[Reviews - 685]
-
Table of Contents [Report This]
Microsoft Word Chapter or Story | ePub eBook Chapter or Story | Printer Chapter or Story

Has been viewed 2347 times

- Text Size +




Author's Chapter Notes:
I would really like to thank every single person who's reading this--to have had three nominations for my first full length story, to be anywhere as close to 600 reviews as I am....it's just something that I really can't believe, so thank you so very, very much. I hope that I can make my next stories as good (if not better) than this one and that you'll all enjoy them as well :-) Thank you

And last week's chapter had some funny formatting going on for a while, but I do think I fixed it--so, if you read it before it was fixed, know that now it should be much easier to read.

And if anyone's interested, my new fic (which still has no title) is already on Chapter 40, so it will be a long one :)
Chapter 39



Buffy couldn't figure out where they were going, they were several miles outside of the main part of town and were getting towards the farm houses and, well, farms.

She held back from asking William though, she trusted him--in whatever exactly it was he was doing.


Sam, however, seemed to be getting happier by the minute, something Buffy couldn't figure out. Sure it was something to be happy about, but it seemed like over time she got more and more excited.


William didn't seem to notice--or maybe he just didn't mind--Sam's growing enthusiasm. Buffy was just about to question what exactly the two of them had left her out of--again--when they pulled up to a house and Sam looked about ready to burst with happiness.


"Come on, pixie, let's go look at the house." Sam quickly followed him out of the car and up to the house's front door, leaving Buffy to trail behind and take in the house. It was a typical farm house, white, two stories, beautiful--real--green shutters framing beautiful large windows that Buffy just knew would light up the rooms during the day, and beautiful flowers under the front ground floor windows. Buffy walked around to the side of the house, where the front door and a beautiful porch were, hoping beyond hope that William really meant this and that it wasn't a 'hey wouldn't this be a nice house if we could have it,' she liked it too much for that. And Sam seemed to love it.


Buffy made her way inside, the house was just as lovely inside, and Sam came running down the stairs, "Careful, those are steep stairs," she heard William call from somewhere upstairs.


"Mommy! Mommy! Guess what...it's the house from my picture! Remember from Disney World! It's my favoritest house ever and now we get to live here!" She ran off again exploring the house some more.


Hoping that William could clear things up for her, Buffy told Sam to stay inside and went up to find William. She found him in the bedroom--she assumed it was the master bedroom--that faced the front of the house and overlooked the field across from the house. "Um, William? I know I seem to be all with the question having lately, but I'm just a bit confused here. What does Sam mean it's the 'house from her picture'?"


"Beautiful view isn't it? I bet in the summer it looks even better, probably flowers blooming in the field."


"William-"


"And have you seen the way the light comes in? Always did like natural light best."


"William-"


"And it's a good size room too, even has it's own bathroom with one of those claw foot tubs and-"


"William!" Buffy finally got him to stop talking by just continuing to talk, forcing him to shut up. "What did Sam mean? And don't you dare tell me one more thing about how great this house is. I want you to answer my question first," she was getting irritated.


"She drew the house in a picture she gave me," he mumbled.


"Okay, here's the deal," she was tired of not knowing what was going on, "You're going to tell me what's going on...no more mumbling either. I don't like being left out of what's going on. William, you have to trust that you can tell me things," she finished quietly.


"I do trust you. Just...just don't want you to think I'm crazy," he got up the courage to look her in the eye, hoping she'd see the meaning behind what he was going to tell her, even if she didn't like the factual part of it. "Sam, she drew me another picture--after the one of the three of us with the dog. It was the three of us again, but we were all in front of this new house. Thinking it was just some house she made up, I asked her about it. And she told me that one time you all went to this city that had angels. I asked her if it was Los Angeles and she said that's what it was.


Anyway, she said that while you were on your way to and from Los Angeles she saw her, and i quote, 'favoritest house ever' and she liked it so much because she could have a dog there because there was a big yard and she could have a swing set and everything. She just seemed so happy about it, that..." he trailed off.


"That?" Buffy prompted.


"That I drove from Sunnydale to LA a few times to make sure this was the only house that was white with green shutters and the flowers...and well, I bought it."



