Disclaimer: Yes, I own them, and that is why Angel is leaving in 1999. (Come on, be real here!)

Summary:This is a sequal to "Getting Married" which follows "Back For Good".

The astrik (*) signals thoughts.

"How do you feel?" Angel asked Buffy that night. They were in Galway, Ireland, after a wedding and a long plane ride.

"Truthfully? Awful. I mean, it was the best day of my life, but I feel sick, like I have the flu or something."

"I'm sorry," Angel responded as if it were his fault.

"Don't be. What have I told you about apologizing? You apologize for everything, even when it isn't your fault. You shouldn't."

"Sorry," Angel repeated out of habit, and Buffy lifted up a pillow to toss it at him, but weakly set it down. "Hey, what's the matter?" Angel finally realized how sick his new wife might be.

"I..." Buffy sprang up and dashed to the hotel bathroom, where she emptied her past three meals and what felt like her stomach lining.

Angel was at her side in an instant, rubbing her back. "It'll be ok, it'll be ok." He helped her sip a glass of water before carrying her back to bed and helping her change into a cool nightgown. He dampened a towel and rubbed it over her forehead, repeating, "It'll be ok. I love you."

"I love you, Angel," Buffy murmured, almost asleep.

"I love you too." He stroked her damp hair from her forehead. "Maybe I should call a doctor."

"No...doctor...I'm...sorry...I'm screwing up...our wedding...night ..." Buffy managed to choke out before conking out, fast asleep.

Angel climbed onto the bed, over Buffy, and hugged her to him. He cradled her the entire night while she slept, and he stayed awake, making sure she was ok.

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"Feel better?" he asked her when she woke up at ten the next morning.

"Much better," she said cheerfully. She quickly showered, changed into a pink shirt and black pants, put up her hair, and washed up, and went back to Angel.

"That's a sudden change," Angel noted.

"Must have been a twenty-four hour..." she began, when her stomach lurched. "I don't think it's been twenty-four hours," she said feebly, making a mad dash for the bathroom. Angel stroked her hair and rubbed her back as she threw up what was left in her stomach.

"That's it," he said. "I'm taking you straight to the hospital."

"No...I wanted to have...a happy birthday wake..."

"Shhh. Don't speak."

"But your here," Buffy murmured with a smile. She let Angel scoop her up, basically because she was powerless to fight it, and he carried her downstairs.

"Hello," he said to the man at the front desk.

"Newlyweds," the man muttered.

Angel managed not to rearrange the guys face and asked directions to the hospital, which he was quickly given. He hopped into the rented car with Buffy, and quickly drove her there, she slept the whole way.