WOES
NOTE: I own none of these guys except for Skylar and any character that you haven't seen before.
A/N: This is the third Skylar story in the Skylar series. Like I said before each story has a different length. This one might be longer or shorter than the others. I don't know yet. But since this story goes with Angel's gift and Valentine's Surprise you might want to read those before you read this.
CHAPTER 3"More flowers?" Fred asked, taking a large box of them from a deliveryman.
"Yes. The bride ordered specially dyed silver roses," the deliveryman said. "Have a nice day." He left out of the hotel.
Fred took the roses into the lobby. She began to place them into a vase. Buffy rushed in then looking around. She had a "oh, my God" look on her face. The lobby was beautiful with all of the additional flowers. But the many flowers were taking over the entire lobby. Buffy went over to Fred. Fred was placing the last rose from the box into a lovely vase. They'd even orderered an organ.
"Uh, what are these?" Buffy asked.
"They're the silver roses you ordered. Aren't they beautiful?" said Fred with a smile. "They look so real."
"No!"
"What? What's wrong?"
"These are not supposed to be silver. They're supposed to be gold! Dammit! You can't trust anyone anymore."
"Buffy," Fred tried to reason, "I don't see the problem. These are perfect."
"Well, they'll have to do now. Angel!"
Angel ran into the room. He had his hand over the mouthpiece of a phone. "What? I'm on the phone with the organ player. She wants to be paid twice as much since we're making her miss her son's birthday."
"Give me that," said Buffy. She snatched the phone from Angel. "Hello? What? I don't care if it is your little brat's first birthday! This is my first wedding you stupid bit—" Buffy turned to Angel. "She hung up on me. Rude, huh?"
Fred gave Buffy a funny look. "Yeah. How inconsiderate of her." Fred shook her head amused at her own sarcastic comment.
"Angel, what are we going to do now? We need an organ player," said Buffy.
"We'll have to arrange another one on short notice," said Angel, taking the phone from Buffy. "And this time I'll handle the talking."
"I'll get the yellow pages," Buffy sighed. She went upstairs.
"Angel, you and Buffy are going to kill yourselves with all this," said Fred.
"I know, Fred. But… well, this is important you know," said Angel.
"I know." Fred smiled at him.
Connor and Dawn walked through the double doors then. They deposited their book bags on a chair in the lobby. Angel rushed up to Connor.
"Son, did you get the tuxes?"
"Hello to you, too," said Connor dryly.
"Did you get the tuxes?" Angel asked through clenched teeth.
"It slipped," Connor replied.
"What—" Angel started to rage.
"But," Connor interrupted, "I called Gunn on his cell phone. He's going to pick them up after he gets Sky from school."
Angel released a relieved sigh. "Gee, Angel. Rest much lately?" Dawn asked him.
"I'm sorry about all of this rushing crap. But I get the feeling that something is going to go wrong," said Angel.
"That couldn't happen unless…" Connor trailed off.
"Unless what?" Angel asked.
"Unless Buffy came to her senses and realized she can do better," Connor replied. He snickered.
Angel landed a slap at Connor's arm playfully. "What's better than me?"
Connor suggested, "A sniper, maybe?"
"Please. Buffy'd have him dead in a week," said Angel. The room bust out in laughter.
"What's so funny?" Buffy asked, walking downstairs. She had the yellow pages in her arms.
"Nothing," Fred, Angel, Dawn, and Connor replied simultaneously. Buffy gave them a strange look but just shrugged it off.
"Angel, I think I found someone in here," said Buffy. "Now we just have to hope that he'll take short notices."
"Let's just hope," said Angel.
Gunn walked into the hotel then. He had three clothes bags in one arm and Skylar in the other. Sky had her arms wrapped around his neck.
"Hey," Skylar greeted.
"All right, man," said Gunn to Angel. "I got the tuxes and your kid, too."
"Thanks!" said Angel, taking the three bags from Gunn. "You're my best friend and my best man."
"I'm your best friend?" Gunn asked.
"Yeah," Angel replied. "At the moment, anyway."
"Hey, you know what this wedding needs?" Lorne asked, walking in.
"What?" Angel asked him.
"A bachelor party," the green man replied.
"Oh, no," said Buffy quickly.
"Lorne, we've been through this. I am not having a bachelor party," said Angel. "Besides I've been feeling weird lately. I'm not up for it."
"What? What's the matter?" asked Buffy, dashing over to her fiancé. "Angel, you cannot shake off your immortality now!"
"No, Buffy, I'm fine," said Angel. "Nothing is going to screw this wedding."
"Great," said Buffy. She turned to Skylar. "Come on, sweetie. I want you to see your flower girl dress."
"OK," said Skylar. Gunn let her down.
Buffy led the way upstairs to Skylar's bedroom. Skylar planted herself on her bed. Buffy took a small dress bag out of Skylar closet. She pulled a beautiful white dress out of the bag. The dress had a rose pin attached to the chest.
"Isn't it great? And you have the shoes to match. Then I got you the purse and—" Buffy stopped herself when she saw Skylar's forlorn look. "Honey, what's wrong?"
"Aunt Buffy, why can't you be my mom?" Skylar asked.
"What?"
"You're marrying Daddy. That makes you Mom, right?"
"Stepmom, sweets," Buffy corrected.
"Like out of the stories?"
"No! Definitely not. I'm not wicked. You know that."
"I wish you were my real mom." Skylar's face fell.
Buffy sat next to her on the bed. "Sky, I have always considered you to be my daughter. I love you more than any mom has loved a kid."
"I love you, too. Can I call you Mom now?" Skylar asked.
"Yes," Buffy replied. "Of course."
Skylar hugged her. Buffy hugged back. "I love you, Mommy."
A/N: Aww. I hope you enjoyed all of that fluff because not so fluffy stuff is about to occur. This is the part where you review. You know. Even if you're just skimming this story I want a little review or a long one. You're choice. Just tell me what you think and stuff. Go ahead. Press the button. I know you can do it.
