Prologue

A petite redhead was in the kitchen, trying to cook spaghetti. She heard running footsteps above her, then her son flew down the stairs. “Mommy!” he cried. “Uncle Xander’s gonna get me!”
Xander, following behind, promptly scooped up the squealing child, placed him on his back, then walked behind the counter and scooped up some sauce. “Mmm, superb, Will.” She smacked his hand as he tried to snag some more.
“You’re going to spoil your appetite for dinner!” She teased.
“When is dinner, anyway? I’m hungry.” Laughing at his own comment, the man asked the small boy, “Are you hungry yet, Josh?”
“Oh, yeah. I’m hungry, Mommy. When do we get to eat? When is Daddy getting home?” The questioning toddler was given a tickle.
“You’ve answered your own question. We eat when your Daddy gets home, which I hope will be soon. He said only an hour, because he wanted to talk to Buffy while she was in town, and she was too busy to stop and talk tonight.” Willow said, answering their questions. “So, Josh, did you show Uncle Xander your new toy?” The boy’s eyes grew wide as he struggled out of Xander’s arms. He was set on the ground, and he grabbed his ‘uncle’s’ hand.
“I gots a new bike! Come see!” Josh said excitedly as he dragged the unwilling man out of the room. Willow laughed silently as she stirred her pasta sauce.
Where is he? She wondered. She heard the door open and shut, then heard hearty laughter. Her son squealed again, and the next instant three hungry guys were in her kitchen.
“Hello, Willow.” Her husband said as he kissed her cheek. “Spaghetti? Mmm.” He dipped his finger in the sauce and tasted it. “Delicious.” Josh ran up and hugged his father, then was scooped into an enormous bear hug. “Hello, Josh. What have you and Xander been up to today?”
“We had fun!” The enthusiastic child said. “When is Aunt Cordy gonna come ‘n visit? I miss Timmy.”
“She’s coming in a week. To stay, Josh. You excited?” Xander asked. He’d recently been transferred back to Sunnydale, and had been tying up ends while staying with his old friends.
“Yay!” Came the reply. Xander turned to the other man in the room.
“So, Angel, how’s Buffy?” They sat down at the table to enjoy Willow’s dinner.

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