Disclaimer: Not mine. Don’t sue.
Rating: PG, maybe PG-13.
Spoilers: Just vague spoilers here and there.
Pairing: B/A, W/O, X/A, C/D
Distribution: Want. Take. Have. Just tell me where it’s going.
Summary: Set around five years after IWRY, major fluff warning. *g* Angel has a few Mother’s Day surprises for Buffy.
Feedback: Yes please. My first drabble at pure fluff.
Author's Notes: Hope all the mother's had a great day! *Slightly* inspired by my day... and I do stress the slightly part. *g*

The windows open, all the scents filling the room, creating a fragrance uniquely spring: fresh cut grass, morning dew, clean air, and a floral mixture.

There was not a cloud in sight; the sun streaming through the windows illuminating the bedroom with light, animating pictures that hung throughout the room. Every picture filled with smiling faces and twinkling eyes.

Buffy traced a ginger finger over the photo closest to her, smiling at the memories. The picture had been taken right before Buffy’s seventeenth birthday; her, Angel, Willow, Xander, and even Cordelia all huddled together. The picture had taken nearly twenty minutes to take, mostly because of Cordelia; but it was nice to have now that everyone had spread out across the states.

It had been a couple months after Angel had become human, the two decided to move clear across the country. Both deciding that it would be their fresh start, their second chance at being a couple and they couldn’t do it in Sunnydale or L.A. It was too close to demons and darkness.

So, Angel had found a beautiful manor in a small town of Maryland, close to Annapolis, after taking one trip to the house, the couple fell in love. The house had been built a long time ago, but had just recently gone through millions of dollars of restoration. It was gorgeous. The perfect new start.

The next picture was Xander and Anya’s wedding. It was of the bride and her bride’s maid. The dresses, tacky, green, and had ruffles. It didn’t matter though. Buffy had never seen Anya any happier than she had on that day; even Xander worked through his nerves half way down the aisle.

Than there were pictures of Willow and Oz, and Cordelia and Doyle’s wedding. Cordelia’s wedding with a pink theme; she’d even managed to sucker Doyle into wearing a pink vest and tie. Angel had made a comment that day on what a man would do for the woman he loved.

Her favorite picture had to be her and Angel’s beach front wedding. Simple, and small, only holding immediate family and friends. It was perfect the two saying their vows with the setting sun. All the pictures that day came out gorgeous, Buffy and Angel kissing on the pier; the girls with their dresses hiked up, bare feet in the white sand. And Angel, shirtless, his tie loose around his neck, his weight braced on his arms as he smiled suggestively at the camera.

It had been taken less than a two months after he’d become human. They’d planned on waiting; taking things slow, but after a week, decided against everything and threw together a wedding. Time was short, especially if you were the slayer; Buffy wanted to make sure every second she had left was spent being his wife. She’d learned that day fairy tales do come true, and that life does have happy ending.

Coming to the edge of the king sized bed, Buffy dropped the laundry basket full of whites on the bed. Looking over at the clock that rest on the armoire Buffy craned her neck, trying to peer out the door, wondering why at almost eight, the house was dead silent.

In fact, now that she thought about it, she’d woken up to an empty bed, an issue that not too long ago gave Buffy nightmares.

“Happy Mommy’s Day!” Buffy heard her son shriek, a blonde bundle of energy dashing through the master bedroom, jumping onto the bed, landing into the pile of once folded clothes.

Giving a toothy grin, Noah sat up kissing his mother on the cheek. “Hurry Dad.” He demanded impatiently, his father lagging behind.

Buffy beamed. She wasn’t sure if it were the presents, the extra attention, the appreciation. But Buffy really loved Mother’s Day.

Reaching Buffy, Angel switched their newborn into his other arms so he could kiss Buffy loving on the lips. “Happy Modher’s Day.”

“Thank you,” She stated to both Noah who was rocking back and forth excitedly on the bed, and Angel.

Grabbing his mother’s hand, he jumped off the bed. “C’mon Mommy, pwesent.”

Buffy’s eyes sparkled at the word present. She didn’t care how old you were, present were always fun to receive.

Buffy followed as her son dragged her through the house and finally into the garage.

Buffy’s mouth dropped. She looked to the shiny red car over to Angel and then rested her gaze back on the apple red Corvette that sat where her Camry used to rest.

“I got it myself.” Noah beamed, looking expectedly at his mother.

“Lesley helped.” Angel added, bouncing the sleeping girl in his arms.

“Thank you.” Buffy said once again, picking her four year old up, balancing him on her hip. Smiling, she kissed him on the cheek and gave him a hug.

“Cooties.” He yelled, trying to squirm out of her grasp, wiping off her kiss from his check, making a face.

“Cooties, Mommy doesn’t have cooties.” Buffy joked, holding on tighter to the boy, placing feather kisses all over his face.

“Hewp Dad, hewp!”

Angel laughed, watching mother and son interact.

