Disclaimer: Joss is God, Joss is King, Joss our Lord owns everything. But that doesn't excuse what he's doing to our most favourite couple!
Notes: I'm German, so there will be zillions of mistakes. Sorry for that :(
Summary: Buffy, Angel and Dawn are moving into their new home.
Timeline: One month after 'What's your name, honey' in my happily ever after series. Buffy's showing. But not that much.

"OFF THAT LADDER!" Angel and Dawn shouted in unison when they saw the pregnant Buffy standing on a ladder painting the wall.

Angel rushed to her side, lifted her up and sat her down on her feet.

"Honey, I'm not a baby! I'm able to stand on things without falling down from it! I'm the SLAYER!" Buffy protested.

"Sweetheart, you are pregnant! What's if you get those cramps again while you're upon that?. O-or what if you feel sick again, or have to throw up? The morning sickness!" Angel countered.

"It's 7 pm!" Dawn remarked. "Morning's over!" But nobody had seemed to listen to her.

"Then I'll step down and go to the bathroom puking!" Buffy told her husband.

"And where is Xander, anyway? He was supposed to look after you, so that you won't do something stupid!" Angel said.

"He's off getting new paint." She mumbled. "What for do I need a baby a babysitter, anyway? 'Kay, I'm pregnant. But I'm a pregnant SLAYER! Period!"

"You are weak --" Buffy glared at him "-er than usual." He rescued himself.

"Here's the paint!" Xander yelled when he entered Dawn, Buffy and Angel's new home through the backdoor in the kitchen and went into the living-room that had two staircases on the left and right side of the room.

It was, indeed, the house 'future-Buffy' and her friends had lived in. So he didn't really like the idea of ever using that pool. It had just been too embarrassing the last time.

"Xander! What did I tell you about leaving her alone? I wouldn't have gone if I'd known you're not looking after her!" Angel told the dark-haired boy angrily.

"I left her alone like one minute!" Xander defended himself.

"HELLO? I'M HERE! YOU DON'T HAVE TO PRETEND THAT I'M NOT IN THE SAME ROOM!" Buffy exclaimed and stomped into the already finished kitchen. It was, besides the bathroom, the only room in the house that was completely moved in. Angel hurried after her. Really, those hormones of hers were killing him: Nothing he did was right and she complained about everything. Yelling at him everytime and always, because he had been the one putting her into this situation.

He wanted to wait moving in into the new house, because he didn't want her to do things she weren't capable to do in her state. Or shouldn't. Like moving heavy things or carrying huge boxes. But she'd shouted at him, screaming things at him like 'I'm not a little girl. I can do these things! I can!!' And when he'd try to explain his reason to her she'd break down sobbing and tell him she thought he didn't love her anymore and didn't want to live with her.

As if something like this was ever gonna happen!

She was like the air he now needed to breathe. She was the woman of his dreams. Carrying his children.

*~*~*

"A little bit more to the right!" Buffy ordered and Angel moved the couch, again.

"Too much. More to the left now!" Dawn commented and Angel moved the couch once more.

"Nah. It was good the way it was!" Willow remarked.

And Angel groaned and turned to the women with an annoyed statement written all over his face.

"Definitely more to the right!" Buffy tried her husband sweetly who gave in reluctantly and moved the couch one more time before plopping down into it.

Buffy quickly sat down next to him and pillowed his lap while he - without even noticing it - began stroking her hair out of reflex.

The couch had been the last thing that had missed. They were completely moved in, now. Spike and Xander had moved the furniture into the rooms upstairs and Tara and Anya had decorated the spare rooms, while Dawn moved all her private stuff into her room. Angel had done the moving downstairs and Buffy had been very occupied with the twin's room.

The last one had been the living-room, which they'd finished all together. Well, the girls had ordered and the males had carried.

But what amazed Angel most, was that Buffy had set the furniture exact the same way 'future-Buffy' and her friends had. So now, they were sitting in a couch-square! A couch-square everybody but Buffy and Spike remembered just like that.

Most of the house was still empty, though. The place had over 30 rooms and finished were only around 11. So Buffy seriously thought about placing a billiard table into one room and Dawn wanted to have a real party-basement.

But in Angel's eyes, the best room in the house was the huge library. When Giles had left for England, he'd given them all the books outta the old school library which were quite the number. And added to the books that already belonged to Angel, the library was bigger than the town library of Sunnydale!

