Chapter 2
Buffy scooped Dawn off Willow's lap and put her in the stroller. "Dawnie, we're going to go shoe shopping... do you want new shoes for your cute little feet?"
Dawn gave her mother a small smile, making a cute sound.
"I take that as a yes." Buffy kissed her finger and touched Dawn's shiny nose with it, who giggled in return.
Willow looked at Buffy and said thoughtfully, "I knew you would make a great mother."
"Thanks, Will. I admit, when Darien just up and left I didn't think I could do this; being a single mother. Everything is turning out all right, though. I really owe it all to you guys. You supported me when I needed help and gave me solace," Buffy said softly.
She thought back to when she was in love with a handsome man named Darien Shields. He had shiny black hair and sparkling dark brown eyes. You could look in his eyes and just sink into them. Sophomore year, she was new at Sunnydale High and he was the first person to say hello to her. He was a very smooth talker and not long after meeting him Buffy had her first kiss. They went out on a few nice dates. The relationship just seemed to be on fire.
Not too long before their senior year they became intimate, physically. The month before Darien was going to go away to college they had one last romantic dinner together and one last romantic night. He was going to UCLA and Buffy was going to stay at home to live with her mom while attending UC Sunnydale. A week later Buffy found out she was pregnant. She told Darien and he was being really supportive at first. He even said he'd marry her and take her to Los Angeles with him, but the night of the wedding he chickened out.
When Cordelia finished with styling Buffy's hair it seemed like it was done by a perfessional. It should considering that Cordelia was not only the fashion guru of Sunnydale, but she had been working at a salon for a little over a year. "You look beautiful."
Buffy's mother, Joyce entered the room. The graceful and sophisticated woman appeared relatively young for her agechalk it up to great skin and knowing just the right way to use foundation. She took her daughter's hands in her own. "You look absolutely breathtaking."
Willow 'awwwed' at her friend. "Darien is going to faint when he sees how beautiful you are."
The happy bride laughed, "As flattering as that may be, it might not be a good thing. You know, I actually need the groom to get married." she smirked. "You don't think it's too much?"
"The make up looks great and the hair is perfect." Cordelia assured the nervous bride.
"Good... That's good..." she took a deep breath. "Is Darien ready? Should I leave yet?"
Rupert Giles, her surrogate father opened the door and walked in, "Buffy, you look absolutely stunning. I must say, I feel so proud to walk you down the isle."
She smiled and hugged him. Then she pulled back and asked, more worried than before, "Is everything okay? Is something not okay? Oh, god! They didn't start the wedding theme without me did they!"
The panic started building up inside like a thermometer cracking when it gets too hot.
Giles put his hands on her arms, gently. "Shh...Calm down. Everything is all right. I just came to let you all know that the ceremony will begin in roughly five minutes. I just wanted to make sure you were ready."
"I am," Buffy stated, firmly. Then grinning with misty eyes, "I'm ready to get married."
"Wonderful." Giles smiled, "I should be getting back now." With that said, he left.
Moments after the door closed an envelope slid under the door from the other side. Joyce looked at the item with Buffy's name on it, curiously. "Who would be giving you a note, now?"
Buffy didn't say anything, not hearing a single word once she focused on the envelope. She went over and picked it up. Her name was written in a nice cursive handwriting. There was a sick feeling in her stomach. There was a nagging voice screaming inside her head telling her not to open it. But she did. She opened it very slowly, and set the envelope on the oak wood end table beside the door.
Unfolding the note she read softly to herself, "I'm sorry to do this, sweetie... but I can't go through this. I'm going to college. I can't take you with me. It's unrealistic... I have my whole life ahead of me... I'm not ready to settle down... Very sorry to hurt you like this. I just can't marry you. I really wish you the best."
As silent tears trickled down her cheeks the letter fell from her hands.
Joyce frowned and said, "Honey? What's it say?"
Buffy inched a little closer to her mother. "Darien... He- He um... He's not marrying me. He's..." She sobbed, "leaving me alone."
"Oh, my poor baby. Honey," Joyce said softly, right away pulling Buffy into her arms as she sobbed uncontrollably. "You are not alone."
Both, Willow and Cordelia's faces were wretched with sadness for their friend. "This is horrible." Willow whispered.
"Yeah." Cordy whispered, "I don't think she'll ever get over this."
"Cowardly bastard." The redhead whispered.
Giles opened the door, "The wedding will–" He looked at Joyce. The look on her face said it all.
As the three friends were walking out of the dress department Buffy looked over at Cordelia. Her eyes observed all the dresses that they passed. She had probably seen most of those dresses in fashion magazines that she most likely looked through a million times.
