Authors note: For some reason, reading this over, the mood feels depressing to me. I just can't make it as upbeat as I want it to be. Fleh. Oh well, I guess I was feeling down when I wrote it. The internets shut off, and its about 1:28, so… deal with it? If it doesn't seem as happy as it should be, just pretend its all happy...

Weeks flew by so quickly as the couple simply basked in happiness. There were so many 'Kodak moments', not caught by film, but by their memories. Those times were so wonderful; they'd stay with the two of them until the end of their days. The hours they spent on the beach in the sunlight, the nights they spent in bed, or out walking hand in hand on the pier, or the time they went sailing and watched the stars in the sky while drifting serenely in their little boat. Buffy still looked skinny, although her stomach had rounded out a bit. It had only been about three weeks. She often bitched about 'morning sickness' and how it lasted all day long. Angel hardly ever left her side. When she was sick, he'd hold her hair back for her, pat her back, do anything he could to help her feel better. He'd find some way to meet her every request. He cooked dinner every night for her. He got up at four in the morning to get her ice cream, or a cookie, he even bent the 'no eating in bed' rule. Every night they'd fall asleep in each others arms, exhausted for their own reasons. Every morning they'd wake up and face the day, doing whatever it was they felt like doing. They lived in a perfect world, where nothing could go wrong. The sun shone brightly for them, and the moon and stars were even more elegant now that everything was coming together. Soon crept up so quickly on Angel. I'll be home soon, he'd told her only a few hours before. He just needed to be alone with himself for a little while. It wasn't that he didn't love every second that he spent with her, because he did, he normally never wanted to leave her side. But he needed to think. He needed to talk everything over with himself.

The moon sent rays of lights in some areas, but cast shadows in others. Angel's solitary steps tainted the calm night air, and broke the silence like shattering glass. The stars spotted the night sky, speckling the blue, perfectly complimenting it. He could relate to the sky in that way, Buffy was the stars, and she complimented him perfectly. She was the thing that added beauty to his bland sky. Without her the world was harsh and cold. But now that he had her, the warmth was amazing. He was nervous. He'd never had it so good. He was afraid of losing it all. He was afraid something would go wrong. But what could go wrong? His fingers fiddled with the velvet box in his pocket. Tomorrow was the day. Tomorrow was the soon he'd been waiting for. It was time. He was sure of it.

His fingers treaded over the cool copper of the doorknob, almost stinging the pale flesh of his hands. He didn't even get to turn it before the door flung open, and he saw the stars, he saw his star, his sun, his world, his universe, smiling up at him. He knew what she was thinking. He was thinking it too. They could read it in each others eyes. Even just two hours was too long to spend apart. He silently apologized for his absence while he entered, and she shut the door behind him. "Are you hungry?" His voice sounded different now, it was happier, more upbeat, but still soft spoken, kind, even warmer now. She gave a nod to his words, her eyes on their hands, as his fingers gently intertwined with hers. He lifted both their hands to his mouth, and tenderly kissed hers, before leading her to the kitchen. He helped her up onto the counter, and let go of her hand. His palms rested on the cool granite counter on either side of her legs, staring her right in the eye, smiling. "What do you want me to make you?" Came his second question. He could see her start to think it over. It was one of the many things he loved about her, the way her features changed when she was thinking.

"Ramen." Buffy finally answered. Angel nodded, a half smile playing at his lips. He kissed her quickly, before standing up straight, his palms leaving the counter. She watched him as he began to make her the meal. "Oh, and Angel," Buffy began, Angel finished setting the timer before he turned to Buffy, who continued once he was looking at her. Her expression was a slightly puzzled one. "Willow called. She said to tell you that, uhm, everything was set, or something."

"Great." Angel held in a sigh of relief. "That's great."

"What did she mean?"

"Interweb stuff…" Angel lied. He was a pretty good liar now.

"Internet." Buffy corrected.

"Same thing." Angel half pouted at her, before smiling again. Smiling, he loved smiling. He just couldn't stop doing it. Buffy was smiling too. Something about smiling, it was just so infectious. It spread like the plague, except the happy plague, instead of the ewdeathohmygawd plague…( Yeah…) The timer beeped, and Angel jumped slightly, snapping out of whatever day dreaming daze he'd fallen into. He fixed her ramen in a nice olive green bowl, and set it at the table with a fork. He helped her off the counter. The two of them sat side by side. Buffy's free hand was gently clinging to Angels. No words were exchanged, they weren't even looking at each other, and they were looking down at the oak table. They'd transcended the stage of stealing looks, and they no longer needed to speak to hear each other. It didn't take long for Buffy to finish her food. Soon after she'd finished the two of them had moved to the television room. Angel had taken off his jacket, and Buffy had changed into her pajamas, figuring she'd fall asleep pretty soon, she normally did. They sat on the off white couch, well Angel sat, Buffy lay over him, her head on the arm of the couch, part of her abdomen and her butt over Angel's lap, her legs spread over the couch cushions, a blanket over her. Angel watched her, as she watched television. A rebellious strand of blonde hair fell in Buffy's face. It didn't take long for Angel's gentle fingers to put it back behind her ear. After that he let his thumb gently caress her smooth cheek, while his other hand lay idly over her stomach. "I love you," He murmured. Her green eyes drifted from the television and caught his thoughtful brown ones. They shared a classic after-school special look, smiling at each other, silent a moment before her reply came,

"I love you too." They both let out content sighs before she turned back to the television. His mind went over what he was going to do tomorrow as he watched her drift off to sleep. He soon followed her, falling asleep sitting up, her body still lying over his.