It's
A Start
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SUMMARY: Family fluff with our fave Slayer and Vampire
SPOILER: My LSS series....pure fluff and I'm proud of it!.......check
out
previous parts at http://members.aol.com/slaythis99/slay.html
DISCLAIMER: Angelina belongs to me, but everyone else, as
far back as I can
remember anyways, is a creation of Joss.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This was supposed to be sent out AGES ago,
but I forgot
about it and couldn't find it. It takes place like thirteen
LSS stories ago,
and for those of you who haven't read LSS in the past, here's a
quick
run-down. Buffy & Angel are engaged and have a baby
daughter named Angelina.
Willow and Oz are together but she's screwing Xander every chance
she gets.
Xander and Cordy aren't broken up by this story, but they're
broken up now in
the series and trying to find their way back. Giles & Joyce
are screwing but
no one knows it yet. This takes place about two weeks after
(my version of)
Graduation.
"Buffy!" Angel called her into the
living room.
"Just a second," she finished
peeling a potato and washed her hands.
"I'll be right back," she promised her mother.
"Two minutes," Joyce said in a
frazzled voice. She was a basketcase. The
gallery was hosting a dinner for a hot new artist the next night
and the
caterer Joyce always used had canceled due to some family
emergency. No one
else was available on such short notice so Joyce had enlisted
Buffy and
Willow to help her out. They had known better than to call
Cordelia, but
Willow had brought Amy along, but so far, she wasn't much use for
anything
'cept reading the recipes aloud.
Buffy took off her apron and walked into the
living room. "What's up?"
"I can't get this camcorder to work,"
Angel said, trying to press a lever
over to the left. "It was working fine yesterday, but...."
Buffy looked at her daughter and laughed.
Angelina was sitting up on the
floor, trying to pull her hat onto her head. "What is
it you're trying to
film?"
"I just want to film her, just in case."
he kept playing with the unit,
growing angrier by the second.
"Let me try," Buffy said. She
took it from him and looked through the
lens. She pressed a couple of buttons and the lever flew
over, locking the
tape in and enabling the system to record. "There you
go."
He took it from her, amazed. "How
did you do that?"
"I pressed the right buttons?" she
guessed.
"I know *how* you did it, but I just mean...I'm
the guy. I'm supposed to
help you out with electrical problems."
"That is so sexist." she folded her
arms across her chest.
"I wasn't being sexist Buffy, I was--"
"Yes you were, and I know you know it."
"I don't!"
"You do!"
"Buffy, time's up!" Joyce called.
Angel smirked. "Are you on a time
clock in there?"
"Why would you care? Isn't my place in
the kitchen 'cause I'm a woman?"
she snapped.
"Buffy, I never said--"
She tuned him out and began hitting his arm as
to not distract their
daughter. He kept right on talking until she finally jerked
his head in
Angelina's direction.
She wasn't overly stable, but she was crawling
across the living room
floor.
"Wow," he whispered.
"Angel," Buffy said as she got down
on the floor. "Angel, come to Mommy."
Slowly, she turned around and fell flat on her
stomach. Angel watched
his daughter in awe as the camera rolled, catching her as she
slowly pushed
herself back up and made way to her mother.
Buffy tried to hide a single tear as she
picked her baby girl up and
kissed her. "I love you baby," she whispered.
Then she looked at Angel. "I
love you too."
"Buffy, when you agreed to help me, you--"
Joyce walked in and saw the
sentimental looks on all their faces. "What?"
"Angelina just started crawling."
Angel said softly.
"I remember the first time you crawled,"
Joyce said. "We were at your
father's office and he wouldn't let you sit on his lap. I set you
on the
floor but you immediately crawled over to him and tugged on his
pant leg
until he picked you up."
"I'll be right there, k Mom?" Buffy
asked. "I need to talk to Angel for
a second."
"Sure." Joyce left and Buffy sat on
the couch, readjusting how she held
the baby. "Angel, I'm sorry we had such a stupid fight
just now. It sounded
like Xander and Cordelia bickering."
"That bad?" he asked.
"Unfortunately."
"I'm sorry too honey." he gently
touched his little girl's head as she
struggled to get down on the floor and back to her toys.
"I can't believe
she's crawling."
"Me neither. She's growing up so
fast Angel, and there's nothing we can
do to stop it."
"And just think!" he went on.
"She'll be talking more soon, and
walking--"
"Walking?" Buffy asked. "I
thought babies didn't do that 'till they were
in their terrible twos."
"Nope, anywhere from twelve to twenty-two
months as a rule." she arched
an eyebrow at him. "What?" he asked. "I
read a book."
"Well, you have to remember, Angelina's
only six and a half months old."
"Don't you think crawling is a
predecessor to walking though?" he asked.
Buffy smiled as her daughter began making her
way across the living room
on all fours. "It's a start."