*/ Garnet & I are in the mood for a fic that can be either angsty or cutesy (cuteness preferred on my end. There's enough angst in reality, thank you.) Basically, the requirements are....
-- Buffy must be ill and Angel must take care of their three kids.
-- The kids must be aged three, four and seven months. You pick the names
and sexes, but at least one must be a little girl and you'll earn extra
feedback from me if you pick unique names -- Buffy can either have PMS or the flu or it can be something life
threatening or crippling, it's your call.
"Daddy! Julianne keeps throwing crackers at me!"
"Well, you started it Darien!
*CRASH*
"Waaaaaaaaah, Ahhhhhh!"
Angel, ever the religious, now human father looked up at the ceiling and
prayed that he didn't pass out from stress. He picked up his youngest son,
Devin and tried to stop the sounds emitting from the seven month old baby's
lung's "shhhhhhhhh, he repeated trying to coo the young child asleep.
"Julianne, your mothers sleeping, and she's recovering from the hospital, so
please be quiet, and what did you break?" he asked his 4-year old daughter as
she looked around nervously. If he'd had known that cooking for his wife
would have turned out like this, he would have ordered Chinese. It seemed
that when it came to cooking he was no angel (pun intended) and had used not
so fresh ,(or cleaned) chicken in what he wanted to think of as Chicken al'a
king, which turned out to be more of a knave. So now his beautiful wife, Buffy
(you expected someone else?) lie in bed, sleeping for now, after her trip to
the hospital to get her stomach pumped. And that left Angel to care for the
kids.
"Daddy?"
Angel glanced down from his thoughts at his son of three years, who held a
peculiar looking piece of broken glass in his outstretched hands. Angel
carefully laid down his now-sleeping son in a nearby bassinet, and crouched
down to his three-foot level.
"Darien, you shouldn't be picking up glass, now where is this from?" he
inquired as he took the chunk from the small boy.
"It's from mom's big cup! Julianne broke it, you know the one with the cover
on top and the shiny stuff on it!"
Angel, looked panicked for a moment before he saw his wife's trophy/vase
that she had received from the watchers council as an honor." Uh, Darien will
you go get Julianne for me?" he asked in a strained voice.
"Okay daddy"
Julianne walked up to him quietly before she burst into tears, which woke up
Devin, who also started to cry.
Oh yeah, next time he was definitely ordering out.
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"Juls? Julien honey, please stop crying I'm not going to be mad at you, just
tell me what happened. "Angel asked, while trying once again to calm his son.
The small brunette girl sniffled. "I was trying to throw the ball to Darien
and it went to high, and then it knocked down Mommy's favorite cup [vase,
these children are somewhat strange, huh, imagine that)" She looked up at him
with large green eyes.
"Great, now how do we fix this without your mommy killing both of us? You for
breaking it, and me for letting it happen," he sighed.
"Glue!"
Angel looked at her skeptically. "Glue? There's about six or seven pieces.
She'll wake up before I finish!"
"Buy her a new one," Juls pleaded.
"I can't just buy her a new one, it's not something you can just buy" Angel
told his little girl.
Angel got an idea." I know, why don't we, uh, superglue it back together!"
perfect! Regular glue would have taken forever and maybe Buffy wouldn't
notice.
Angel told Julianne to go play with her brother while he fixed this problem.
"Okay, Glue. Which would be in the ... kitchen?" Angel walked into the large
kitchen, and started searching through the drawers.
"Okay got the glue, now I need the pieces."
He went into the living room and gathered the broken shards of his Slayer's
prized possession. Setting them carefully on the kitchen table.
"Okay now what is going to fit where?"
Angel started gluing the pieces together and it didn't look half bad. But
when he got to the final piece, he somehow glued it to his hand.
"Arggghh" He started pulling on the foreign object and in turn he knocked
over the vase again.
**CRASH**
Angel closed his eyes and prayed to God for strength to look down.
It had shattered even more.
Great.
Angel went into the bathroom and got a bottle of nail polish remover, before
setting upon his task of getting the piece of glass, *away* from his hand.
Oh, how he wished he had just ordered Chinese.
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Angel looked around the house, everything was in it's place, and Buffy's vase
was put together again, but not by his own hand. He had bribed a certain
redheaded witch who will remain anonymous, to fix the mess.
Okay, his next mission should he choose to accept it is:
Lunch.
Angel was no gourmet chef, he had proved that to Buffy the hard way, but he
could make sandwiches.
Okay if he remembered this right, Julianne like salami & cheese with mustard
and Darien preferred ham and cheese
Or was it the other way around?
Oh well.
Angel set to making lunch.
He made three sandwiches. One for Juls, one for Darien and one for himself,
before warming up a bottle for Devin.
He set up the baby's high chair. Napkins. Juice boxes. Sandwiches.
"Guys, lunch!" he called to his children who were still quietly playing in
the playroom
Angel strolled over to the bassinet and picked up his son who had moments
before woken up hungry.
Angel walked back to the kitchen to find Julianne and Darien eating their
lunch peacefully.
Thank God.
He strapped Devin in the high chair before setting the bottle in front of him.
But before he could sit down, the blissful silence was interrupted by Darien
taking his sister's sandwich and taking a big bite.
"Darien that's MY sandwich! You have you own!" she shrieked, disgusted.
"You had my ham and cheese!" he accused
"Everyone knows that you like salami, and I hate it, so stop eating my
sandwich!" Julianne said back.
Angel sighed and stood up and said: "Guy's I'll make you a deal, I'll play
any game you want as long as you are quiet the rest of the day!"
The children looked at each other then back at him before shrugging their
shoulders and both saying
"Okay"
And returned to eating their lunch in silence.
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12 games and 5 hours later, Angel heard the most blessed sound in the world.
Buffy's voice
"Angel, honey, What are you doing?"
Angel stopped jumping and carefully set the jump-rope down, to look at his
small blond wife, he had been trying to beat Julianne at a jump-roping
contest. His four-year old was still champion. it also didn't help that Angel
had on leather pants (:: sigh::). Buffy smiled, feeling better than when she
had been vomiting out her stomach lining.
Buffy kissed Angel softly on the lips.
"So, did you have fun with the kids?"
So how'd you like it, FEEDBACK please!