"You bought a house just because Sam drew it in a picture?"


"Well, yeah."


"What if you and I never got together, or what if things didn't work out."


"I actually thought of that," he said, slightly impressed with himself. "If for whatever reason you wouldn't have me, then I'd rent the house out for a few years and give it to Sam as a graduation present or something."

"William you basically bought a six-year-old a house!" Buffy couldn't get her head around it.

"Not really, more like I bought all of us a house...it was just a tiny possibility that I bought a six-year-old a house," he explained as if it made all the difference in the world.


"Okay, so you only possibly bought a house for a six-year-old...but don't you think you should have asked me first?"


"If for whatever God forsaken reason we didn't get together, then you really wouldn't have known about it...least not 'til I gave it to Sam. And anyway, not entirely sure you would have liked me telling you I was buying a house for the three of us to hopefully live in, if I had told you back when I bought it."


"When exactly did you buy it?"


"Few months ago," and he was back to the mumbling.


"William."


"Fine, I bought it the day after Angel told me about Darla. I'd thought about it before, but well, you were married then and...I bought it the day after that."


After a few seconds, Buffy was crying again. "Oh, luv, I didn't mean to make you cry! God, I bollocksed it all up! Stupid git. I'll just go get Sam and tell her-"


"William," Buffy stopped him, "I'm not upset with you, you didn't screw anything up in the least. It's just...this is so much today and I guess that it's just a little overwhelming...and that you had that much faith in me and loved me that much...even then. it's just..." she hugged him, not finishing what she was about to say.

"Just what, pet?"


"Just um...well I'm big on the girly girl-ness so I'm not going to, but if per se you would be interested in..." She was still hugging him, her face against his neck, "If you would decide to ask me a certain question, well I can tell you that you'd be in for a favorable answer."


William knew what she was implying and he was glad for it. "So, I take it we'll be moving in?"


"Definitely, let's go tell Sam!" Buffy was happy all over again.


William laughed at her happiness, she seemed so carefree, and followed as she pulled him along with his hand. "Sam? Where'd you go?"


"Look at the windows! Daddy, look!" He didn't think he'd ever get over hearing her call him that, "They're all coloured."


The living room had small stained glass windows on either side of the fireplace, above the built in bookshelves. "They're beautiful Sammy, I think your mum has something to tell you." He wanted Buffy to be the one to tell her.


"Sam, would you like it if the three of us lived here?"


"Can we? Can we!?" Sam asked bouncing around. "Can we? Can we? Pretty, pretty please!" Buffy took William's hand and leaned into him, nodding at their daughter with a smile. "Yay!" Sam hugged both of them tightly. "Can I pick my room?"


"Sure, cookie, just not the one up front," It would be his luck that she'd pick the only one she couldn't have. "Come on, let's go look." Sam practically drug him up the stairs, her tiny feet taking the steep steps much more easily than his larger ones.


Buffy thought about feeling left out, Sam always wanted William with her, but she couldn't seem to be anything other than extremely...content.

"Mommy, come help me pick!" Sam called out, just moments later.

"Okay, be there in a minute."


(*(**(()*)*)*)


Sam picked the room overlooking the backyard--the backyard that needed a swing set. The house was much bigger than it looked, with huge bedrooms and Buffy knew that they'd be able to get Sam a new bed. She'd have to measure the ceiling height later to see if a canopy bed would fit-


"Not to make you think I'm some creepy, obsessed with Sam guy, but, the ceiling," he pointed, "'Bout ten feet, easily high enough for a..." he didn't want to quite admit that he'd thought of Sam living there, having a beautiful canopy bed, a princess bed for his princess, but he had.


"Not creepy at all, good to know you're thinking about stuff like that. Makes me love you more too."


"Well then I guess I can tell you about that other picture Sam drew."


"God, you're sweet," she went up on her tip toes to kiss the corner of his mouth, before snuggling back into him.


"Oi!, I'm not sweet, I'm-"


"You're sweet, get used to it. It's a good thing."


"'Kay then. Want to talk about what furniture we need?"



TBC…. please review :)




Part II of All the Fun (of the Fair) will be posted on Friday :)





You must login (register) to review.