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Chapter Twelve – Epilogue

Faith snuggled up to baby number one as Wesley snuggled up to baby number two on their bed at home. They hadn't named either one of them yet. They had only arrived home from the hospital a couple of hours before.

"OK, out with it, Wes," Faith said, wincing as baby number one sucked a little too hard nursing.

"I'm worried about Cordy. She's been through so much."

"Oh, like you haven't. It'll be fine. Angel will take care of her. Just be lucky they weren't here when these two decided to make their appearances. Thank God Giles wasn't there when they were born or Angel. They would have been all thumbs."

Wesley laughed. "You just didn't want them to see you giving birth."

"Hey, I didn't want you to see it either."

"But I've seen you before."

Faith stared at him, opened-mouth, reaching over to slap Wes's shoulder. "Where do you come up with those crass jokes, anyway?"

"Learned from the expert."

"Ha. Now what is really bothering you, besides Cordy."

"We haven't named them yet. Why don't you name the boy and I'll name the girl. Compromise?"

They had argued in the hospital over what to name them. So many names buzzed around in her head. Each time she suggested something, he would say no and vice versa. Thank goodness they had two, or they would never get named.

"Deal. You first. Come on, it was your idea."

Wesley had that I'm thinking hard face. "You'll laugh."

"Try me."

He reached over to stroke his infant son's face as he nursed. "Your grandmother's name was Grace, wasn't it?"

"Yes," she said hesitantly.

"Why don't we name the baby after her?"

Faith didn't know what to say. She didn't know he knew about her grandmother, the only blood relation that ever gave a damn about her. She had died when Faith was nine, leaving her to the devices of her mother. Her grandmother had been the only positive influence in her earlier years.

"I guess," Faith told him, not wanting to start crying.

"We could name her Cordelia Winifred Grace and call her Grace?"

Faith almost choked. He had wanted to put Cordy and Fred's names in front of Grace? What, was he kidding? But by the look on his face, he wasn't. She smiled when she saw the hesitant look on his face.

"Just as long as we don't call it Cordy."

"There is only one Cordy in the world, thank goodness. This one will be Grace. They will be honored, as I think that your grandmother would be honored too."

Faith smiled at his thoughtfulness. The other two women did mean a great deal to him. And she would do almost anything for him that he wanted.

"My turn?" she asked him. "OK, switch positions."

Wesley crawled over her as she made it to the other side of the bed to be near her daughter, now called Grace. Grace was getting fussy because she was just as hungry as her larger brother.

"Fire away."

"Liam Charles," she blurted out.

She knew she couldn't call it Angel. It would just be too weird. But Angel had told her at one point during one of the prison visits that his human name had been Liam. And she also just liked the name. The Charles would be for Gunn, who she knew would eventually make up with Wes for all that had happened between them. She'd see to it.

"Interesting choice. I like it."

"You're OK with it? You sure? I just thought it sounded nice, and with the last name that he'll have, it would just be easier to pronounce."

"It's perfect," he grinned back at her. "Will you marry me?"

Faith gasped, then choked when she swallowed wrong. Had she just heard him right? They hadn't discussed marriage at any time. As a matter of fact, they had both avoided the subject all together. She thought eventually they'd get around to it. Just not this soon.

"OK, I stuck my foot in my mouth on that one. I know we haven't discussed it, and I just thought."

Faith stopped him with a finger to his lips. "You're babbling."

"Yes, dear," he mumbled from underneath her finger.

"What'll you say guys?" she mock-asked the two babies. "He's a pretty good guy. Reads too many damn books, fights like a girl."

"Hey," Wesley protested. "Do not."

"OK. He fights better than he used to. He's funny, and useful around the house. Can make a mean cup of tea. He's kind of cute in that dorky way. He's a bit of a nerd. But really sexy and he'll defend you with his life if it came to that."

Wesley smiled widely at him. "Well, your mother is a bit of a bitch."

Faith covered Grace's ears. "Language."

"Just telling them the truth. They'll figure it out eventually. And she's tough, and beautiful and will be a great mother. And she can kick my ass if I don't behave."

Faith smacked him on the shoulder. "Focus."

"And I love her so much I sometimes can't stand it. So, what'll you say, kids?"

Both had fallen asleep in between their parents, completely oblivious to the conversation.

"We'll take that as a yes. This is probably as quiet as they'll ever be," Faith pointed out.

Wesley got up on his knees to kneel over Faith. She came to her knees right beside him. "I love you."

"I love you too, big guy. Do I have to wear white?"

"You can wear whatever you like."

"How about nothing?"

"I don't think that the guests will like that."

"They probably would, those perverts. Yes, yes, yes."

Just then, one of the infants started screaming, which made the other scream back.

"See? Told ya," Faith continued.

Wesley laughed and pulled her into an embrace.

In the future …

The alleyway was filled with demons of all shapes and sizes. The two in the middle fought them off as best they could.

"I told you not to come," the girl bellowed, backing up against the boy to cover his back.

"Do I ever listen?"


They kept hacking away, taking some of the demons down. But there was just too many.

"This isn't working," the boy pointed out.

"No shit," the girl agreed, swinging out at a demon that tried to take a chunk out of the boy.

"Never thought it would end this way," the boy wanted the girl who defended him to know.

"Not over 'til it's over, boy."

Just then, a light came out of the girl, knocking the demons down. The girl collapsed against the boy, drained from the power she just emitted.

"Oh, crap. You're not supposed to do that," the boy pointed out, turning to his companion.

"Not much choice," she moaned out before slipping into unconsciousness.

The boy picked her up, since she was small and light as a feather, leaving the carnage in the alley for someone else to find and clean up.

"Da's gonna kill me. And your mom is gonna freak out. And Uncle Wes will have my hide. I'll let you explain it to them then."

The boy carried his fighting companion all the way home. Thank goodness she was with him that night. Being younger than she was, he wasn't even supposed to be out at night, much less fighting demons. His dad had forbid it. But he had followed her anyway. Now he was glad he did.