Buffy woke up disoriented. Her pillow was hard and, for some reason, her bed felt as lumpy as the couch. As her thinking cleared, she realized that she *was* on the couch and her "pillow" was actually Giles. She smiled to herself. This was perfect. Waking up in Giles' arms felt so right.

Since Giles had decided to move back, things had settled into a routine. Buffy could now walk reasonable well so her therapy at the hospital had been cut down to three days a week - Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. Giles didn't want Buffy pushing herself too hard so he trained her with her prosthetic on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays. Sundays were her day off. On the days she had therapy, Giles decided to train her to fight with her crutches. Giles and Xander had actually made her special crutches. When you pressed a button, the top would come off with a stake on the end.

Giles and Buffy had gone out one night to test them, bringing Spike along for back up. They had come upon three vampires early on. Buffy managed to stake one, but her momentum carried her to the ground. Giles and Spike made quick work of the other two and took Buffy home to clean up her cuts and bruises. Now she was working on keeping her balance while on crutches.

Buffy had been surprised when her father had started calling every weekend. He would talk with her and Dawn and he sent them a check every week to help with the bills. He had even invited them to go stay with him for a weekend. Dawn had gone, but at the time Nigel had refused to let Buffy go. Buffy was still angry with herself for letting Nigel treat her the way he had. She shook that thought off though. Giles was her Watcher again. Anyways, she was more worried about the conversation she had had with her dad yesterday.

{flashback}

"Hey, dad," Buffy said, trying to hold the phone with her shoulder while she finished painting her nails.

"Hey, honey, guess what?" Hank said sounding excited.

"What, dad?" Buffy asked, trying to screw the cap back onto the bottle of nail polish.

"I got a few days off of work so I thought I'd drive down on Friday and spend a long weekend with you and Dawnie," Hank announced, sounding pleased with himself.

Shocked, Buffy dropped the bottle of nail polish. "Shit!" she cried as she watched the metallic blue liquid spread across her bedspread. She dropped the phone, grabbed some tissues, and tried to stop it from spreading. She could hear her dad calling her, asking her if she was all right. Giving up on the bedspread she reached for the phone and said, "Sorry, dad, I just knocked something over. Are you really coming down for the weekend?"

"You bet," Hank replied. "Isn't it great?"

"That's great, dad," Buffy forced herself to answer cheerily. They talked for a few more minutes before hanging up. Buffy put her head in her hands and mumbled, "That's just great."

{present}

Buffy hadn't told her dad that Giles was living with her and Dawn yet. She wasn't even sure if her dad would know who Giles was. She had talked to her dad about Giles a lot before, but she wasn't sure if her dad would remember. Plus, how was she going to explain to her dad that not only was she dating a man his age, but she was living with him as well? At least they weren't sharing a room yet. Giles had been staying in Buffy's old room. Giles had seen what Buffy's leg looked like now, but she was still nervous about how he would react to it in bed. Giles hadn't pushed her on it and it made her love him that much more. She groaned. How was she ever going to explain this to her dad?

Giles stirred when he heard Buffy groan. "What?" he mumbled sleepily.

"Did I tell you that my dad's coming to visit?" Buffy said with false cheer in her voice.

"What?" Giles said again, instantly awake. He sat up so quickly that he almost pushed Buffy off the couch.

"Hey!" Buffy cried.

"Sorry, my dear," Giles replied and helped Buffy into a comfortable position against his side. "Now what did you say about your father?"

Buffy sighed and answered, "He's coming down on Friday to spend a long weekend with me and Dawn." It was Giles' turn to sigh. He could only imagine what Hank would think of him and none of it was good.

"Maybe I should stay with Xander and Anya while your dad is here," he said.

"But I don't want you to go," Buffy protested.

"I know," Giles said, "but it would probably be for the best. Let your father get used to me a little first."

Buffy sighed again. "I guess you're right," Buffy replied. "But are you sure you want to stay with Xander and Anya? She'll probably tell you about her orgasms every morning."

Giles shuddered and said, "Good point. I'll see if Willow and Tara have room for me."

Buffy laughed and snuggled closer to Giles. Content to just be there with him now. She would worry about her dad when he got there.