Buffy woke up, alone, in a huge bed that was not hers. Panicking, she rose from bed. She was about to bolt when she spotted a shirt that was most definitely Angel's. Smiling, Buffy leaned back into bed. She stretched, and yawned before getting out of bed, and looking for Angel.

Angel stood in the kitchen, attempting to cook pancakes. He plopped the pan back onto the oven, and was about to accept defeat when he felt arms encircle him, and lips pressing on his back, where his tattoo was. Jumping, Angel bumped into the oven, and hit his head. Behind him he heard a giggle. Angered, he turned around and mock-glared at Buffy, "You think this is funny?" "Yes." Smiling sweetly at him, she kissed the center of his chest and stepped back before Angel could grab her. Jumping onto the kitchen table, Buffy looked over his shoulder, "Cooking breakfast?" Angel glared at her, "Trying to." Growling, he turned back towards the burnt pancakes, "Are they suppose to be black?" He asked in a tiny voice. With a huge, over-dramatic sigh, Buffy jumped down from the table and pushed him away, "No. Silly, they're supposed to be light and fluffy. Let me do it. Why don't you go wake up Anya.Okay?" "If you insist," Angel answered dramatically, leaning his head down for a quick kiss before running out of the kitchen. Buffy turned back towards the pancakes, giggling at the ones Angel tried to make sometimes he could be so pathetic, but that's why she loved him so much.love, she loved Angel.. Smiling at the thought, Buffy went to work on the pancakes.

Angel opened the guest door and peered inside. He was greeted with the second sweetest sight, the first being Buffy. Anya was sleeping in the bed, with a tiny smile on her face. She truly was Buffy's daughter, with her golden hair, and fair features. Looking around the room, a golden thing on the floor caught his eye. He stooped down, and picked it up. It was her ring, her wedding ring, but it wasn't the beautiful ring that the fucking bastard had chosen for her. In fact, it didn't even have the diamond anymore, and the ring itself was ruined beyond recognition. His brow furrowing, Angel bent back, on the floor, looking for any clues as to why the ring was ruined. Spotting a note, he picked it up and opened it. It read: Dear Riley,
This is my final goodbye letter. I just wanted some closure, so I am writing you this. May I be the first to tell you what a selfish son of a bitch you are. You hurt me beyond recognition, and I will never, never forgive you. You married the wrong woman if you thought that I would just accept your ways. Because you have hurt me so much, I have decided to pay you back. Look inside the envelope, you will find the wedding ring you gave me. Yes, I did that, that is what my heart looks like right now, but I have something the ring doesn't have, glue, that can piece it back together. Want to know what my glue is? It is Angel and Anya, they are my glue, they will.they have put my heart back together. I don't need you anymore. This is a goodbye.

Buffy Summers, former wife.

Smiling, Angel put the letter and ring back on the floor. Buffy was the most unique woman he had ever met, that was why he loved her so much. Loved.he loved Buffy, truly, madly, deeply, he had never stopped. Smiling, he ran the idea over and over in his head.I love Buffy, I love Buffy. I like how that sounds

A/N: I know this is crappy, but I wanted some therapy. I've been watching too much B/S episodes, and I just found out that Buffy isn't appearing on the new season of Angel, and that Spike might be the Shanshu guy. I am way depressed. So, hence the fluffy section.

A/N: Tell me if the fic sux, because I'm very busy and I don't want to waste my time on a fic that no1 likes anywayz. Thnk you.