Some of the dresses were the same as those in the couple hundred of pictures she had shown Buffy. She smiled. No matter how many times Cordelia had seen them, the dresses seemed to never stop amazing her. Cordelia looked at them with passion. That is probably one of the things Buffy loved most about Cordy.
Her passion for fashion.
Passion is such a wonderful thing, if you can just find something to be passionate about. For Buffy, it was Dawn. The love for her daughter and to be a good mother. Cordelia looked at her friends, "One of these days I am going to open up my own clothing store with my own designs. Featuring mostly dresses of course. I love dresses." She smiled wildly.
Buffy said, "You should. I mean you've been designing clothes for a long time. Now, you just need to bring them to life."
Willow grinned and chirped, "Ooh...and we could help! And Buffy could be the one to try them on."
"Hey, I can sew too ya know." The blonde laughed.
"My own fashion store... I definitely can't do that alone. I suck at managing money."
"Well, you remember my cousin Anya? She loves money. She could help in that department. She has tons of free time."
Cordelia practically squealed, "Shoes!"
"Way to stay on topic, Cordy." Willow said with a short giggle.
"Huh? Oh right, fashion store. We can go back to that later, but right now we have something more important to do at the moment. I'm sure Dawnie agrees with me." Cordelia kneeled in front of Dawn. "What do you think?" Dawn lifted her tiny finger and pointed to the shoes, grinning. "That's what I thought. You are such a smart girl."
Buffy sighed, "Why do I have a feeling that when Dawn grows up you are going to turn her into Fashion Queen C the 2nd?"
She chuckled at the picture of a 12-year-old Dawn with Cordelia in the mall critiquing dresses.
Cordelia smirked, "Because I'm going to teach her to become one. Every girl should know what good fashion looks like."
Willow whispered to Buffy, "Maybe she should write a book."
Cordelia lead them to the dress shoes. "I can only do so many things at once," she gave them a sweet smile. "Now Buffy, you sit with Dawnie and you let Willow and me look around."
Buffy nodded in approval and gently held Dawn's hand. "Have fun," she smirked at her.
How could Cordelia not have fun? That girl practically lives for shoe shopping. Willow didn't really show it, but she knew that inside Willow loves it almost as much as Cordelia. Buffy smiled softly. She was so lucky to have friends like them. Friends who would do anything for her and help her out whenever she needed an extra hand. They were truly special. Willow, so sweet; caring and Cordelia who is caring, but also brutally honest when you need her to be. Dawn quietly chirped, "Mama..."
"Sweetie, I'll give you something to drink. You must be thirsty. I know I am." Buffy said, grinning at her. She pulled out a cute baby cup filled with milk, which had a face on it and a little opening to drink out of. "Here you go..." When Dawn's little fingers wrapped around the cup, Buffy let go.
Almost ten minutes later Cordelia and Willow each returned with a pair of shoes. Both were high heels and both black. Cordelia picked out a strappy open-toe shoe that had a glittery fabric and high heels, with a thin stem. It had one thin strap by the toes, a thicker strap going diagonally upward and another thinner strap diagonally going up the foot to wrap around the ankle. Willow had picked simple high heels that had a closed heel and all leather. "Whatcha got for me?" Buffy asked excitedly.
Willow opened her box on the chair beside Buffy and opened hers first. She pulled out the simple, yet elegant shoe. "Do you like it? I thought the classic high-heeled shoe would be perfect for the dress.
Buffy nodded approvingly, "They're very pretty and I like simple." She tried on the right shoe. "It does look nice. Cordy? What did you pick?"
Cordelia smiled, "I think the shoe Willow picked looks very elegant, but I thought with this dress the perfect accent would be a strappy shoe that shows as much of your foot as possible. Also perfect if you feel like being a little daring and play some footsy with him... ya know run your foot under his pant leg." She grinned, "It'll drive him crazy."
She opened the box and pulled out two shoes and put them beside Buffy's feet. "You like?"
Buffy grinned, "Yeah, that would be an excellent shoe for footsies..." She tried the pair on and walked around. "They're comfortable," she stated. Then she smiled. "Okay, I'll get these. If you think they're just right for the dress..."
"I know they are." Cordelia smiled.
"Great, I'll just pay for these and then we'll get out of here."
6:45 pm. There was about 15 minutes before Prince Charming arrived. Once Buffy finished getting dressed, she put her hair in a half pony tail which was held up by a fancy tortise pattered clip. Then just as she finished applying the rosy lipstick and barely noticeable blush, there was a knock at the door. She cheerfully walked down the stairs humming a sweet tune she always sang to Dawn to help her fall asleep.
