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Chapter 9

Sleeping never came easy for him, especially when he was in a couch that was not really very comfortable. He would have loved to blame himself for his situation but he didn’t. It was only right to let the lady have the bed. He might have known to have turned into a grouch but he still knew how to treat a lady right, and letting her sleep on the couch while you snore yourself to sleep inside a big comfy bed is not it. As he stirred again for the endmost time tonight he heard soft whimpers, he tried to ignore it but somewhere in him told him to get up. Maybe it’s because he couldn’t sleep and decided to check it out since he had nothing else better to do or maybe it’s his fatherly instincts finally kicking in, whatever it was it made him go and take a peek inside the room where his daughter and her nanny resided.

She saw her sleeping soundly on the bed and couldn’t help but let his eyes linger on her for a moment, he didn’t know why he did, he was suppose to be married… used to be a married man and this is not how they, what he used to be, acted around women… very beautiful attractive women. He shook his head to clear his thoughts, that have never crossed his mind before and he didn’t know why it did now.

His pondering was interrupted by his daughter crawling over to the foot of the bed and pulling on his sweatpants. He looked down on her and swept her up in his arms, “couldn’t get to sleep too huh?”

Buffy stirred in bed, she was always a light sleeper which is probably a good thing given her job. As she opened her tired eyes, she felt someone looking her way, that feeling when you just know that someone is fixing their eyes on you. When her vision cleared he saw William on the left side of the bed trying to keep a restless Prue from moving too much and trying to get her back to sleep.

“Hey,” he had greeted her when he saw her looking their way, “how’d you sleep?”

“Is it morning already?”

William shook his head, “It’s midnight.”

“Then, not very good” she answered as she sat up in bed, and tried to calm the little girl down. “You couldn’t sleep?” she asked about his presence, surely if he were sound asleep in that very uncomfortable couch outside he couldn’t have heard Prue soft cries for attention. William shook his head, as he sat beside the bed Prue on his lap, “Couch not very comfortable then?”

“You could only imagine.”

“I told you should have taken the bed.”

“Now that wouldn’t have been very gentlemanly of me now would it?” Buffy scoffed that earned him a stern look.

“So you’d rather not sleep at all, then? Is that better?”

“Well, of course not. But that’s beside the point.”

“The point being what?” he shrugged in response. “Look why don’t you take the bed, I can’t go back to sleep anyway.”

“Yeah?” She nodded with a smile on her face, “How about this little girl?” he asked pertaining to the little girl bouncing on his lap, how could she possibly have so much energy in the middle of the night.

“Oh, she can sleep anywhere?” William raised a brow asking her to continue, “Yeah, just put her down in any hard surface and she’d be fine.”

“And this comes from the woman I trust my child with?” He shook his head in false disappointment.

“Well you should have thought twice about that now… shame on you.”

William was laughing with her, he couldn’t remember the last time he had such a great time just talking and chatting about nonsense with… well anyone. This woman brought out sides of him he didn’t know existed or things he thought were long lost, buried to the ground the day he had been widowed.

“So...” they tried to make themselves comfortable on the bed, Prue in between them, finally out of energy and sleeping soundly. They had talked for he didn’t know how long as they waited for his little girl to fall back to sleep. And up to this moment Buffy didn’t seem to open up about herself. “I’ve been yapping here all night, and I have not known a single thing about you. Do tell me what’s the story of Buffy Summers?”

“I have no story?”

“Come on, everyone has a story…” he persisted as he rest his head on his elbows.

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Night had come and gone and he still couldn’t sleep, he and Buffy had talked till the wee hours of the night or rather morning until he noticed that she was beginning to get sleepy despite her testament of not being able to go back to bed after she had woken up. He had told her to rest herself and he’d be right there on the other side of the bed trying to get as much rest as possible. But the truth was he couldn’t, all he could do the remaining of the time was stare at the beauty before him.

And when he finally decided to get his butt off the bed and do something he found himself in the small confine of the kitchen trying to make himself breakfast, his stomach was growling and he needed a quick fix as he heated himself a pot of coffee.

Later as he cooked up the bacon and eggs Joyce had packed for them, he didn’t know how she could possibly have known that they would be needing it. Maybe she had a hunch they would be spending the night? Woman and their instincts he thought, which wasn’t so bad considering his stomach was growling just by the aroma of the food.

“Morning!” Buffy came out from the back, hair tousled in all the wrong places, hair he’s like to run his hands through, as she yawned. “What smells so delicious?”

“Morning to you too!” He looked up from the stove, “Do you want breakfast?”

“You’re making me breakfast?”

“Sure, why not.” He answered her nonchalantly.

“Okay then…” she replied as she sat on one of the stools over the counter.

“So where’s Prue?” He asked as he placed the plate bacon and eggs right in front of her then went and grabbed some bread in the bag Joyce had packed.

“Inside,” she pointed to the back than served as their bedroom for the night, “I think she was too exhausted from last night.” William grabbed the seat beside her.

“Dig in.” he pointed to the food he had prepared for them to devour. Buffy hesitantly grabbed a slice of bread and a strip of bacon as she chewed on. Instead of having some himself, William couldn’t help but stare at her mouth as she chewed.

“I had a great time yesterday…” William was pulled of his stare as Buffy talked to him.

“Yeah…”

“Especially last night… It was nice to just sit down and talk…”

“Yeah…” He didn’t know how it happened, who leaned in first but soon he was finding her face a mere inch away from his, they were so close that he could hear her breathing, the slow steady beating of her heart and as their lips were about to brush upon each other…

“ring… ring…”

Buffy was pulled out of her trance, he blinked her eyes. They almost kissed! She realized and she didn’t know if it were a bad thing that it was cut short by the stupid ringing of the phone or if she were relived by it.

“I need to take this.” William said as he stood and proceeded to the upper deck.

to be continued...





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