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Author's notes: Okay, this is the sequel to Keep Moving. You asked for it, you got it. Angel's Journal entries are in //.
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//It's been three years since "The Riley Incident" as we call it, though we seldom talk about it. Buffy seems to be getting better. She's not so jumpy. Also, the nightmares that plagued her in the first few months that we had lived together have stopped. They used to be so bad the she would climb in my bed, needing only the comfort of my presence. She would slip away before daybreak, leaving me to sleep. Her absence from my arms never went unnoticed.
Damian is now four, and Katarina, who I have come to call Kitty, is now three. Damain, as it seems to be, is exceedingly intelligent and is farther in all things then any of the other children at his daycare. He takes after his father. His hair and eyes are still dark, becoming more of a chocolate brown than black, as it had used to be.
My Kitty is much different from her older brother. Damian is very sweet and kind tempered. He also enjoys being around Buffy and I, while Kitty is more of a loner. She is also very, very stubborn, walking at nine months and feeding herself at ten and a half. She is also lighter in appearance than Damian, with blond hair and emerald green eyes. She is exactly as I pictured Buffy would be as a child. I love them both with all my heart.
The one thing that had been worrying me is no longer. I had been nervous, considering their parents, whether or not our children would be vamp or not. As it turns out, Kittys' eyes turn yellow when she gets mad, and her teeth grow slightly longer. Damian, on the other hand, is not only very intelligent, he is also strong and has very keen hearing. Luckily, he has learned how to control his strength, a thing of which both Buffy and I are grateful.//
I stopped writing when I felt arms encircle my waist and a warm face nuzzle the back of my neck. "Buffy, what are you doing up?" A quick glance at the clock told me it was a little past 2 AM.
"I rolled over and you weren't there," She said simply as she placed kisses on the nape of my neck, "come back to bed."
I tried to resist her. "I just need to finish this one thing love..." Her mouth had moved to the side of my face and was trailing warm, wet kisses up and down, from my ear to my shoulder.
"Please?" Buffy whispered into my neck.
"Well..." I trailed off. I really wanted to finish writing, but I also really, really, REALLY wanted to go back with Buffy and sleep. She turned around and kissed me on the mouth, promises of passion if I were to come back to bed.
"Well?" She asked, breathing slightly hard from the kiss.
"Okay, I'll come." We walked back to our bedroom, hand in hand. We slipped under the blankets. Buffy curled up against me, arm over my stomach, head on my chest, and fell quickly to sleep. I drifted of thinking that I had to be the luckiest man ever to live.
I awoke with a jolt. I wondered what had awaken me until I heard cries of Da coming from the next room. I got up, pulled a robe on over my boxers, and went into Kitty's room. She was sitting up in bed holding a stuffed cat, crying. "Kitty, honey, what's wrong?"
"Bad dweam Da, bad dweam." I picked her up and took her into the kitchen to giver her some hot lemonade (AN: Hot lemonade may sound yucky, but it's actually really good).
"What was your dream about, sweet heart?" I asked gently, setting the cup in front of her. She took a sip of her lemonade and then sprawled over my chest, head in the crook of my neck.
"Someone was hurtin Lily." Lily is Kitty's black cat. We had actually bought her for Damian, but the kitten took to Kitty instead. Probably some cat thing. Damian got a book of poems by Edger Allen Poe instead.
"She's just fine. Look, she's sleepin' in her bed." Because Lily was so small, her bed was a shoebox filled with a pillow and one of my velvet shirts. Damn cat decided she liked it and somehow dragged it to her bed. Never gave it back.
"I know Da, but it was still scary," Kitty mumbled, already drifting back to sleep. I carried her to her room and put her back to bed. I checked on Damian before going back to my own bed.
"Where were you?"
I jumped. "Yeesh Beloved. Don't scare me like that!"
She smirked. "What? I scare the big bad old man?"
"OLD! I'm not a day over 250!" I jokingly scolded her.
"Mmmhhhmmm, but you look no older than thirty," She yawned and snuggled up against my side.
"Hmph. for your information, I was 25 when I was turned." I said huffily.
"Of course. Night honey," Buffy mumbled, falling sweetly into oblivion. I wrapped my arms around her and went to sleep. The rest of the night went without interruption.
I wake up and know it's morning. Buff's blaring alarm clock takes away any doubt that I had.
"Damian, you go the toy last time, it's Kitty's turn now." I hear the gentle voice of the woman I love trying to ref a fight between our kids. I get up and stretch.
"Angel!" Buffy yelled, "Are you up YET?" I can see her standing at the stove. I walk up behind her, holding a finger to my lips to tell the kids to be quiet. I wrap my arms around her. "Morning, Love." She must have jumped a mile. A small "eek" escaped her pretty mouth as she twisted around. "Angel! Don't do that!" She was blushing slightly, embarrassed that she hadn't been able to sense me.