Everyday he thanked whatever gods and powers that be gave him his new life, his second chance. Everyday Angel made sure that he honored his new life; that he continued to make his amends, not stopping just because he was now mortal. Everyday he made sure that Buffy, Noah, and Lesley new how much he loved them.

He’d been blessed. Cursed a demon to walk in darkness, she’d shown him the light; and it spread over the years. He’d received a sliver when she’d knocked him on his ass in the alley, the sliver widening, becoming greater on her seventeenth birthday when she gave him her innocence. And his dark life constantly grew brighter from their wedding day to the birth of their two children, to every day in between and from then.

Falling asleep in her arms every night the best feeling Angel ever had been given. Watching her interact with their kids in the sunlight a present unlike any other.

“Led’s ride Mommy.”

Buffy gave a questioning glance over to her husband.

“It’s your car.” He stated simply, reaching into his pocket to toss her the keys.

“I just need to get- oh, never mind.” Buffy started to say only to stop when she saw Angel had already placed the car seats into the car. “Well then, what do you say we get some lunch?”

After strapping Noah and Lesley into their car seats, Angel pinned Buffy to the car, kissing her with every ounce of love he held for her, pulling back seconds later only to leave her breathless. “You have one more present later.”

Buffy smiled seductively at her husband, having a good feeling as to what said present was.

= = = =

A little over three hours later coming home from lunch and the park, a now fussing Lesley, a worn out Noah, a horny Buffy, and a slightly anxious Angel came peeling into the driveway, the convertible top down, wind whipping around in the car. The tired screeching as the car halted suddenly.

Angel shook his head. “Maybe a Mustang would have been better.” He stated, only half serious.

“Again! Again!” Noah said with the last of his energy, trying to swallow the yawn escaping through his lips.

Seeing the parked cars along the side of their house, Buffy looked over at her husband question and curiosity filling her eyes again. They weren’t having company. They couldn’t, Noah’s toys littered the house. Dishes piled in the sink. The house not having been cleaned in a good month, life hectic for the small family.

Before Buffy could question Angel, people began filing out of their house, gathering around the car.

Willow, Oz, Xander, Anya, Joyce, Dawn, Giles, Cordelia, and Doyle all gathered around the family.

Buffy was speechless. Thrilled beyond belief. She hadn’t seen everybody in at least two years. Schedules a terrible thing. Jumping out of her new car, Buffy ran to her friends, hugging everyone tears of happiness running down her cheeks.

She gave Willow a hug, seeing the redhead with now long hair standing in front of her, Buffy wondered how she survived without seeing her best friend on a daily basis.

Looking at the swell of her stomach, Buffy smiled patting it. “Did you decide on a name?”

“Tara if it’s a girl and Jordan if it’s a boy.” Willow answered, smiling at her husband, squeezing his hand.

“So Xand, any kids for you in the future?” Buffy teased.

“Very inefficient use of money and energy.” Anya answered for her husband. “Xander could buy me so many more things if we don’t have kids.”

The group of adults rolled their eyes at Anya’s comment.

“I’m still working on that one.” Xander added, hugging his teenage fantasy. He’d spent most of his high school years having wet dreams about the blonde. Owen, Scott, Angel, Parker, and even Riley, Xander had been insanely jealous over; not able to understand why she picked them, not him. Did he still find her attractive, yes. But it was different now. He’d come to terms with everything, and didn’t think of her as he had during high school and the first year of college.

“Good luck.” Cordelia stated snidely. She and Xander would never be friends. It was as simple as that. Would she get along with him yes if she had to. Would she be happy that’d he gone and married, not completely. He’d been her first true relationship; she even loved him in her high school, first crush type of way. When she saw him and Willow kissing; it was devastating and she’d never get over it.

“We had to bring Queen C along?” Xander groaned.

“You can’t have sex with him.” Anya ordered, tightening her grip on Xander’s arm, looking menacingly over at Cordelia.

Doyle and Angel shared a look. Maybe bringing the whole Scooby gang back wasn’t such a great idea, at least not all at once.

“Children please quit it.” Giles ordered raising his voice, sighing when no one listened. Fumbling with his glasses, he pulled a handkerchief out of his tweed blazer pocket, wiping the rims off before placing the glasses back on his nose.

“God, I’m sick of people not including me.” Dawn pouted, crossing her arms, “I’m not a kid anymore, I’m in college.” She continued to rant, upon hearing Doyle hush about the sex talk, cocking his head over to Dawn, and Buffy and Angel’s kids- all three happening to be in the same general vicinity.

“I even slayed with Buffy.” She pointed out, before remembering her mother was still here, eyes wide, she turned to her mother a guilty look on her face.

“What?” Joyce yelled, joining in the noise.

Xander, Cordelia, and Anya bickering. Giles trying to quiet everyone. Doyle trying to stop his wife from the age old argument. Dawn complaining about being grown up. Willow and Buffy crying over not seeing everyone. Angel and Oz looking at the group in silent wonderment. Noah in his car seat still beginning to fuss, wanting out to look at the people and Lesley wailing, tired, hungry, and wet.

