"Angel?" Dawn called as she entered her home on Revello Drive.
"In here." He yelled from the kitchen.
Dawn entered to find Angel feeding a little boy.
"Mommy!" A little boy with blondish hair and blue eyes yelled as he ran to
Dawn, throwing his arms around her legs.
"Hi honey." She said picking him up and giving him a kiss.
"Hi aunty Dawn." Said a small blonde girl.
"Hi Joyce" She said to the young girl. She moved toward Angel carrying the
small boy in her arms. She bent down and kissed him on the cheek. "Hey."
"Hey." He replied.
She looked at the little boy in the high chair across from Angel. He had
mashed potatoes all over his face. "Hey kiddo." She turned to Angel with an
amused look on her face. "Having trouble?"
"He's stubborn."
"Just like his parents." She put the boy she was carrying, down on his
feet. "Did you give uncle Angel a hard time Will?" She asked her son.
"No. He was good as always." Angel answered. "I only wish my son would be
that way." He said, looking at the little boy in the high chair.
Dawn smiled. Ever since Buffy died two years ago Angel had been different.
He had to raise their two children alone. Joyce was seven and a perfect mix
of her parents looks. She had beautiful blonde hair with Angel's big brown
eyes. Liam was three and like his sister a mix of his parents looks, with
Angel's brown hair and Buffy's green eyes. Dawn looked at her son. He had
dirty blonde hair and big blue eyes. William was five years old. He looked
nothing like his father. In fact there was an ongoing joke within the
Scoobies, after he was born, that Spike was Will's real father. Spike. Dawn
hadn't heard from or seen Spike since before he left ten years ago. After
his attempted rape of Buffy he just left and never returned. Dawn knew he
wasn't dead because she would feel it. She somehow new that if he was dead,
she'd know. Dawn was roused from her thoughts by the sound of a yell. Liam
was tired and refused to eat. "Want help?" She asked Angel.
"Give it a try." He said standing. He grabbed Joyce and Will's plates and
washed them. "Joyce honey go upstairs and take a bath." He told his
daughter.
"Okay daddy", the little girl said as she stood and headed upstairs.
"How was school today?" Dawn asked her son as she feed her nephew.
"Good. I drew a picture for you mommy." He said happily.
"Really?" She asked smiling at her son.
"Yup." He got off his chair and went into the living room. He returned a
second later with a picture. "Here you go." He said handing Dawn the paper.
Dawn finished feeding Liam and took the picture from her sons hands. "It's beautiful." She said in awe. He defiantly got his talent from his father. She could barely draw a decent flower let alone a whole portrait. "That's you, me, Joyce, Liam, Uncle Angel, Aunt Buffy and Daddy." He told her pointing to the people in the picture. He looked up at Dawn with watery eyes. "I miss daddy, mommy." He said softly.
Dawn finished feeding Liam and took the picture from her sons hands. "It's beautiful." She said in awe. He defiantly got his talent from his father. She could barely draw a decent flower let alone a whole portrait. "That's you, me, Joyce, Liam, Uncle Angel, Aunt Buffy and Daddy." He told her pointing to the people in the picture. He looked up at Dawn with watery eyes. "I miss daddy, mommy." He said softly.
