Happy Times
Author's Note: Man oh man you all must be very pissed off with me..lol pardon my obscene language however I haven't left this story for ever. Well hey I am trying to continue if it is crap I apologize...I am trying to get back into the groove. OH BTW!!! Did you all know that the two very first chapters are actually under the heading "Why you look so sad" I will be adding them in after. So anywho off I go rambling insanely about my intricate Ideas.!!!!
If Only He Knew
If it is even possible Buffy Summers was able to push away her dark dreams, that fateful day that her and Angel's beloved daughter, Rachel Kathleen Summers was born. The First, she wasn't sure if it was all a figment of her imagination or one of her prophesied dreams. Either way she tried desperately to conceal them from Giles so that he wouldn't treat Rachel as the next Two-day-old-green-stuff- growing science fair project. Oddly enough Willow was the only one that knew her true fears and the truth behind her treacherous dreams that proceeded for five months after the birth. The dreams would sneak up on her slowly at first but more rapidly as time went on. Hitting her like waves of heat causing her brain to black-out with seering pain flashing across her face. Images, horrible, distorted images of her daughter in black and white. But she was older, fourteen about. Her hair dark and tarnished, her features pale and weak, gashes graced her slender form. Angel weeping and then a tombstone but everytime she got closer to the end of the dream, just that much closer to finding out whose tombstone it was, she'd wake up, cold and on the ground. They stopped five years ago. She never did find out whose name was on that tombstone but she never wanted to see the images again.
Willow had been doing some undercover research but it seemed somewhat hopeless. There was no material every found on this, "First" thing. Maybe it was all just a bad dream but her instincts told her otherwise. Buffy glanced out the window, closing the journal firmly in her lap as the pen rolled to the side. With no one to talk to about her haunting dreams, her journal became a vent for her to help find some sort of reasoning to her madness. Her thoughts were quickly interrupted by a bounding five year old jumping into the room on her daddy's back. The little girl out stretched her arms to her mother and Angel swung her over his shoulder and handed her to Buffy.
"Mommeeee!" She errupted in giggles that Angel was oh too familiar with.
"What's up baby, is daddy being bad?" Buffy winked and gave Angel a coy smile.
"Me?" he stated heartily, "Never."
"He wouldn't play tea party with me." Rachel gave her mother a pout but it hadn't worked on Buffy. She straightened up and taped her on the nose.
"You know daddy is very busy, he has an interview tomorrow and has to prepare." Rachel sighed and climbed off her mommy's lap.
" Sorry munchkin' I have to get money from somewhere to pay for that wedding dress your mother bought."
"That was a pretty dress, I want to wear it when I get married." Rachel beamed.
"Not until you are forty-four young-lady!" Angel said sternly making Buffy crack into a smile.
"well come on now Angel she will be dating soon!" Buffy stated and saw angel's eyes buldge.
"Buffy she is five."
"I was five when I waned to date you" She smiled once more as Angel leaned in to give her a passionate kiss when a noise came from the back of the room.
"Yeeeeeeuk!!!!!" Rachel made a face of disgust.
"Willow's sure she can baby-sit tonight!?" Angel looked with pleading eyes.
"She will be here round' eight!"
"Thank-god!" Angel sighed," Well I have to go prepare, be ready for eight!"
" Sure thing! Now, Sweetie what should mommy wear?" Rachel's eyes light up, dressing mommy was always fun.
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Buffy approached the stairs of their two-story home, blond curls cascading down her shoulders with a slender red dress sticking to her body like a second skin. At the mere age of 21 Buffy was her own woman. Angel's breath was taken away. She was beautiful on their wedding night, but she was simply hott tonight. He couldn't wait to get that dress off of her, but he knew he would have to be somewhat persuasive. They were going to the BRONZE a place they hadn't been since Rachel was born. Angel and Buffy were meeting up with his younger brother Spike who was also 21. Angel hadn't seen him in years and thought it was a good opportunity to show off his dazziling wife. Not to mention his munchkin', Rachel. He might have wanted this night to be just him and Buffy but his wallet was bulging with baby pictures.
"Wow." He said simply.
"Thank your daughter, she picked it out. She said red was daddy's favorite colour." Buffy laughed.
