Stumble Into Grace- Chapter 27


2 months later

I look around balcony. I think I've got everything ready. There are fat vanilla candles all over the place. There's a tiny table set for dinner. I had an Italian place that Buffy loves cater. There's also a bottle of champagne. I really hope we'll have something to celebrate tonight. I've hidden a portable CD player in a bank of flowers. Music fills the air, but it's soft, quiet. It's a CD of Buffy's, Sarah Mclachlan I think. Cleveland is cooperating with me. The night sky above glimmers with stars. I look down at myself. I'm wearing the clothes that make Buffy go "all girly" as she says. I've got on black pants, a white wife beater and my leather jacket. I glance at my watch. She should be home any minute now. I sit in my wheelchair looking out at the night sky and taking deep breaths.

I hear the door open.

"Angel," She calls out.

"Outside," I yell back.

The French door opens behind me and Buffy steps out onto the balcony. She wraps her arms around from behind and kisses my neck.

"Mmmmm Angel, this is nice." She says.

I smile. "Go sit down at the table."

She looks at me questioningly but does as I ask. I roll my wheelchair back a bit and reach over in the corner, where I've hidden a cane. It's actually a really snazzy looking one with a silver wolf head on top. I special ordered it a couple of weeks ago from England. I put the brakes on my wheelchair and look up at Buffy. She has covered her mouth with her hands and her eyes glisten with unshed tears. I stand up, leaning on my cane and then straighten. I walk toward her and my steps are solid and normal. I'm not as graceful or agile as I once was. I may never be but I'm walking toward Buffy.

She's crying openly by now. Her eyes are the brightest green.

"Buffy, I love you. I love you now, I loved you 10 years ago, I think I've loved you my entire life. I love you in this dimension, I loved you in Hell, I loved you in Pylea and I loved you in another reality and there's no doubt in my mind, I will love you in Heaven. Please be my wife."

She stands up and walks to me. She wraps her arms around my waist and rests her head against my chest, listening to my heartbeat for a moment. I hold my breath. She could say no, she could say she wasn't done baking yet. I swallow.

"I was born to be your wife." She whispers.

She tilts her face up to mine. I lean over and taste her lips. She tastes like ice cream and chocolate and purity. Her little body presses up against mine. I've missed this. I've missed feeling the ground underneath my feet tilt when she presses her body the length of mine. Her lips find the pulse in my neck and kiss it tenderly and nips at it. I groan.

"Baby, if you keep that up dinner is not going to get eaten." I growl.

"To hell with dinner, I'm starving for you." She whispers in my ear.


The curtains in the bedroom are flung open. Buffy and I lay in bed watching the sun rise. I run my finger down her nose and bring it to rest on her lips.

"Where do you want to go for the honeymoon?" I ask.

She stretches and purrs a little. "I was thinking maybe Rome."

"Rome is good." I say and kiss the crown of her head. I watch as she drifts reluctantly into sleep. She wiggles, trying to keep herself awake.

"I want to stay awake so this day can keep happening." She says her voice is heavy with sleep.

"Sleep, we'll make another one just like it tomorrow." I promise, and this time I mean it.

I watch as she drifts off into slumber. I love watching her sleep. It occupied a huge chunk of mine time in Sunnydale. I bury my nose in her hair and close my eyes. What Buffy and I have now is more then happiness, more then love. It's grace. It was a hellish road getting here, but I learned something along the way. You can't work hard enough for grace and you can't force it, but if you're really lucky sometimes you'll stumble into it.