And - believe it or not - Spike and Xander were in the kitchen, now; making dinner for them all.

So, in the long run, Angel was sure they'd call their first pizza-take-out in the new house, this evening. Because he was sure with those two brainiacs in the kitchen, the room just had to burn down. 'Cuz mixing Spike and Xander with a kitchen, was like mixing water and oil.

Or matching an oil flame with water, for that matter. That gave a more matching metaphor.

But Buffy had a good time, and that was all that mattered to him.

He walked up behind her and slung his arms around her, placing his hands over hers on her slightly swollen stomach and resting his cheek on top of her head. Buffy sighed happily and leaned against him.

"You wanna test the new bed?" Buffy whispered smirking.

"Sure" Angel grinned back.

And the two of them turned around with a start and ran up the stairs when the doorbell rang and the couple stopped dead in their tracks.

"Shall we just ignore it?" Buffy pleaded.

"Could be important!" Or the pizza-take-out. Angel silently added.

But Tara had already answered the door and a loud "BUFFY!" echoed through the house.

Buffy turned around surprised and walked towards the visitor. "Dad!"

*~*~*

"Honey, go pack your things. You're going with me." Hank ordered angrily. "DAWN!"

"What the HELL do you think you're doing?" Buffy yelped.

"I am NOT letting you here!" Hank Summers shouted at his daughter. "Not with this... this - this...*guy*!" He pointed at Angel. "And Dawn is not 18, yet: So she has to stay with a parent. Which would be ME, considering Joyce's death."

Buffy's eyes darkened visibly. "*I* have custody over Dawn. That was mom's last wish. If you'd showed up at the funeral, you'd have known. But no, you've been busy showing *Sophie* Europe, instead of being there for your daughter who recently lost the ONE person that cared for them in the last *five* years." Buffy spit in her father's face. "And that *guy* next t me is my *husband*! And you'd ALSO know this if you'd bothered to show up at the wedding which you've gotten an invitation for. Oh, I forgot, you've been to Europe then. And you've left no telephone number and weren't reachable for months. But anyway, HE was here when I needed him most. YOU weren't."

"Wh-How could I have? You don't let me into your life!" Hank argued.

"Because you don't even try!" Buffy yelled and Angel laid a supportive hand onto her shoulder.

"I- - wait. YOU'RE MARRIED??!" Hank screamed.

"Yes. And you haven't been at the wedding." Buffy said, now calmer.

"How could I've known? I haven't seen you for so long!" Hank defended himself.

"Which would make it your fault! Anyway, *Ryan* was there. He knew. Even when I was 13, when I last saw him!" Buffy told her enraged father. " And he also knows, that I'm pregnant with Angel's children. But you just come here, into MY home, barking orders and expecting me to object like you're the king of my world. Ya know what? I don't care what you think anymore, because you obviously don't care about me or Dawnie!" The pregnant Slayer glared at her father. "She was 14 when mom died. She's just a kid. And she needed someone to turn to. *I* needed someone to turn to, 'cuz our mommy was gone and daddy was nowhere in sight and we felt so lost. But you didn't give a damn about returning from Europe, just because you ex-wife - who happened to be the mother of your CHILDREN- died. You lost Dawnie then, because she had to realize that her father didn't give a damn about all this. You lost me when you didn't even care to stop by at birthdays, anymore. You were forgotten when we saw that we don't need you. When we realized that there are people who care so much more about us." Buffy seemed to be done with her ranting and her features softened.

"You're pregnant?" Hank was shocked. "You bastard got my baby PREGNANT?" He yelled at Angel.

"I'M NOT AT ALL YOUR BABY, ANYMORE. AND DON'T YOU DARE CALLING HIM LIKE THIS, EVER AGAIN!" Buffy exclaimed.

"I'm gonna be a grandfather?" Hank whispered.

"No." Buffy said. "I don't want you to be their grandfather."

"What?"

"Don't understand me wrong - you were a great father. The best. Until you forgot about us and Dawn and I had to deal with your absence. I don't want my children to go through this loss." Buffy said coldly.

Dawn was nodding in agreement in the background, backed up by the whole Scooby Gang.

"And now go, please." Dawn added and Hank left the house with no more words.

"That was strange!" Xander commented once the door fell into it's lock.

"And that smells strange!" Tara remarked.

"Oh god! The food!" Spike and Xander exchanged a look and rushed into the kitchen.

"Anyone know a good pizza-take-out?"

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