The What If Factor
Chapter 9: The Affair.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: If I said I owned them, I lied.
Buffy's POV:
I knew it was wrong. Really, I did. But, as I layed there and watched him watch me, it felt okay. But only for a moment. My cell phone rang, so I wrapped the sheet around me, leaving Angel the comforter, and went searching for my jeans. When I finally answered it, the caller ID flashed a number that I did not recognize.
"Hello?" I asked and was surprised when it was Ben.
"Hey, I've been trying the house for ever. You told me you'd be back hours ago." He said, and I could hear the worry in his voice begin to subside.
"Yah, sorry. I got kinda wrapped up." Angel chuckled. I glared at him, warning him to be quiet. "Is there something you needed?" I asked him.
"No, just checking in. I hadn't heard from you in a few days."
"Yes well, you're bound to be busy when you have four kids to take care of." I told him, slightly irritated that he was almost expecting me to call him every day. Like I told him, I had been busy.
"Well, I just wanted to make sure things were okay." I sighed.
"I have to go." I told him.
"I love you," he told me. I just said 'goodbye' and hung up. I didn't want to say that I loved him in front of Angel. That, and I wasn't neccissarily sure if I believed it anymore.
A few hours later, we heard laughter coming from the lobey. We scrambled to find our cloths, then headed down stairs. Right before I turned the corner, he grabbed my arm, spun me around and kissed me, hard. "I love you."
"I love you," I whispered back. Then, we went down stairs.
"Mom, what are you still doing here?" Paige asked me.
"Oh, Daddy and me were just catching up." I told her.
I walked past Gunn to go to the counter and get my purse. As I did so, he whispered to me, "In the bedroom?" And gave me a wicked smirk. I didn't say anything.
Paige's POV:
I should have known that something was up when my divorced parents came down from the bed room. At thirteen, you start to become more aware of these things. I should have known something was up when Uncle Gunn gave Mom that smile. But, I didn't think anything of it.
Until I started to notice little things that my mother would do. She would go into her office every so often, when she got a phone call. Or she would run off during the day, leave the school. Or she'd be late to dinner.
She started having this look like I hadn't seen since my Dad had been alive the first time, when they were married.
A year later it became very apparent to me that my mother was having an affair.