was Dawn's face when I told her Angel and I were getting married and then later when I told her we were pregnant, it was just priceless. Her jumping up and down was very mature but very sweet. Of course, there were loads of good moments. Angel and me moments.hmmm.
How is it that carrying a child gives you an immediate different perspective on things? I guess it's because you're already a parent.
The rocking motion of the new rocking chair is very soothing, relaxing. My hand in his rests gently on my ever-growing belly, Angel sits by me on the couch and I remember last Christmas, our miracle. Angel suspects that our daughter will be this years Christmas miracle, and he's right, whenever she decides to make an appearance.
She already has her name; it wasn't hard to choose.
Alyssa Faith.
Alyssa for Truth; the truth of our love rediscovered and our love for her.
And Faith; after her aunt, and because;
All things work themselves out eventually.
.If you have faith. If you believe.
4. Pretty Baby. An Epilogue
I pull my jacket around me some more, as far as it will go and walk on through the crowded streets of Sunnydale. It's very cold and it makes me want to walk faster so that I can get home quicker, I don't though, not sure if it would be a good idea.
"Come on Buffy, we'll get home soon, out of the cold. There's no need to rush." Willow told me carrying both Harry and some shopping bags.
"I know, it's just, I'm tired I guess, I'm sorry," I paused, "I wasn't horrible to you while we were shopping today was I?" I asked her as we walked into the car park.
"No, just a little impatient, not bad really, relatively speaking." Willow said, chuckling a little while I felt a little better, even though she was having a bit of a laugh at my expense. It's not like I could help bad mood swings that I didn't realise I was having.
After getting myself in Willow's car and finding a comfortable sitting position, we got going, Harry singing in the back to some indecipherable tune.
"You got all your shopping done now?" Willow asked what, to anyone else would be a perfectly innocent question, while she smiled adoringly in the rear view, at her son singing.
"Yeah, I got most of it done early so it's all done now." Willow smiled, while muttering, "thank god." under her breath.
Whether or not I was meant to hear I did anyway and tried not to sulk about it. I couldn't help my moods; it was down to hormones. But no one seemed to listen to me when I told them that, except Angel of course. He reasoned that maybe they were worse because I was the slayer. All the others could focus on was being 'very nice' to big old Buffy in case she blew up at them and went off on one. It would be funny I suppose to other people, because while they weren't trying to avoid 'Buffy blow outs' I suspected they were all laughing at me.
I guess I might have a heightened sense of paranoia as well.
And I suppose I might be prone to exaggeration, a little.
"Honey, I'm home." I called as we closed the door and a very lovely looking husband of mine walked through from the kitchen wearing an apron and a gorgeous smile.
"Hello beautiful, how are my girls?" He asked as he enveloped as much of me as he could into a hug, giving me a quick kiss.
"We're fine." I told him while Willow, who had put Harry down turned to look at me with one of her classic Willow looks.
"Was she good?" Angel joked, an arm around me as I began to lean on him a little.
"She was actually okay today." Willow told him separating our shopping bags.
"Wow, is that a record?"
"Hey, I'm right here. I don't think you should make fun of your very pregnant wife when she's standing right next to you."
"I know, I'm sorry, you feel okay?"
"Yep."
"Don't listen to her, she's exhausted and she needs to sit down until she has that baby." Willow told him, getting her things together. "Anyway, I've got to get back to Tara and James we'll see you guys okay?" She said hugging me. "Harry! We're going." He came running and they went out of the door. "You heard what I said, sit down, and rest, now, okay?" She smiled, "Bye." "Bye aunt Buffy, uncle Angel." Harry waved and they were gone.
"Oooohhhh, it's all peaceful." I said as I embraced Angel again.
"Come on sweetie, do what the doctor ordered okay?" As I sat down on the couch, he kissed my forehead and went back to the kitchen and making dinner. I was left with my tired but happy thoughts and the flicker of the fire, which lulled me into sweet dream filled sleep.
Later when we'd had dinner and were sat watching but not really the watching the TV, I reflected on this year. The best year in my memory, marriage, baby, Angel and me, finally happy, like a fairy tale or a Christmas story.
Everything is different now. Families make things different I suppose.
One of the good moments was Dawn's face when I told her Angel and I were getting married and then later when I told her we were pregnant, it was just priceless. Her jumping up and down was very mature but very sweet. Of course, there were loads of good moments. Angel and me moments.hmmm.
How is it that carrying a child gives you an immediate different perspective on things? I guess it's because you're already a parent.
The rocking motion of the new rocking chair is very soothing, relaxing. My hand in his rests gently on my ever-growing belly, Angel sits by me on the couch and I remember last Christmas, our miracle. Angel suspects that our daughter will be this years Christmas miracle, and he's right, whenever she decides to make an appearance.
She already has her name; it wasn't hard to choose.
Alyssa Faith.
Alyssa for Truth; the truth of our love rediscovered and our love for her.
And Faith; after her aunt, and because;
All things work themselves out eventually.
.If you have faith. If you believe.