"Shall we?"
"We Shall"
"Goodnight sweetheart," Angel whispered into the 2ft. 3 child's ear, he curly brown hair covering her emerald green eyes.
" goodnite father, mommy. Willow and I are very busy, she is going to float candles and I am going to watch." Rachel ran off not seeming the least bit attached to her parents as they were to her.
"They grow up so fast!" Willow smiled.
"Yeah soon she will be wanting to highlight her hair" Buffy murmured.
"Or get a boyfriend!" angel said coldly and Buffy just laughed in his ear, "tonight will be ours." She whispered. Was she coming on to him? He liked it that was for sure.
When the two reached the Bronze, arm in arm, every man and women were jealous. They were young, married and dare I say it damn hott. Buffy held her head his in pride while Angel possessively p his hand around her waist and shot cold stares at all the man scanning over Buffy's body. Angel spotted Spike and dashed over.
"Spike!" Buffy blurted out after seeing the now very muscular, blond haired man. "Is that really you, you look so different! You look good." She blushed and gave him a friendly hug.
"Buffy Summers." He whispered her name like it was sacred. Buffy was now a bit uncomfortable, Spike had had the biggest crush on her for years. "You look, well you look ." She was very sexy in that little dress but then he came to Angel's hand. Ah yes, he older brother, Buffy's fascination, even as children he was her favorite. He couldn't seem to think why, Angel wasn't as poetic as he. "Nice." He finally decided on instead of his initial thought. "And Angel mate, nice to see you once again, haven't heard of you since you left the Hyperion when you were eighteen."
"It was an emergency really, I am sorry to have left the family like that." He gave a small shy but spike had noticed that he was fiddling with some ring. Was he trying to make it that obvious that he and Buffy were married? He decided to play along, " Oh Angel are you married?" he stated daftly.
Angel's face light up, "Why, yes Buffy and I were married but a year ago."
"Congratulations!" Spike put on a fake smile, " Got any rugrats yet."
"Just one, her name is Rachel" Buffy handed him a picture.
Spike scanned the face, so much like Buffy but the dark hair was definitely Angel's and the emotion of the eyes belonged to him as well. She was a beautiful child. "She is beautiful really."
"Thanks" Angel beamed with pride.
Finally a song started to play and Spike had the chance to escape and find a dance partner before he gagged on how prefect their lives were. If only he knew their constant struggle to keep their marriage going or what they had had to overcome over the years. If only he had known about buffy's cancer and Angel's shock of finding out that Buffy was the slayer let alone pregnant. If only he knew.
Buffy and Angel quickly picked up on the song and smiled when they heard the lyrics. It was their relationship in a nutshell really.
Why Can't I? Lyrics- Liz phair.
Get a load of me, get a load of you
Walkin' down the street, and I hardly know you
It's just like we were meant to be
Holding hands with you, and we're out at night
Got a girlfriend, you say it isn't right
And I've got someone waiting too
This is, this is just the beginning
We're already wet, and we're gonna go swimming
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you
Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you
It's inevitable, it's a fact that we're gonna get down to it
So tell me
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you
Isn't this the best part of breakin' up
Finding someone else you can't get enough of
Someone who wants to be with you too
It's an itch we know we are gonna scratch
Gonna take a while for this egg to hatch
But wouldn't it be beautiful
Here we are, we're at the beginning
We haven't fucked yet, but heads spinning
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you
Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you
It's inevitable, it's a fact that we're gonna get down to it
So tell me
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you
I'd love for you to make me wonder
Where it's goin'
I'd love for you to pull me under
Somethin's growin'
for this that we can control
Baby I am dyin'
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you
Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you
Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you
It's inevitable, it's a fact that we're gonna get down to it
So tell me
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you
The song stopped. Buffy's neck was inserted in the nook of Angels. They were clinging to each other as if the song had deeply touched them. Angel was constantly stroking Buffy's smooth arm whispering sweet nothings into her ear. They were the image of what every one in that room desired. Spike left quickly after the song. It was as though it was a mad dash to the door. If he saw them together any longer he might just loose it as would the rest. It was so simple for them, this "Love" thing. Everything just seemed to fall into place for them. The child, the love, the physical yearning it was perfect. If only they knew.
