The Gift

By A. Price

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of BTVS. I do like
to occasionally reaarange their lives for them. They belong to Joss
Whedon and Co. The story is mine though.

The Gift
By A. Price

Buffy Summers Harris sat in a rocking chair by the window of her
living room. She was rocking a baby boy to sleep, softly singing
to him. The baby was two week old Giles Henry Harris. Xander was
working late, it was his first day back at work since the babys
birth.

Buffy looked like the picture of maternal bliss to Angel as he
watched her through the window. Buffy thought he was dead, so he
had to carefully hide when he came into town. She was still beautiful.
He missed her. But he had made the right decision to let her go, for
her own good. Look at her now, she was a mother. He could have
never given her that.

Buffy shifted the baby to the other arm and smiled down at him. He
was absolutely perfect, the most beautiful baby in the world. She
was not the least bit prejudiced! He had light brown hair, his
daddys nose, and his mommys mouth. Giles Henry was named after
Rupert Giles and Henry "Hank" Summers, Buffys dad.

She loved watching him sleep in her arms. His nose wrinkled up as
he yawned a tiny yawn. She should put him in his crib now. She
took the baby upstairs.

"Nows the time to do this, while she is upstairs" thought Angel to
himself. He had a gift for the baby, he knew he should not risk any
chance of contact with her, but he couldn't help it. He wanted the
baby, her baby, to have something from him. He had found it in an
antique store in LA. A tiny silver baby cup. He had polished it
until it gleamed and found the perfect wrapping paper for it. No
card, she might recognize the writing.

Angel lay the gift on the front step, feeling like a kid, he rang the
bell and went to hide. In a few minutes, Buffy answered the door.
She opened it, looked around and noticed the package. She called
"Hello" once more picked up the package and took it in the house.

He watched as Buffy sat down and opened the gift. She gently tore the
paper from the box. She smiled as she lifted the cup from the tissue
paper. She looked all over for a card, but couldn't find one. She
looked confused as she put the cup on a shelf in the living room.

He could tell she liked the gift. He had known she would as soon
as he had seen it. Xander pulled into the driveway, Angel hid
around the corner of the house. He watched Xander go in. He wondered
if he knew that he was the luckiest man on earth. At least Angel
thought he was.

Xander went to give Buffy a kiss on the cheek. She showed him the cup.
Angel saw Xander shake his head, he guessed that Buffy had asked him
if he knew who sent it. Angel watched as they went upstairs to check
on the baby. Angel took note of the look on Xanders face as he stood
by his wife and child. "He knows, he knows how lucky he is!" thought
Angel. He assured himself once more that letting Xander take care of
Buffy had been the best thing for all of them.

Angel decided it was time to go. He had done what he came to do.
He had given a gift to the child of the only woman he would ever
let himself love.

The End

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