Disclaimer: I don't own anything or anyone except Logan and the plot. Joss owns the rest of the characters and Mattel owns Barbie.
Rating: G
Spoilers: None I don't think
Author's Notes: This one's short! Very short and a little plotless! It just makes the next one make sense!
Feedback: Pretty Please with a cherry on top and sugar and sprinkles and chocolate syrup!

"Mommy?" Logan whispered climbing up on the bed with her sleeping mother. Buffy's eyes fluttered open. "Mommy bad dream. Bad man take Logan mommy." Tears streamed down the small child's face.

Buffy pulled Logan into her arms kissing her forehead. "Shhh baby girl it was just a dream." Buffy soothed, smoothing Logan's hair back. The small girl cuddled up against her mother's side. Buffy smiled pulling the blankets over them and kissing Logan's cheek. "Go night-night" she said closing her eyes.

"Mommy," Logan whispered a few minutes later. "Mommy sleep?"

Buffy groaned. Logan had been squirming around since she had crawled into bed with Buffy. Buffy was sure she had more bruises on her now than she had when she left the hospital. "Yes Logan! Mommy sleep. Now Logan sleep!"

"No." Logan said sitting up. "Logan play."

Buffy groaned again and threw the covers back on the bed. "C'mon Logie you're going upstairs with Cordy and daddy." She pulled a robe out of her bag and put it on tying it loosely around her waist. After changing Logan's diaper she lifted her up and headed for the elevator

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"I a tiger!" Logan said pretending to growl. Buffy had gone back to bed after handing Logan over to Angel without even bothering to dress the little girl. Logan was now running around the office in a Barbie nightgown and a diaper as she played with Doyle.

"Oh yeah!" Doyle said. "Well if you're a tiger, princess, than I'm a Lion."

"Not princess. Tiger! Grrr! Tiger!" Logan repeated crawling on her hands and knees. Angel laughed as he watched his little girl playing. "I eat a lion."

"I eat tigers." Doyle said advancing on Logan. She squealed happily and backed away.

"I not a tiger. I a puppy. Woof woof." She crawled over to Angel and stood on her knees with her tongue out panting like a dog. She began barking as Angel scooped her up. Giggling she licked his cheek with her small tongue. Angel laughed and wiped the baby slobber off. Logan quickly jumped down from her father's lap and ran over to Doyle who was still on his hands and knees. "Horsy go!" She squealed climbing onto Doyle's back and clinging to his shirt.

"Wait a second," he said, "puppies don't ride horsies."

"Not a puppy. I a princess." Logan squealed as Doyle began moving. He stopped in front of Cordelia's desk and Logan hopped off. Climbing up onto Cordelia's lap she stated, "I a princess, Tordy."

"You are?" Cordelia asked running a hand through the girls silky blonde hair. Logan nodded as she grinned. "Are you a Barbie princess?" Logan nodded again. Cordelia looked up to see Buffy standing in the doorway. "Well I think somebody has come to escort the Barbie princess to her royal bath." Logan looked at her confused but Cordy then pointed to the doorway. Logan followed with her eyes and then squealed.

"Mommy!" She cried happily. Buffy scooped her up as she ran over to her.

"Are you ready to get washed up?"

"Bath time!" Logan squealed. Buffy laughed as she made her way downstairs with Logan

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Buffy exited the bathroom fully dressed with her hair up in a ponytail to find Angel standing just outside the door with the phone. He handed it to her and headed for the stairs. Frowning slightly she stared at the phone that at Angel's retreating back. Putting up to her ear she said, "Hello?"

"Buffy! God where have you been? I've been calling your place for the last 3 days but there was no answer. Is everything okay?"

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