Series: Weekend Series
Rating: PG
Summary: It's been several years since the invasion. The twins are seven years old, but appear to be fourteen. Buffy and Angel are stronger than ever. Can you say... "Uhh, can you see me?" ?
Spoilers: I don't think so, but then, I don't think, come to think of it...hehehe
Disclaimer: Do I look like Joss Whedon to you????
Notes: If you wanna read the ones before it, go here:http://www/geocities.com/angelsbitca_69/LadyAngelfic_TWS.html
Notes 2: This is the eighteenth story in my 'Weekend Series'. Follows 'Invasion Weekend'...

At the mansion, Friday, 8:47 pm

And so it began...

Many things had changed in the past six and a half years. Their little family had gotten very close. Joyce and Spike had moved into the mansion. Joyce, to be closer to her grandchildren, and Spike, to be closer to Janice.

Two years ago, Janice and Spike finally admitted their love for one another, and moved in together...well...Spike moved in with Janice. But last year, Janice had received a back injury while fighting a demon. Spike had really come through for her then. He took over the slaying while she had been in a wheelchair, and he had carried her around the mansion. She really didn't like her new wheels...

Cordelia and Doyle had finally gotten married, a month before their son, Brian, was born. In the six years since, they had had another son, Kyle, and a daughter, Rhianna. They were happy.

Buffy and Angel's own children were nearing their time. In three more years, they would reach their physical maturity. But it was Buffy and Angel's time. They were able to almost speak clearly, and they were both able to materialize for half an hour before being drained of energy. They needed an hour to recover, though.

Sometimes, when some great evil will come to town, Buffy and Angel would patrol with Spike, materializing long enough to join the fight.

It was happening all at once...

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Saturday, 6:42 pm

It was that time of the month again...

No!! Not THAT time of the month! Get your minds out of the gutter, people!!

It was the time of the month when the whole gang got together at the Mansion. Doyle, Cordy, and their three children would come down for the weekend, and Whistler would join them.

For years, they had been doing this. One weekend a month, when the whole group put an asterisk on their calendar saying, "Taken". They would all have a barbecue or a midnight picnic and share news.

It was their way of staying close. This time, it was a barbecue. It was just after sunset, when Spike and Joyce brought the uncooked food out. Spike had learnt from Joyce the art of cooking...well, enough to keep Janice happy.

There was plenty of steak and salads for everyone, but as usual, Spike skipped out. He set everything out on the table, though. But just as he turned around to go back to the kitchen, he ran into something.

Buffy...

Hang on a second!

He ran into Buffy??? You can't run into Buffy, she's a ghost!

"Oomph! Spike! What the Hell are you...?" she clapped her hand over her mouth when she realized what had happened.

*Buffy?*

*Angel? Try speaking normally...*

"Buffy, what happened? I think I just answered my own question...is it time?"

They turned to Whistler. He shrugged. "Probably," he said grinning stupidly.

Buffy walked up to Angel and wrapped her arms around him. He felt solid. It wasn't like before, when it was their souls that held onto each other. It was physical again...

"Oh, God!" she choked.

"I'll second that!" Angel said as he captured her lips in a kiss, lifting her up and carrying her upstairs.

Whistler and Doyle couldn't contain their laughter. Joyce, Janice and Cordelia were happy for them. Liam and Erin just rolled their eyes. They were still young...

The group heard Buffy squeal and Angel laugh. Spike groaned comically, "Bloody Hell! It was bad enough before, but now we have to hear them, too???"

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