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blaar_rosir. She loved it so I thought I'd share. Pure fluff, rated PG.
Perfect Day
One thought continues to float through my mind, popping up at odd moments, making the breath catch in my throat.
We almost lost Connor.
It’s been a few weeks since Holtz and Saijahn were defeated and Holtz prevented from stealing Connor away but the fear is still there. The worst part for me, is that I wasn’t here. I was away *having sex* with a man who bears a resemblance to the one I truly love. I should have been here. If Wesley had followed his first instinct and not told Angel about the prophecy...I shudder to think what could have happened.
Groo is gone now. I had to be honest with him, my life is here with Angel and Connor. He took it pretty well but I suspect he may have known of my feelings for Angel longer than I did. I hate that it took Connor almost disappearing before I was really able to *see*.
“Cordy?” I turn around and find Angel behind me holding Connor. I can’t help the smile that spreads over my face. God, how I love them. I take Connor and I’m surprised, as always, at how heavy he is. He’s still so small. But the weight is a comfort to me. He’s real, he’s here and no one is going to take him again.
“Ready?”
“Yep, let’s go.” I look down at Connor. “Want to go to the park, honey? Yeah?”
The sun is shining so beautifully today and a trip to the park, just the three of us, is just what we need.
Thanks to a demonic priestess Angel helped last week, he’s able to enjoy the sun for a day. It was her payment. I had expected him to take it and run to Sunnydale but instead he looked at me and said, “I want to take you and Connor to the park. During the day.”
***
A sun-drenched Angel is a beautiful thing. He’s like a great big cat. After a couple of hours walking around, showing Connor the trees and the people with their children and dogs running around, Angel picked a spot near the edge of the park, away from most of the families picnicking. He put down the thick blanket we brought and as we settled onto it, I imagined that this is my life now. Just being mother to Connor and best friend to his father.
I love Angel, I’m *in* love with him. But I have no idea if he feels the same. He seems to only have eyes for Connor.
I lean back against the jacket I’m using as a pillow and close my eyes, letting the warmth of the sun lull me to a semi-conscious state. I can hear the leaves rustling in the wind, the shouts and laughter of children playing nearby, Connor making gentle cooing sounds. I feel contentment slide inside me and smile.
A touch on my cheek has me opening my eyes, expecting to see Connor waving his arms around. Instead I’m faced with Angel, fingers stroking my cheek, a look of amazement in his eyes. I find myself blushing and ask, “What?”
“Nothing, just...I love you and Connor.”
“I love you guys, too.” I purposely assume that he means it in the best friend way because to think otherwise would give me too much hope.
Angel smiles and cups my jaw, “No, I mean, I *love* you. I’m in love with you.” I’m too stunned to speak, but not to act. I pull him down for a gentle kiss and think, today is a perfect day.
***
Now off to write chapter five of Seeds. *sighs*
blaar_rosir. She loved it so I thought I'd share. Pure fluff, rated PG.Perfect Day
One thought continues to float through my mind, popping up at odd moments, making the breath catch in my throat.
We almost lost Connor.
It’s been a few weeks since Holtz and Saijahn were defeated and Holtz prevented from stealing Connor away but the fear is still there. The worst part for me, is that I wasn’t here. I was away *having sex* with a man who bears a resemblance to the one I truly love. I should have been here. If Wesley had followed his first instinct and not told Angel about the prophecy...I shudder to think what could have happened.
Groo is gone now. I had to be honest with him, my life is here with Angel and Connor. He took it pretty well but I suspect he may have known of my feelings for Angel longer than I did. I hate that it took Connor almost disappearing before I was really able to *see*.
“Cordy?” I turn around and find Angel behind me holding Connor. I can’t help the smile that spreads over my face. God, how I love them. I take Connor and I’m surprised, as always, at how heavy he is. He’s still so small. But the weight is a comfort to me. He’s real, he’s here and no one is going to take him again.
“Ready?”
“Yep, let’s go.” I look down at Connor. “Want to go to the park, honey? Yeah?”
The sun is shining so beautifully today and a trip to the park, just the three of us, is just what we need.
Thanks to a demonic priestess Angel helped last week, he’s able to enjoy the sun for a day. It was her payment. I had expected him to take it and run to Sunnydale but instead he looked at me and said, “I want to take you and Connor to the park. During the day.”
***
A sun-drenched Angel is a beautiful thing. He’s like a great big cat. After a couple of hours walking around, showing Connor the trees and the people with their children and dogs running around, Angel picked a spot near the edge of the park, away from most of the families picnicking. He put down the thick blanket we brought and as we settled onto it, I imagined that this is my life now. Just being mother to Connor and best friend to his father.
I love Angel, I’m *in* love with him. But I have no idea if he feels the same. He seems to only have eyes for Connor.
I lean back against the jacket I’m using as a pillow and close my eyes, letting the warmth of the sun lull me to a semi-conscious state. I can hear the leaves rustling in the wind, the shouts and laughter of children playing nearby, Connor making gentle cooing sounds. I feel contentment slide inside me and smile.
A touch on my cheek has me opening my eyes, expecting to see Connor waving his arms around. Instead I’m faced with Angel, fingers stroking my cheek, a look of amazement in his eyes. I find myself blushing and ask, “What?”
“Nothing, just...I love you and Connor.”
“I love you guys, too.” I purposely assume that he means it in the best friend way because to think otherwise would give me too much hope.
Angel smiles and cups my jaw, “No, I mean, I *love* you. I’m in love with you.” I’m too stunned to speak, but not to act. I pull him down for a gentle kiss and think, today is a perfect day.
***
Now off to write chapter five of Seeds. *sighs*
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