Author's Note: Man oh man you all must be very pissed off with me..lol pardon my obscene language however I haven't left this story for ever. Well hey I am trying to continue if it is crap I apologize...I am trying to get back into the groove. OH BTW!!! Did you all know that the two very first chapters are actually under the heading "Why you look so sad" I will be adding them in after. So anywho off I go rambling insanely about my intricate Ideas.!!!!
If Only He Knew
If it is even possible Buffy Summers was able to push away her dark dreams, that fateful day that her and Angel's beloved daughter, Rachel Kathleen Summers was born. The First, she wasn't sure if it was all a figment of her imagination or one of her prophesied dreams. Either way she tried desperately to conceal them from Giles so that he wouldn't treat Rachel as the next Two-day-old-green-stuff- growing science fair project. Oddly enough Willow was the only one that knew her true fears and the truth behind her treacherous dreams that proceeded for five months after the birth. The dreams would sneak up on her slowly at first but more rapidly as time went on. Hitting her like waves of heat causing her brain to black-out with seering pain flashing across her face. Images, horrible, distorted images of her daughter in black and white. But she was older, fourteen about. Her hair dark and tarnished, her features pale and weak, gashes graced her slender form. Angel weeping and then a tombstone but everytime she got closer to the end of the dream, just that much closer to finding out whose tombstone it was, she'd wake up, cold and on the ground. They stopped five years ago. She never did find out whose name was on that tombstone but she never wanted to see the images again.
Willow had been doing some undercover research but it seemed somewhat hopeless. There was no material every found on this, "First" thing. Maybe it was all just a bad dream but her instincts told her otherwise. Buffy glanced out the window, closing the journal firmly in her lap as the pen rolled to the side. With no one to talk to about her haunting dreams, her journal became a vent for her to help find some sort of reasoning to her madness. Her thoughts were quickly interrupted by a bounding five year old jumping into the room on her daddy's back. The little girl out stretched her arms to her mother and Angel swung her over his shoulder and handed her to Buffy.
"Mommeeee!" She errupted in giggles that Angel was oh too familiar with.
"What's up baby, is daddy being bad?" Buffy winked and gave Angel a coy smile.
"Me?" he stated heartily, "Never."
"He wouldn't play tea party with me." Rachel gave her mother a pout but it hadn't worked on Buffy. She straightened up and taped her on the nose.
"You know daddy is very busy, he has an interview tomorrow and has to prepare." Rachel sighed and climbed off her mommy's lap.
" Sorry munchkin' I have to get money from somewhere to pay for that wedding dress your mother bought."
"That was a pretty dress, I want to wear it when I get married." Rachel beamed.
"Not until you are forty-four young-lady!" Angel said sternly making Buffy crack into a smile.
"well come on now Angel she will be dating soon!" Buffy stated and saw angel's eyes buldge.
"Buffy she is five."
"I was five when I waned to date you" She smiled once more as Angel leaned in to give her a passionate kiss when a noise came from the back of the room.
"Yeeeeeeuk!!!!!" Rachel made a face of disgust.
"Willow's sure she can baby-sit tonight!?" Angel looked with pleading eyes.
"She will be here round' eight!"
"Thank-god!" Angel sighed," Well I have to go prepare, be ready for eight!"
" Sure thing! Now, Sweetie what should mommy wear?" Rachel's eyes light up, dressing mommy was always fun.
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Buffy approached the stairs of their two-story home, blond curls cascading down her shoulders with a slender red dress sticking to her body like a second skin. At the mere age of 21 Buffy was her own woman. Angel's breath was taken away. She was beautiful on their wedding night, but she was simply hott tonight. He couldn't wait to get that dress off of her, but he knew he would have to be somewhat persuasive. They were going to the BRONZE a place they hadn't been since Rachel was born. Angel and Buffy were meeting up with his younger brother Spike who was also 21. Angel hadn't seen him in years and thought it was a good opportunity to show off his dazziling wife. Not to mention his munchkin', Rachel. He might have wanted this night to be just him and Buffy but his wallet was bulging with baby pictures.
"Wow." He said simply.
"Thank your daughter, she picked it out. She said red was daddy's favorite colour." Buffy laughed.
