The Taken Care Of Series

A New Home, A New Beginning

Taken Care Of Series - part 15

Title: Taken Care Of Series– A New Home, A New Beginning.

Author: Bek Allen

Chapter: 15/16

Feedback: Yes please. However, Flames will be given to my neurotic cat to play with as she sees fit.

Notes: Well, at the start of this story, I kept Spike's love interest a secret, some people didn't like it, some people didn't mind it, and some people just didn't care, as long as Buffy and Giles were happy. And, well, now, as promised (kept you waiting long enough didn't I?) by me to you, Buffy/Giles smut. This chapter is NC17+, so, little kiddies, please keep away or I'll be forced to hunt you down, and smack your bums.

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She rolled over and into her lover's arms. “Morning,” She smiled as she snuggled closer to him. “Did you sleep well?” Buffy looked up and into Giles' bright green eyes.

He nodded as he smiled down at her. “We're going to have a baby.” His voice filled with awe. His hand snaked between them until it came to rest over her stomach, “I-I wasn't even s-sure it was p-possible. The Council would frown upon it, surely.”

“Yeah, but, since when did I ever do anything that The Council was enthused about?” She smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck, running her fingers through his hair. “You know us; we never play by The Council's rules.”

Giles laughed and bent his head to capture her lips in a soft kiss. “You are truly, an amazing woman.”

“You're just as amazing.” She smiled and rolled them over until she was on top of him, her head bent down to capture his mouth in a kiss that escalated from soft and tender, to hard and passionate, her hair falling around them to form a curtain from anyone that may barge in.

He moaned softly as she stretched out on top of him, her legs straddling his hips. “Buffy…” He whispered, his hands coming up to caress her breasts as he captured her bottom lip between his teeth and pulled gently. At her soft moan he moved one of his hands to the back of her head, pulling her down in a hard kiss as he thrust his hips up gently.

Smiling against his mouth, she broke away from the kiss and began to slide down his body. Pressing her mouth to the hollow of his throat, she drew one hand down his body, caressing the soft flesh of his belly as she made her way to the waistband of his boxer shorts. Hooking two fingers under the elastic band, she stripped him of his last vestige of clothing that was between them. Grinning up at him from her position near his feet, she pulled her nightgown over her head and threw it on the floor where it joined his already discarded boxer shorts.

Smiling in return, Giles pulled himself into a sitting position wrapping Buffy's legs around his waist, bringing her closer to him. She smiled her eyes bright with the love that had passed between them. Shifting up slightly, Buffy guided him to her; sinking his cock into her tight channel as she lowered herself back down. When he was fully sheathed inside her, he looked up at her face, a mask of concentration and desire. Reaching up, Giles pulled her face closer until they were locked in a deep, passionate kiss until their need for oxygen pulled them apart. As Giles shifted slightly underneath her, Buffy grinned and began a slow rising and falling as began to ride him, using his shoulders to keep her balance.

His hands gripped her hips, controlling the pace at which she thrust down upon him. His eyes traveled across her body, only to settle on the firm breasts bobbing in front of him. Tilting his head forward, he caught one of her rosy nipples in his mouth; the soft pants she had been emitting turned to mewls of pleasure as he teased the hardened bud with his tongue.

As he continued to nuzzle her breasts, Giles held Buffy closer. He could feel his own release approaching quickly as her slick channel contracted around him. Sliding one of his hands down across her hip, he trailed his fingers through the damp next of dark curls of her sex, seeking out the distended bundle of nerves. As he rolled it between his thumb and forefinger, Buffy lifted his head for her eyes to meet his and it was then that he noticed the unshed tears glistening in her eyes.

Suddenly their bodies tensed as their climax threatened to wash over them. Dipping her head momentarily, Buffy caught Giles' lips in a hard kiss before each of them threw their heads back and cried out their release. As they came back down, Buffy slumped forward toppling them both to the mattress. Their short gasps of laughter where broken only by their loud moans as their landing sent Giles' deeper inside of her.

“It should always be like that.” Buffy grinned before kissing him softly.

“Hmm?” He replied, his hand caressing her soft, golden hair.

“When we…” Buffy was cut short by a brief knock at the door and someone clearing their throat.

“B-B-Buffy?” Came the tentative voice from the other side of the door.

“Just a second!” She called out as she pulled away from Giles to reach for her robe on the floor at the side of the bed. She had to stifle a laugh as Giles, in his haste, rolled; entangled in the bedclothes and fell to the floor with a soft thump.

Opening the door slightly, her robe pulled tightly around her naked body, she smiled brightly. “Morning Tara,” She opened the door a little wider and stepped into the hall. Giles, caught off guard by Buffy opening their bedroom door wider, tripped again in an effort to cover his semi-naked form.

Biting her tongue, Buffy closed the door against his string of obscenities. “What's up?” She grinned at the blushing girl.

“D-Dawn and Willow were wondering if you a-and G-Giles wanted to have some breakfast b-before we leave to see the house.” She grinned slightly and pointed to the clock on the hall table. “It's almost eleven and A-Anya and Xander are going to m-meet us there at half p-past.”

Buffy's eyes grew wide. “Ten minutes tops! Coffee, tea, toast and fruit,” She opened the bedroom door again and flew inside, kicking it closed as she began a race around the room for clothes to wear. She rummaged through her drawers and pulled out underwear and socks, before heading to the closet and tossing a summer dress on the bed.

As she entered the bathroom, she heard Giles' soft voice floating about the sound of the running water. “Giles What are you doing?” She exclaimed as she pushed the shower curtain aside.

Again, caught off guard, he spun around, dropping the bottle of shower gel he had been using. “Well, it appears that I am having a shower in order to remain hygienically clean and naturally, because I want to smell like peaches and cream.” He waved the bottle of liquid soap in her face after he bent to retrieve it from the floor.