Buffy pulled the door open and grinned, "Willow, I'm so glad you could make it. Thanks so much for doing this!"
Her friend smiled, "Aw, it's no trouble at all. I love spending time with Dawn. She's... like my niece. I get to spoil her with lots of little candies and presents."
Buffy chuckled, "Well, don't spoil her too much. I can't help, but wonder if you're the reason Xander's hooked on twinkies."
She pouted, "I had nothing to do with that... Xander Harris is ruled solely by his taste buds."
The two girls talked for a few minutes and played with Dawn's hair until they heard the door bell ring. Buffy practically screamed, "Oh, he's here! You are going to love him."
She walked to the door, opening it. "Hi Angel," she smiled sweetly at him.
Angel gave her a peck on the cheek. "Good evening, Buffy. You look beautiful. The dress is perfect." He thought, And I'm now breathless.
"Thank you. Please, come in." She lead him into the living room. Her hand gestured to Willow, "Angel, this is my best friend Willow. Willow, this is Angel." She squeezed Connor's hand briefly, "And this little sweetie is Connor, Angel's son."
Willow walked over to Angel and smiled, "Hi, nice to meet you. Buffy's told me so much about you."
He smiled softly, "Good things I hope?"
She nodded, "Oh, yes." She looked at Connor, "He is adorable, Angel. Hi Connor..." Connor just smiled. "I'd love to talk some more with you, but you two should probably be going now."
Angel nodded, "I have reservations for 7:30, so we probably should be heading there now."
The ride to the restaurant was pleasantly quiet, filled with occasional glances at each other. Whenever Buffy looked at Angel, she felt herself drowning into the chocolaty abyss that was his eyes. Staring at him gave her little a tingle in the heart, making her forget about the outside world. Something in that man's eyes told Buffy he felt exactly the same. She grinned, if things go well who knows maybe Dawn will have a little brother to grow up with and finally a father to look up to. Buffy blushed, god did she just think long term commitment with Angel? It's pretty soon to be thinking of that, but it felt great.
As they walked to the fancy building Angel held Buffy's hand, which made her smile. When they reached the door, he held it open. Stealing a quick glance at his handsome face, she instantly blushed as he gave her a handsome lopsided grin. At that moment, she realized just how fitting his name was. Angel O'Callaghan, a pure hearted soul with the face of an angel. His smile made her legs feel like licorice and sent tingles down her spine. She loved the feeling. Smiling gracefully, she softly replied, "Thank you, kind sir."
"You're quite welcome milady." He kissed her hand.
In a cute tiny voice she uttered, "Mmm..."
Once inside a hostess was quick to seat them at a secluded table just as Angel requested. The lady placed two menus on the table which was decorated with a red rose and two lit vanilla scented candles. "A waiter will be with you shortly." The hostess said and walked back to her station.
Angel pulled out a chair for his date. After she was seated, he sat in the chair across from her while instinctively taking her hand with his own. She smiled, taking pleasure in the warmth that she felt from his touch. It wasn't long before the waiter came to their table and interrupted the couples' locked, dreamy gaze.
"Good evening, my name is Walter and I'll be your waiter for the evening. Can I interest you and the lovely lady anything to drink? We have the finest wine & champaign," the sharp dressed man said with a perfectly charming smile plastered on his face.
"Yes, please... we'll have your finest wine." Angel looked at Buffy for approval. She gave a reassuring a nod and the okay to the waiter.
"Okay, well I'll be back with your wine shortly. Then if you're ready I'll take your order." With that said, Walter smiled and left in the direction of the kitchen.
Buffy's eyes widened when she opened the menu and saw the prices.
"Is something wrong?" Angel asked, afraid maybe she didn't like the selection.
"Oh, it's nothing," she said, shaking her head. "It is just... heh, there's so much to choose from. I might need some help deciding."
"Have no fear. Angel is at your service. I help the helpless, no matter how small the cause," he said in a smooth, deep voice.
She chuckled, "Thanks, I'll give you a call." She down at the menu and read out loud, "'Chi mangia bene, mangia Italiano!'"
"Do you know any Italian?" Angel asked.
She shook her head shyly, "Nope. I barely passed French class."
He smiled. "It means, 'who eats well, it eats Italian!'"
"Oh," she smiled. "That's really nice and definitely the way to go."
Several minutes later Walter returned with a wine bottle that was sitting in a an ice bucket along with two wine glasses. Carefully moving the rose and candles to the side, he placed the bucket right in the center of the table. He sighed, letting out the air he'd been holding in. One task complete and not one broken bottle. Not bad for his second day on the job. "So, may I take your order or do you need a few more minutes?" He said, taking out a pad and pencil.
