A/N: Well, this is the end!! I want to thank everyone for the great reviews and support, it really does help! Enjoy...

Wild Horses Couldn't Drag Me Away – Ch. 4

I know I dreamed you a sin and a lie,
I have my freedom but I don't have much time
Faith has been broken, tears must be cried,
Let's do some living after we die

Buffy tried to never think of that day five months ago when she came so close to getting what she and Angel had dreamed for their entire lives. She wrapped herself up in work, trying not to dwell on her failures. A failure. That's how she sometimes thought of herself these days. She now understood how Angel felt when he left her when she was eighteen. Back then she was the one with the world at her fingertips but Angel thought he was holding her back. Now, Angel was the one who could now get whatever he wanted and it was Buffy that was the problem. Even though their situation sucked, to be putting it bluntly, Buffy was almost glad that they had an understanding of each other's actions all those years ago.

Buffy and Willow were at work in one of the training rooms with two new slayers that had just been brought there. They were working on sparring with each other with wooden staffs while Willow and Buffy stood off to the side by the door and watched.

"Kelly! You're not watching her torso! You're focusing too much on the staff, but she can't go anywhere without her torso! Focus on that," Buffy yelled to one of the girls as one of the older slayers, Rachel, walked in with some lunch from a fast food place down the street. Willow looked over at Buffy, a little concerned that she had been snapping at the girls like this all morning. Buffy had been acting a little strange since her accident, but that was months ago…

Rachel came over to stand by Willow and Buffy as Buffy closed her eyes and rubbed her forehead with her hand and sighed. "Are you feeling okay?" Willow asked her.

"I don't know, I feel a little off, but I'm just tired. I've been working a lot lately and-Oh Lord what is that …smell!" Buffy exclaimed, looking at the food that Rachel was eating.

"Hey! What's wrong with Taco Bell?" Rachel said back to her before taking another bite.

Buffy cringed at the food as Willow ignored what Rachel said and asked quietly, "Did you throw up again this morning?" Buffy reluctantly nodded.

"Jeeze," Rachel said, her mouth full of burrito. "You've been cranky all day, you don't feel good, and Taco Bell repulses you. What're you pregnant or something?" Rachel murmured jokingly, completely unaware of Buffy's personal troubles.

She was so focused on her burrito that she missed Buffy and Willow look at each other with wide eyes before running out of the room.

"Oh God, I can't do it, I can't do it. You look," Buffy said, her eyes squeezed shut. After Rachel's comment, Buffy and Willow made a mad dash to the nearest drug store and bought as many pregnancy tests as they could carry. They locked themselves in the bathroom of Buffy and Angel's penthouse and all five pregnancy tests were laid out on the counter as the two women waited for time to be up. Buffy had stopped her pacing about a minute ago and was now sitting on the edge of the bathtub and was jiggling her right foot nervously.

"Okay, I'll look," Willow said, trying to be calm, but there was a little anxiety evident in her voice. Buffy held her breath and stared at Willow's back as she looked at the tests on the counter. After what seemed like an eternity Willow gave a gasp of surprise and turned to face Buffy.

"What…what is it!?" Buffy asked frantically. She felt like she was going to explode from anticipation.

A huge smile broke out on Willow's face as she said in whispered excitement, "Buffy, you're going to have a baby…"


Wild horses,
Couldn't drag me away,
Wild, wild horses,
We'll ride them someday

Angel closed the door behind him as softly as he could and quietly stepped into the dimly lit room. He walked over to the two chairs and table in the corner and placed his cup of coffee down amidst the half dozen or so vases of flowers and balloons that were on the table. He looked over at the hospital bed and was glad to see that Buffy was finally getting some sleep. She'd had a long and rough night. He walked over to the clear plastic hospital crib that was right next to the bed and peered in to look at the sleeping bundle. Angel smiled and gingerly scooped up his son as he started to stir. As Brody O'Connor opened his tiny eyes, Angel could see that they were exactly like his mother's. There was a little bit of dark brown fuzz on his head, and Dawn had sworn earlier that he would have the same brooding looks as his father when he was grown up.

"Hey there little guy," Angel whispered to his son as he brushed his finger across Brody's cheek. Brody reached up with a tiny hand and wrapped his fingers around Angel's. Angel let out a little chuckle and said, "That's right, I'm your Daddy." He then turned the baby so that he was facing Buffy, asleep in the bed. "And that's your Mommy right there. She's pretty, isn't she?" When Brody gave a little gurgle, Angel laughed quietly and said, "Yeah, I think so too." He looked from his wife back to his son. "And we both love you so much; you really don't know how special you are," Angel said with a sad smile as he thought about everything he and Buffy had gone through to get to where they were now.

Angel O'Connor, once a drunken Irishman turned Scourge of Europe turned Champion, looked at his wife and son and knew that this is what he was brought back from hell for; this was his purpose. He now had everything that he had been waiting nearly three centuries for.