“Enough.” Angel yelled, overtop the noise. Gaining everyone’s attention. Triumph, Angel smiled, “Let’s go inside.” Picking up Noah, Buffy picking up Lesley and cradling her in her arms, trying to soothe her child; the group of once misfits walked into the large house.

= = = =

“And my tuck, and fire caw, and then, and my, police caw, and, and…” Noah trailed off, taking a deep breath, exhausted from his busy day, but not wanting to sleep with all the new people, as he tried to name off all his toys he’d received for his forth birthday.

“He’s adorable Buffy.” Joyce said, leaning over closer to Buffy. As Noah sat on Joyce’s lap, gladly soaking up the attention.

Dawn feeding her niece on the other side of Joyce, Angel huddling over her, not able to quench the uneasiness. Not because he didn’t trust Dawn, it’s just, she was so fragile, and Dawn was still new to the feeding process. She didn’t know the ins and outs as Angel did.

“The house is quite nice.” Giles stated, looking around the large living room. Painted in peachy hues, the furniture in the room reflecting the walls. Pictures of their family rested on end tables and bookshelves. It gave the retired watcher a sense of ease knowing she was safe and happy here. That Angel was taking care of her.

“The car’s great, good job,” Cordelia commented, “Wish I had one.” She not so subtly hinted to her husband Doyle.

“It’s was Mother’s Day present.” Buffy beamed. “Well one of them.” She added, tucking her hair behind her ears to show off the half karat Tiffany earrings Angel had given her over lunch, as well as the matching tennis bracelet.

“I want that.” Anya pouted, nudging Xander sharply in the ribs.

“Gah,” He winced, rubbing his sore ribs, yesterday he did things in bed, he never wanted to mention or try again. Waking up this morning, his whole body sore.

The adults continued to talk, well into the evening, reminiscing on the old days, past battles, demon and non demon related. They talked about future plans, and happenings of the present. They talked into no one had anything left to say, and then they continued to talk about nothing. Just having fun, enjoying everyone’s presence.

Buffy yawned, suddenly realizing just how tired she actually was. Looking at the clock she noted that it was well past twelve. She couldn’t even remember the last time she’d stayed up this late, usually her and Angel were out cold about ten, a couple hours after Noah went to bed. She saw Noah still clad in his red overalls and white sneakers, sound asleep on the floor. Lesley in Joyce’s arms now, asleep as well.

Her yawn was contagious. Looking around the room, she saw Willow, Anya, and Doyle yawning almost simultaneously. Giles sitting in the lazy boy, nodding off every few seconds before jerking his head back up, mumbling something about being awake. Joyce had long past fallen asleep, if Buffy remembered correctly it had been about the same time as Noah had.

“We should probably be heading back to the hotel.” Willow stated her hands on her stomach, rubbing the swell.

“Stay please; we’ve got plenty of rooms. Besides it’s really late.” Buffy pleaded, not wanting to say goodbye just yet.

“I’m gonna get him upstairs.” Angel stated, signaling for Buffy to get off his lap so he could pick their son up from the floor.

It had taken no effort to convince everyone to stay, everyone too tired, not feeling like driving even if it were only a couple minutes down the road. Giddily, Buffy showed everyone to a guest room, leaving Joyce to doze on the coach, not wanting to wake her mother.

Less then ten minutes later, Angel had gotten Noah and Lesley changed into pajamas and tucked into bed. Buffy had showed each couple and Dawn to a guestroom, giving a quick tour of the house, to refresh everyone’s memory from the last time they’d been over.

“Thank you.” Buffy said for the umpteenth time that day. Kissing her husband loving on the lips. “For everything.”

The day had been perfect. She’d spent the first half with her family, driving around in her present, playing at the park, walking around downtown and eating; and then she got to spend the later half of the day with her old friends and family. Perfect.

Her life was perfect- and she knew how’d she’d gotten so lucky; and it was all because of the man clad only in a pair of boxers that lye in bed with her. Because of their love they survived every obstacle that had been thrown at them. Because of their love they had two beautiful children.

“I love you.”

“Always.” He responded with a yawn of his own.

Kissing her husband again, she dared to sneak her tongue inside his mouth, heating things up. Her hands daring to run along his upper torso, to his smooth sculpted chest.

Angel could feel his groin tighten and harden. Pulling her closer into his kiss as he ran his fingers through her silky blonde locks. Buffy smiled against his lips knowing what was to come; and the fact that’d have to be extra quiet tonight with their company.

She’d been blessed with luck; and it came in the form of her Angel.

//… As lucky as me, I got a four leaf clover, got an angel over my shoulder I wake up laughing', yeah life is but a dream I can't even believe I'm lucky as me, oh baby I can't lose I'm on a roll and I owe it all to you I thank my stars for your love so sweet everybody should be lucky as me …//

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