"Shall we?"
"We Shall"
"Goodnight sweetheart," Angel whispered into the 2ft. 3 child's ear, he curly brown hair covering her emerald green eyes.
" goodnite father, mommy. Willow and I are very busy, she is going to float candles and I am going to watch." Rachel ran off not seeming the least bit attached to her parents as they were to her.
"They grow up so fast!" Willow smiled.
"Yeah soon she will be wanting to highlight her hair" Buffy murmured.
"Or get a boyfriend!" angel said coldly and Buffy just laughed in his ear, "tonight will be ours." She whispered. Was she coming on to him? He liked it that was for sure.
When the two reached the Bronze, arm in arm, every man and women were jealous. They were young, married and dare I say it damn hott. Buffy held her head his in pride while Angel possessively p his hand around her waist and shot cold stares at all the man scanning over Buffy's body. Angel spotted Spike and dashed over.
"Spike!" Buffy blurted out after seeing the now very muscular, blond haired man. "Is that really you, you look so different! You look good." She blushed and gave him a friendly hug.
"Buffy Summers." He whispered her name like it was sacred. Buffy was now a bit uncomfortable, Spike had had the biggest crush on her for years. "You look, well you look ." She was very sexy in that little dress but then he came to Angel's hand. Ah yes, he older brother, Buffy's fascination, even as children he was her favorite. He couldn't seem to think why, Angel wasn't as poetic as he. "Nice." He finally decided on instead of his initial thought. "And Angel mate, nice to see you once again, haven't heard of you since you left the Hyperion when you were eighteen."
"It was an emergency really, I am sorry to have left the family like that." He gave a small shy but spike had noticed that he was fiddling with some ring. Was he trying to make it that obvious that he and Buffy were married? He decided to play along, " Oh Angel are you married?" he stated daftly.
Angel's face light up, "Why, yes Buffy and I were married but a year ago."
"Congratulations!" Spike put on a fake smile, " Got any rugrats yet."
"Just one, her name is Rachel" Buffy handed him a picture.
Spike scanned the face, so much like Buffy but the dark hair was definitely Angel's and the emotion of the eyes belonged to him as well. She was a beautiful child. "She is beautiful really."
"Thanks" Angel beamed with pride.
Finally a song started to play and Spike had the chance to escape and find a dance partner before he gagged on how prefect their lives were. If only he knew their constant struggle to keep their marriage going or what they had had to overcome over the years. If only he had known about buffy's cancer and Angel's shock of finding out that Buffy was the slayer let alone pregnant. If only he knew.
Buffy and Angel quickly picked up on the song and smiled when they heard the lyrics. It was their relationship in a nutshell really.
Why Can't I? Lyrics- Liz phair.
Get a load of me, get a load of you
Walkin' down the street, and I hardly know you
It's just like we were meant to be
Holding hands with you, and we're out at night
Got a girlfriend, you say it isn't right
And I've got someone waiting too
This is, this is just the beginning
We're already wet, and we're gonna go swimming
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you
Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you
It's inevitable, it's a fact that we're gonna get down to it
So tell me
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you
Isn't this the best part of breakin' up
Finding someone else you can't get enough of
Someone who wants to be with you too
It's an itch we know we are gonna scratch
Gonna take a while for this egg to hatch
But wouldn't it be beautiful
Here we are, we're at the beginning
We haven't fucked yet, but heads spinning
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you
Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you
It's inevitable, it's a fact that we're gonna get down to it
So tell me
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you
I'd love for you to make me wonder
Where it's goin'
I'd love for you to pull me under
Somethin's growin'
for this that we can control
Baby I am dyin'
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you
Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you
Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you
It's inevitable, it's a fact that we're gonna get down to it
So tell me
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you
The song stopped. Buffy's neck was inserted in the nook of Angels. They were clinging to each other as if the song had deeply touched them. Angel was constantly stroking Buffy's smooth arm whispering sweet nothings into her ear. They were the image of what every one in that room desired. Spike left quickly after the song. It was as though it was a mad dash to the door. If he saw them together any longer he might just loose it as would the rest. It was so simple for them, this "Love" thing. Everything just seemed to fall into place for them. The child, the love, the physical yearning it was perfect. If only they knew.