Two hours. Two hours lost, two hours gone, and the flight had ended. The breath of the next week blinded Buffy into nothingness. She was asleep in a soft-riding rental van, to an unfamiliar territory, Riley's painting worthy hometown, Huxley. She dreamed, of the house, with flowers blooming, a fishing pond, a freshly painted red barn, and her sitting on a red gingham blanket by a wicker picnic basket and a baby in a pink onesy laying on that blanket. Her husband came up, nice and strong, he sat, his soft brownish-blond hair, the texture, his eyes true and brave, it was Riley. She smiled a happy but restless grin. He leaned over and kissed her softly but surely on her forehead. That kiss promised a future and a passion no words could express. She gazed at him dreamily, and the infant cried. The slayer woke up from her dream.

"Hey, you're awake, we're almost there, be ready, be ready to be surprised by well, Smallville, USA." Riley smiled, keeping his eye on the road.

"Really? That's Smallville? There seems to be a large mass ahead." Buffy joked and put her lotioned hand upon his soft warm one.

"Okay, maybe I was exaggerating, but Buffy, it's small, see there are the Sandersons." Riley waved as they entered town to an elderly couple toddling down the street.

"I can see why you love this place, I already do, it says, 'I'm old, I love myself, I'm everything.'" Buffy said making a marquee with her hands.

'Um-hmm." Riley said, nearing a clearing ahead, where a solitary wooden sign said ' Finn Farm, ahead.'

"Geez. Riley, why the sign?"

"Oh, people wanting berries, cows, pigs, and other farmly things, follow the signs. I never understood it, it was up before I was born."

"I'm so nervous, the fam, the friends, will they like me? Will they love me? Am I good enough? All those questions are plaguing me!"

"Buff, relax, there'll be other familiar faces out there besides mine. Graham'll be there."

"Wh-aa-tt? You invited Graham?"

"Yep, he's one of my groomsmen. Buffy, he doesn't hate you passionately like Forrest did. So don't worry, if he does, I won't let him touch you."

"Really?"

"Yes, no man touches my girl."

"With exception, of my dad, Xander, and Giles right? Not that they'll do anything weird anyway." "Right." They entered a green area onto a dirt road which led to a large blue house.

"Riley, geez, that's huge. Nothing like what I grew up in." Buffy said amused.

"It's home." Riley shrugged.

"It's a big home." Buffy said and Riiley pulled into the driveway. The van was met by a 17 year old girl. Riley unlocked the doors and everyone got out.

"RILEY!! My big bro!" The girl went up to him and hugged him.

"Hey, Lis." He smiled and hugged her.

"Ehem." Buffy coughed.

"Oh, Lis, this is Buffy." Putting his arm around Buffy.

"Nice to meet you, Lis." Buffy held out her small hand.

"I've been waiting to meet you too, Buffy, Rye's told us so much." Lis put out her hand and shook Buffy's.

A small petite woman with a blonde bob came out the door. " Oh, Riley, it's been so long, you must be Buffy, I'm Jessie, this big oaf's mom." She walked up to Riley and put her hand on his shoulder.

"Well, hi, um, Jessie." Buffy smiled, amazed at the size difference between Riley and his mother.

"You can be casual with me, it's his dad that's the problem." Jessie said.

"Sorry, I'm really not attentive at the moment, jet lag, packing, everything, pre marital wedding stress." Buffy said.

"Oh, I understand, why don't you and my Riley go take a nap? There's a free bedroom upstairs." Jessie replied.

"Thanks. I'm really, really tired." Buffy took Riley by the hand and Jessie led them up the stairs. They ended up in a room with college sport pendants on the walls.

"This your room?" Buffy asked once Jessie left the room.

"Used to be." He grinned and plopped on the big comfy bed.

"Very spacey, I like it." Buffy laughed and laid down next to Riley.

"Let's take a nap." Riley smiled and adjusted himself to the bed. "That's what I was counting on, my piece of bread." Buffy curled next to Riley and put her hand on his chin.

"I love you, Buffy."

"I love you, Riley." They kissed and then both of them were quiet.

"Riley, being in your home makes me think, where will we live? Sunnydale's gone, LA's too expensive, here's too far from my friends." Buffy finally said softly stroking her hand on his arm.

"Maybe somewhere in the middle, who knows?" Riley replied quietly.