Angel had already made up his mind on what he wanted, but he had a feeling Buffy wasn't quite finished thinking. She seemed to be really deep in thought, studying the descriptions. "Maybe just a few" he started.
She waved her hand and cut him off, "Uh, no! It's fine, I'm ready." A beat. "Angel, I'm having trouble deciding between the Penne with Artichokes & Shrimp and the Spaghettini al la Borraccina. Which one do you like best?"
"The Penne with Artichokes sounds pretty good to me."
"Hmm, I don't really like shrimp though." She looked at the waiter. "Is it possible to leave those out or put them on the side?"
Walter nodded, "Yes, we can do both."
Buffy smiled, satisfied. "Great, then I'll have the Penne with Artichokes please, no shrimp."
He made a few notes. He turned to his right. "Okay and for you sir?"
"I'll have the Penne al la Vodka, please." Angel said. "Also, can we have a side dish of the Baked Fennel?"
"Yes, sir. Anything else?"
"No, that'll be all. Thank you," he smiled and handed the waiter the menus. The gentleman took them and went back to the kitchen. "Fennel is said to..."
"Enhance romances." Buffy let out a small, bashful smile. "I-I read a lot of cooking magazines. Though, I don't know why... I'm not much of a cook. I can bake though." she said, proudly.
Angel grinned, "That's good to know. I happen to be a pretty good cook. Maybe one day I can make you dinner and you can bake me cookies."
"Yeah. That'd be nice," she replied, softly. Then she thought, Nice and romantic! insert loud squeal
Angel reached for the wine glasses and then grabbed the wine bottle. He began to pour it in the glass, "Say when..."
"That's good. Thanks," she said. He placed the glass in front of her and she took a sip, licking her lips afterwards. "Mmm, tastes great."
"While we're waiting for the food, maybe this would be a good time to get to know each other better," he said and Buffy nodded in agreement. "So tell me, why is a beautiful woman like yourself single? I don't get how someone could leave you and an adorable daughter." Angel paused and mumbled very low, "I'd jump at the chance to marry you." He said, frowning. I'd jump at the chance to marry? Where'd that come from? You don't want to scare her off.
"He was - Let's just say he had issues. He couldn't handle the idea of becoming a daddy." She glanced at her lap for a moment, as if debating whether or not to tell Angel more. After all this was just the first date. And, did he say marry? Her heart began to beat faster, loving the idea. She continued, "Um, he put up a nice act. We had been dating for a while. I got pregnant with Dawn soon after my high school graduation. When I told Daren, he told me he wanted to be there for me; wanted to marry me. Well on our wedding day, at the last minute he decided to show his true, cowardly face. He went off to college and I haven't heard from him since."
"I'm sorry." Angel answered, sincerely.
Firmly, with confidence Buffy muttered, "Don't be. I'm not anymore. I got over being sorry for myself and Dawn a long time ago. The only regret I have is that she won't have a father." Inside she couldn't help thinking, Maybe that'll change soon. She wore a hopeful smile and there was a new peaceful glow in her cheeks
"What?" he asked, "Is there something on my face?"
"Nope," she shook her head. "I was just thinking happy thoughts."
"That's good because I like to see a happy Buffy."
"Me too. I love being the happy Buffy. Like right now, is the happiest I've ever been since I had Dawn," she said, honestly and wholeheartedly.
He smiled. "I'm flattered... Well, you would probably like to know what the story is with Connor."
"Angel, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to."
"No, it's okay. I want to," he said. "During my final year of college, Connor was born, so I married his mother... Drusilla. She was a sweet, innocent girl with a big weight on her shoulders and mentally unstable. I didn't find that out until after Connor was born. Before Connor she'd freak out about little things, but it seemed normal. It turns out that she was mentally ill for most of her life. The doctor said having a baby so young must have triggered the mental breakdown. So, she's in a mental institution right now. It's a shame because I really think she would have made a great mother. Right now she isn't allowed to see Connor, but I'm hoping that maybe one day she'll get better, so she can get to know him."
"That's pretty selfless of you. For both of them, I hope she gets better."
After they finished the main course and moved on to the dessert, Angel was staring at Buffy with a look of wonderment. She was about to take a bite of her double chocolate fudge cake when she realized he was watching her. She wondered how long he was looking at her. "What is it?" She asked grinning.
"Nothing... I'm just a little surprised you ate so much. All of it. That was a pretty big dish."
Buffy smirked, "Don't let my size fool you."
TBC...
I have an idea of what I want to do for the next chapter, it isn't that easy for me to write anymore. It's hard getting the muse running. Plus, college now... I'll try to get a new part out asap.
