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Disclaimer: Plot and Logan belong to me. The rest belongs to Joss Whedon, WB, Fox, UPN...yadda yadda yadda you get the point!
Notes: This one is short and sweet. I've come down with a severe case of Writers Block Syndrome. I'm thinking every B/A episode and lots of good B/A fluff will cure it but until then...I guess my fics are gonna suck!

Logan screamed as the foolish looking clown head popped out of the box that Doyle held in his hands.

"Knock it off, Doyle!" Buffy said as she concentrated on putting together Logan's new bookshelf.

"Yea, Knot it off, Doyle!" Logan mimicked, waggling her finger at him and throwing the jack in the box across the room. "Dumb toy!" She then crawled over to where her mom sat on the floor.

"Hey sweetie," Buffy smiled, setting down the screwdriver and sliding away the half-assembled shelves. She scooped her daughter into her lap and kissed the top of her head. "Are you going to help me put your bookshelf together?"

Logan nodded enthusiastically. "I will help! I will help!"

Buffy chuckled and pulled the shelves closer to her, reaching around her daughter to finish assembling them, and occasionally asking Logan to hand her tools.

******

Angel smiled as he came into the apartment. Buffy lay on the couch with Logan sprawled across her chest. They were both sleeping and a fully assembled bookshelf sat in the middle of the room. He quietly moved the shelf into Logan's room and then returned to the living room. Next he gently lifted his daughter off of Buffy and carried her into her room. He tucked her into bed, turned out the light and then returned to the living room. Buffy still lay sleeping on the couch. Angel lifted her head and back then slid onto the couch behind her. That had woken her up.

"Angel?" She asked, sitting up.

"Yea, its me."

Buffy smiled and relaxed into his arms, closing her eyes.

"I thought we were watching movies tonight." He said before kissing her forehead.

"Were we?" she asked sleepily.

"Only if you want to."

"Mmmm.too tired." Buffy mumbled, cuddling into his side. "Need sleep."

Angel chuckled and kissed the top of her head. "How bout tomorrow night?"

Buffy nodded sleepily and closed her eyes.

******

"This little piggy went to market, this little piggy stayed home." Angel sang as he played with Logan's tiny feet.

"And this little piggy needs a bath." Buffy stated as she took Logan from Angel.

Logan giggled and oinked like a pig as her mom pulled her sundress off and then carried her to the tub.

Buffy adjusted the water and then began to fill the tub. She then placed her daughter into the luke warm water and grabbed the baby shampoo.

"And dis piggy say spwash spwash spwash!" Logan shouted as she smacked her hands in the water.

Buffy laughed along with her daughter while she bathed her. Once she finished she drained the tub and wrapped Logan in a fluffy white towel. "And now this little piggy needs to get her pajamas on."

******

Buffy sighed as she relaxed on the couch with a big bowl of popcorn in her lap. Angel returned to the room carrying two glasses of pop and a container of Cookie Dough fudge mint chip.

"Ready for the movie?" he asked.

Buffy nodded. "Let's just hope Logan doesn't wake up. I'm kinda hoping for a quiet night."

"You'll get a quiet night." Angel promised as he grabbed the remote and dropped down on the couch next to his girlfriend.

"Which movie is this?" Buffy asked glancing at the stack of rentals on the table next to her.

"The Patriot." Angel replied. "Cordelia recommended it."

"Should I be afraid?" Buffy smirked at her comment.

Angel smiled and then shushed his girlfriend with a mouthful of her favorite ice-cream.

"Just watch the movie."

"Fine." Buffy huffed then threw a handful of popcorn at him.

"Are we playing 'immature little highschooler' now?" Angel teased, throwing a kernal back at her.

Buffy laughed and cuddled up to his side. "Shut up and kiss me!" she ordered.

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