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NA GRACH CROI



Epilogue:


‘Northern Ireland; 1927’


Buffy O’Hara sat on the porch of her home, the O’Hara farm and watched ten children at play on the front lawn.

Her and her Will’s son, Patrick, had taken charge of the army of O’Hara and Harris children as they rampaged around the area, playing war or something. At ten, Patrick O’Hara was the spitting image of his father, right down to William’s intense blue eyes. His little sister, Dawn, who was eight, also had their father’s blue eyes. Buffy’s green eyes had not appeared in their offspring until little Tara, who was now six years of age. Collin, the youngest, who was barely three had Buffy’s green orbs, also, but he already favored his father, William O’Hara, in his other physical features.

Xander and Nancy Harris’s youngest child, Sean, chased after Dawn O’Hara, squealing wildly. The two older Harris boys were out and about with their parents, somewhere.

Angel O’Hara stood next to his older brother, William, as the two men watched their offspring, contently. Angel and Cordelia O’Hara’s three children, Liam, Careen and Colleen, skipped about the front yard, following their idol, their cousin Patrick about as if he were a God.

Sean Fitzgerald’s two children, Sean Jr. and Seamus, stumbled along after the O’Hara brood. All of them squealed and laughed, merrily, as they played their game of war to win the flag. Except of course, Patrick, who at ten, was far too old to carry on in such a wild, childish manner.

After courting Cordelia Chase for the unheard short time of three months, Angel had married her. Their three children came quickly after that, as did William’s and Buffy’s last three.

“What does Tara say?” William asked as he sat down next to Buffy and took her tiny hand in his. Buffy still held the letter that the O’Hara sister had sent to them, just received today.

“She and Willow’s shop is fine,” Buffy smiled softly and squeezed Will’s hand in hers. “They’re doing quite well in California. I’m glad they went ahead and decided to set up shop there, near Los Angeles. I think the girls fit right in, don’t you?”

Spike glanced at his wife and nodded, reluctantly. He had been sad when his only sister left Ireland, with her best friend, to start a new life in America. Everyone had been pretty surprised by it, as Tara always seemed a bit shy and reserved. It had been her idea, though, and since neither of Willow or Tara seemed interested in any of the local men, or marriage, their move had worked out.

Long ago Spike had come to the conclusion that Tara loved Willow more then she would ever love another man, so, he encouraged the women to strike out on their own. Just as he had accepted the fact that after Angel married Cordelia, they would live in Balleycastle. This way, Angel could become true partners with Mr. Chase, in his mercantile business,which had been expanding steadily over the past ten years.

“Any big news?” William asked Buffy, bringing her hand to his mouth, for a kiss.

“Well, they’re expanding the shop, again. California has been quite good to Tara and Willow, Will, I’m glad they took a chance and moved there.”

“True. I was sad to see Tara go so far away, but if it’s what was best for her, then so be it.” Spike smiled down at his little wife of eleven years. She was as tiny and beautiful as the first time he laid eyes on her, in Belfast, years before.

Buffy watched her husband, carefully, noting the contentment in his blues eyes. Once again, she was happy that her and Will had decided to stay in Ireland, on the farm. She had been a little gun shy at first, still worried about her past haunting them, but that had been a waste of time. Their neighbors and friends had always welcomed Buffy with open arms and she belonged here now. Happily, she always would.

“Well,” Spike sighed, “I suppose we should get the Fitzgerald terrors back up to their house, huh Angel? The dark haired man nodded in response. He was still the quiet one of the family, but now it was more from honest contentment and happiness, not bitterness anymore.

“Patrick,” Buffy called out to her son, “round up your sisters and brother, Daddy is going to take Sean and Seamus home. You go with him, dear,” she smiled, warmly at her little man.

“Yes, Ma,” Patrick grinned and began to rustle up his siblings, with great authority. He strutted about, like an army officer and barked orders to the younger children.

“He always watches out for them, doesn’t he?” Spike grinned as he watched his oldest son taking charge of the young ones.

“Always,” Buffy murmered, lovingly, “just like his Dad, always watching out for his family.”

“I love you, Buffy, with all of my heart,” Spike whispered as he leaned over and kissed his wife on her warm, flushed cheek.

“I love you, Will. Oh, and Will,” Buffy gazed into her husbands, loving blue eyes. She blushed brightly with shyness, as she always had and always would.

“I wondered,” she whispered with a little giggle, “what do you truly think of William for a boy’s name?”

“Well,” Spike began, a little confused, “I like it enough, I guess,” he scratched his head. “But, wait a minute,” he sat up and stared in shock at his wife. “Are you saying?”

“That I am, William O’Hara,” Buffy giggled happily, placing his hand on her tummy. “Another O’Hara is on the way and I’m more then certain that it’s another boy, so, this time I’m putting my foot down. His name ‘will’ be William.”

She set her mouth in a stubborn line and raised her right brow at her husband. Buffy was rewarded with a quick grin from Will and another kiss on her mouth this time.

“William will be fine, Princess,” he chuckled, gleefully, “as long as he’s healthy, happy and grows to be a good man. Then any name will suit him.”

“Yes,” Buffy agreed with a warm smile, “I know my boys and my girls will grow to be good people. They have you, Will, as their father. You and your good, strong, loving heart.”


The End


A/N: Thank you to everyone who read this fiction. Thanks for the reviews. Luv, Spufette





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