"Who's the scared one now, hmmmm?"
"Oh, shut up and kiss me." She tipped her head up and I willingly gave her a kiss on her sweet mouth. "God morning," I whispered.
"Mmmmmm, yes, good morning," Buffy mumbled against my lips before pulling away. "Now eat your breakfast, we got things to do. Cordy says she'll take the kids while we go shopping."
Shopping. That one word is more powerful than anything. You think vampires and other things that go bump in the night are scary, your wrong. That one word has struck fear into the hearts of thousands of men worldwide, human or otherwise. "Sh-shopping? Why on earth would we want to do that?" I pray she's only joking.
"Because I need clothes," Clothes? She has a closet full of clothes! "and you need clothes too." I don't need clothes, I have clothes!
"I don't need clothes honey," I say gently, trying not to upset her. "and don't you have plenty?" PLEASE say we don't need to go shopping!
"Of course I have clothes Sweetie, but I need NEW clothes, and you need stuff that's NOT black. Our kids are going to think you're gothic!"
God help me. I'm going shopping.
**************************AT THE MALL**************************
"I think this would fit you, and look! Light blue! I love light blue! And with your dark complexion, you'll look gorgeous!" Buffy piled my already full arms with more clothes. She doesn't seem to be stopping.
"Honey, *Sweetie*, don't you think a few shirts would do? I don't need an entirely new wardrobe," I said, my voice filled with hope.
She ignored me. "Leather! Oh Angel look! Leather!" She bounded over to an are FILLED with all things leather. "Oh dear God. Haven't I suffered enough?" I whisper under my breath.
"Angel get over here and try this stuff on!"
Three hours, five shirts, for pairs of khaki pants, two pairs of blue jeans, one velvet shirt (to replace the one Lily stole), and two pairs of leather pants, we were done shopping. For me that is. "Buffy, can't we go now?" I'm whining. I don't care. I wanted to leave, damnit!
"Almost, just let me try this on and..." I could hear her tugging at her clothes, then shuffling, "okay, lets go and pay."
We were done! Yes! "So, we're going now, right?" Please say yes, please say yes!
"Course not silly! We still have to get a few things before we can go. Sides, Cordy said that she could keep the kids till five. What cold we possibly do for three hours?" She started walking. I pulled her back and into my arms.
"I can think of a few things," I say as I place butterfly kisses on her neck.
"Yes, that good, very very good..." she moves her head to give me more access to her neck, "but we have to finish shopping," She said firmly, pulling out of my embrace.
"Buffy, please. Have some mercy!" I'll, beg. I'll plead. I'll do the dishes!
"Oh come on! It'll be fun!"
Fun. Yeah. Right.
****************************TWO HOURS LATER*****************************
We are finally home from shopping, loaded with bags. We've got all of my cloths, Buffy's clothes, plus three pairs of shoes. Then we have groceries, two lamps, three picture frames, nine towels in three different colors with matching wash cloths, a few throw pillows, a toy for Lily, a book for Damian and a stuffed kitty for Kitty. As Buffy's putting things away, I think about the hell I've gone through today. The most amazing part? We finished and I'm not dead. It's the little things in life we should be thankful for.
//If it is possible to feel like half of my soul belongs to the most beautiful women in the world, them I am the luckiest man in the world. In the three years, four months, 2 weeks, and six days that Buffy and I have been together, we have grown nothing but closer. It seems that we can read each others thoughts. I had once read when researching that if you truly can find your soul mate, which I have, you share much more than a regular couple. I believe that that is why.
As for Riley, well, what can I say. We haven't really kept in touch with him. Whenever I think of what he did to my beautiful Buffy, my blood boils and my temper flares. At one point, Buffy and I were informed that Riley may get out on bail. I got so angry I went out and beat a vampire to a bloody pulp before staking it. It took me a day and a half to calm down. Damian doesn't seem to remember much of Riley. We asked him once if he contained any memories about Riley, and he said that he was a bad man who smelled and hurt mommy. He can't remember anything else. As for Kitty, We have decided not to tell her until she is much much older. I think around the time she will be allowed to date, so we'll tell her when she's about thirty.//
I stopped writing when I heard Buffy open the bedroom door. "Why do you always come in when I'm writing?" I ask.
"Were you writing? I'm sorry. Do you want me to kiss is and make it better?" Her eyes help a playful glow, one that had been oppositely for a long time. A glow I have become to love.
"Buffy, I'm not injured. How can a kiss make it better?" She had moved to straddle my hips in the time that I had been saying this.
"Well, Angel, a kiss is a kiss and I thought you liked them, but if you don't want one, I'll leave." She made a move to get up and go, but I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her back down. I kissed her hard and deep, running my hands over her back and down her arms, till we were both out of breath (betcha forgot that Angel was turning human, right?).
"All better?" She asked, flushed and out of breath.
"Not even close," I said, and kissed her again.