Disclaimer: nope, not mine. sigh!
Rating: PG-13
Category: Angst, Romance
Pairing: B/A (duuuh)
Spoilers: the whole B/A-cannon; and certainly the first six stories in the series which you should really read to understand this. They are called, "Without You", "One in a Million", "You are the One", "On Silent Wings", "Daring To Dream",  "Right Beside You","Dancing at Midnight", "After the Night" and "Written in the Stars". You can find all of them at my site: http://www.never-ending-love.de (go to the series-section)
Summary: final fluff
Timeline: five years after "Written in the Stars"
Feedback: yes, please! I need it.
Dedication: This goes to Angie, my wonderful Beta (who hasn't beta-ed this).

This is un-beata-ed ... for this, all the faults are mine!

Buffy's POV

I yawn and look at the kitchen window where the morning sun is shining through. It's a wonderful day, but I can hardly keep my eyes open. It's all Angel's fault of course. I didn't get enough sleep. What happened to that bit about men having limited stamina, I wonder?

Well, obviously none of them ever tested Angel. With a sigh I turn around and involuntarily my eyes rest on our bedroom door. He has been a vampire after all, I remember and then giggle. It's been a little bit more than five years that he came back into my life without any knowledge about his past. And yet he found his way to me.

Obviously we're destined for each other after all.

He'd been late last night, coming back from a business trip and found me in one of his shirts sitting in the kitchen over some cold tea looking into space. A little, happy sigh escapes my mouth when I think back, I never knew you could do *that* on a kitchen chair.

Not that I'm complaining.

I have to smile to myself. With Angel making love is always something mind-blowing sensual and I wonder how I could've ever been content with anything less. The names of the men I've been with are like flashes in my head, short memories, that are nothing more than they are ... memories.

Angel. His name is synonymous with my past, my present and my future.

While I fill coffee into the machine my life flashed before my inner eye. The first time we saw each other, when I discovered about him being a vampire, he telling me there was no way we could be together. The first time we made love.

I shake my head to clear the fog in my mind and concentrate on counting the amount of coffee, unconsciously blocking out those parts of my past that followed that wonderful night in Angel's apartment. And the heart-wrenching months after I had to sent him to hell.

When he returned I was so happy, and never before in my life I was so confused.

I shriek when suddenly arms slip around my waist and then giggle when I feel his breath tickle my neck. "Morning," I hear him whisper into my ear and sighing I lean back in his hard chest, enjoying the steady beat of his heart against my skin. The fact that he is alive, really alive, will certainly never cease to amaze me.

"Good morning," I whisper back and after pressing the 'start'-button turn around in his arms. "I tried not to wake you. Thought you might be tired," I say with a wicked grin on my face.

In response he raises a brow, then grins as well, "You think so?," he asks and tightens his arms around me, his thumbs drawing patterns over my back, sending shivers down my spine, making me moan out loud. Then he lowers his head and kisses me, deeply, lovingly, passionately.

"You think breakfast could wait," he asks between kisses and I can't do anything but nod before I feel his fingers working on the first button on my - his - shirt.

"Oh yuck!"

We almost jump out of our skins, but don't let go of each other, although Angel puts his hands on my back again. Years ago, we used to jump away from each other, blushing, embarrassed, but we've gotten over it.

"Aileen," Angel says on a sigh without turning towards the door. "What are you doing out of bed at that time of the day?"

"I was hungry," she tells him, a huge grin on her face.

"Not twue," another face appears in the kitchen door. Seamus, our four year old son. "See mommy and daddy kissing."

I have to hide my face in Angel's chest as laughter threatens to bubble up uncontrollably and I can feel his shoulders shaking as well. But somehow he manages to keep a straight face - must be 250 years of practice - when he turns his head towards the children. "Where is Andrew? He was supposed to watch you this morning."

"Went swimming," Aileen replies with innocent eyes and adds, "with Carla." Then she giggles.

Carla is the daughter of a couple living near by at the beach. She's only a year younger than our oldest son and Angel and I are guessing it's the first time he's falling in love. Andrew is still a bit slow, but not when it comes to girl. There he's anything but.

"I see," I manage to say, slightly pulling back from my husband. Did I mention we're married? No? Well, we were married three months after he regained his memory. That night at Giles' house.

Did I say he regained his memory? Well, that wasn't exactly the way it was. He regained his memory. At least parts of it. The important parts. But there are still holes, still blanks. He still misses years when he was a demon and frankly, I'm happy for it and I can't help thinking the Powers had a little part in that. To spare him the most horrible moments.

Of course Giles and I have told him. Giles has even given him the watcher diaries  - at Angel's request. He was shocked, horrified, but although he read all the things his demon has done, it is different. The images are missing in his head. And that's what makes it more bearable.

"Hunger, mommy," Seamus' voice pulls me out of my thoughts and suddenly I realise that Angel's started to set the table. Aileen jumps up and down and cries that she want to eat a pear and I have to laugh. This is our home. Our crazy, wonderful home and I wouldn't trade it for anything.

"Where is your sister?," I ask our son.

He makes a face. He isn't too fond of his twin sister, Kathy, and insists in telling everyone he was the first born of the two. Winner by ten minutes. But that's very important for him. "Still asleep," he announces.

"Then go and get her," I tell him and when he still hesitates I raise my brows at him. With a sigh and a little shrug of his shoulders he races towards the bedroom.

I exchange a grin with Angel while opening the fridge.

"I'll go and get the baby," he says, breathing a kiss on my neck.

"Stop," Aileen demands from the doorway, shielding her eyes. "This is so yuck."

Angel kisses me on my skull, then walks to her and tousels her hair. "I'm going to remember you the day you fall in love for the first time," he says grinning.

She gives him a horrified glance, "I'm not going to fall in love," she announces frimly and crosses her arms in front of her chest. "And I will never, ever kiss a boy. Ewwwww."

That sounds awfully like Cordelia and I send a prayer to the PTB that my daughter won't end up like Queen C at Highschool. The former Mayqueen is one of our dearest friends now and her children play with ours, but I don't need a second edition of her teenage-version in my house.

"Mommy, mommy," Kathy comes racing into the kitchen, her stuffed bear tightly in her arm. "Seamus pulled my cover away."

"It's time for breakfast," I reply, not commenting her words. Only seconds later Seamus is back too, bouncing up and down. I sigh but smile at the same time. Hearing a noise I turn just in time to see Angel coming in, the baby in his arms. Brenda is only four months old and has all our attention at the moment. But she is very good and only wakes once a night. With an inward groan I remember the times when the twins were her age ... As cute as they are, but one pair of twins is enough in each family.

"I think she's hungry," Angel smiles at me and I take the baby from him. "Just sit down with her and I'll take care of the rest," he says and kisses Brenda's head, before I open my shirt for her breakfast.

In the meantime the other children scramble on their chairs and begin to chatter. Angel pours them milk and serves fruit, glancing out of the window from time to time. With a smile he finally sits down and winks, "I think we don't have to wait for Andrew."

I turn my head and have to smile at the picture in front of our house. There stands our oldest son, his arms tightly wrapped around Carla, their lips sealed in a kiss.

Angel's and my eyes meet. We know exactly how they feel.

With this the series ends. I hope you enjoyed it and you will send feedback for this last part.

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