Buffy was up in her room thinking about when she was going to see Angel. The thought of him always made her happy and put a smile on her face. Then suddenly her phone rang and brought her out of her reverie.
“Hello.”
“Hey baby. How are you feeling?”
“I’m fine, now that you called me.”
“Have you talked to your friends?” She thought for quite a while before answering.
“No, but I plan to.”
“Sweetie, you have to talk to them. They’re your friends. You can probably tell them things that you can’t tell me.”
“That’s not true. I can tell you anything.”
“Buffy, you know what I mean. They are girls and you can tell them personal stuff.”
“I guess. Though can we not talk about this anymore? I just don’t want to think about Parker or what he’s done to me.”
“Okay. So what would you like to talk about?”
“Us. Also what is my Christmas gift?” He laughed at her question.
“I’m not telling you anything. Besides it’s a surprise and I know that you’ll love it.”
“But if you really live me, you’ll tell me.”
“Oh, you’re good, but I’m better. I love you, Buffy, but I’m still not telling you,” he said smiling at the other of the line.
“Fine. Be that way,” she huffed in frustration.
“Oh, don’t get mad. I’ll give you one clue. It has the both of us in it.”
“Okay, now you’re confusing me.” Angel started laughing again.
“Let’s forget about it. I’ll see for Christmas. ‘Night Buffy.”
“’Night, Angel.”
~*~*~*~*~*
It was finally Christmas Day and everyone’s household was excited for this moment to come. Christmas the most joyous time of the year was finally here. Angel was thrilled with the idea of seeing his girlfriend Buffy. He missed her so much. So as he was about to make his way out of his room his mother called out to him.
“Angel?”
“Yeah, Mom.”
“When are you going to bring Buffy over?”
“I promise you, she’ll be here for New Year’s Eve.”
“Okay.” The truth of the matter was that Angel never told anyone that lived with him about Buffy’s rape. He figured that when she came over, that he’d tell them.
~*~*~*~*~*
Buffy was finishing the last minute touches on her hair. She wore a black knee length skirt, a red sleeveless blouse and her long blonde hair was twisted into a bun and was held with a black clip. As she looked at her appearance once more in the mirror, she actually smiled at the reflection before her. She wasn’t back to her old self, though she knew that in time with the support of family, friends and especially Angel that she’d be smiling and forget all about Parker Abrams. The doorbell rang downstairs, which disturbed Buffy’s thoughts, but she realized that it must have been Angel.
“Merry Christmas, Mrs. Summers.”
“Merry Christmas to you, too. Come on in Angel.” He stepped inside the house as Buffy approached him.
“Merry Christmas, Angel. So what did you get me?” Angel laughed.