“Well, get out!” She threw her robe over the sink and stood there looking at him.

The room was filled with silence, save for the sound of running water. After a moment, a giggle burst forth and Buffy couldn't help it, she clutched her sides and doubled over. Giles followed shortly, his hearty chuckle echoing throughout the tiled room.

“Move over.” Buffy smiled between giggles as she stepped into the shower.

As she stepped in front of him under the warm spray, Giles' hands went around her middle to rest lightly over her stomach. His face full of awe at the mere thought of the life growing inside the woman he loved. In truth, he could not have been more proud of her; she had overcome everything that the world had thrown her way, death, Quentin Travers, being torn from Heaven by those she held dear to her, an absentee father… Through it all, he had seen her rebel and mature, making her the woman who would bare his child. Giles had to squeeze his eyes shut as tears threatened to overcome him.

Buffy grinned as she ran the soft scrub over her chest and arms before letting the water wash the softly scented suds away. They had spent most of the night talking about the house they were to look at, including plans for the upcoming baby and her safety. Turning in Giles' arms, she looked up at him, caught off guard by the emotions playing across his face, pride, awe, and happiness. She ran her fingers down his cheek before standing on tip toe and pressing a light kiss to his lips.

“We should go,” Buffy whispered, “Otherwise Dawn will come crashing through the door to make sure we're ready to leave and that is one therapy bill I really don't want to have to pay.”

He chuckled as he reached behind her to turn off the taps before helping her from the shower. “I'm sure she'd get over it.” They toweled off and got dressed, heading downstairs to face the impatient crowd gathered in the kitchen.

Dawn looked up as they entered, hand in hand and smiled up at the happy pair, her jacket already wrapped around her shoulders. Bouncing out of her seat, she headed for the back door, “Good, we can leave now.” She opened the door, ready to head for the car.

“Dawn, I really do think a modicum of patience would be more appropriate.” Giles chastised her lightly before sitting down and sipping at his now tepid cup of tea.

“I have been patient since seven this morning Giles.” She whined before closing the door and slumping back into her chair. Dawn rolled her eyes. She was happy that Buffy had found her place with Giles, he was a much better partner for her then anyone else Buffy had been with, and most importantly, he loved her more then life itself as he'd so adamantly told her when she'd given him the third degree about just what their relationship meant to him; but that didn't make him safe from the same teasing she'd afforded the other men Buffy had dated previously. “And now, because you decided to spend most of your morning ‘having orgasms' as Anya would put it, we're going to be late and we're not going to get to see the house.”

At Dawn's comment about their morning, both Slayer and Watcher turned evil glares on the young woman, while Tara and Willow sat by the breakfast bar, twin looks of astonishment on their faces.

“I'm gonna kill her.” Buffy grumbled into her orange juice, her cheeks turning beet red.

“Yes, remind me to have a talk with Anya and Xander later on this afternoon about privacy and what not to say around children.” Giles' glare still burned into Dawn, but he couldn't keep the tiny smirk from playing at the corners of his mouth.

“HEY! I am not a child!” She began to protest, her arms crossing her chest as she pouted.

Buffy smirked as she downed the orange juice Tara and placed in front of her. “Can we at least have breakfast Dawn?” She asked as she popped an apple slice into her mouth, “Not all of us have the luxury of being in bed at a decent hour.”

“It's not my fault you were out in the small hours of the morning killing things.” The younger girl griped; her arms crossed over her chest.

Rolling her eyes, Buffy picked up a buttery slice of toast as Giles put his cup down. “The house isn't going anywhere Dawn, it'll still be there in ten minutes.”

“This is the Hellmouth…” She began to protest.

“Keep whining like that Dawn, and I'll make you stay here while we go check out the house.” Buffy smirked as her sister turned a stony glare towards her.

Sighing, Giles rose before the argument could spiral out of control. “I believe we should be going now.” He smiled down at Dawn as she jumped up and flew out the door squealing happily.

Willow grinned as she came down the stairs. “We're leaving now?” She asked hopefully as she came to stand beside Tara, her arms going around the curvy blonde's waist.

“Either that, or Giles is trying to placate Dawn so we can eat.” Buffy smirked as she finished off another slice of toast.

“Really Buffy,” Giles sighed. “I would never try to mollify Dawn just so we could eat in peace.” He reached down and snatched up the last piece of toast before Buffy could blink. “Besides, we really must be going; Xander and Anya will most likely be waiting.”

Tara and Willow smiled as the slipped on their jackets before heading out to the car.

“I still can't believe you're both pregnant.” Willow grinned brightly as they left the house.

“You and me both Will.” Buffy smiled brightly as Giles slung his arm around her shoulder. “I think if it hadn't have been for Anya, I'd probably still be passed out on the bedroom floor.”

Waiting until the two witches were safely out of ear shot, Buffy turned to face Giles whose face was red from his barely suppressed laughter, “And you, don't even get me started ‘I would never try to mollify Dawn…'” She told him in her best British accent, her jaw clenched tight to keep from bursting into giggles herself. “One of these days, she'll kick you in the shin and it'll be your own fault.” She smirked and shook her head, “I swear you're as bad as each other.”

Giles collected their jackets from the stand by the back door and held Buffy's out to her as he grinned, “I can't very well help it if she makes it easy for me to pick on her, aside from Spike, she's the only one who I can actually get away with teasing. You and everyone else don't even give me a chance to get a word in edgewise most of the time.”

Her smile lit up the entire room as she turned to him, watching as he swallowed the last of the toast. “Are you saying we talk too much?” Her eyebrow rose slightly as she awaited his answer.

He put on a look of shock as he gazed down at her, “I would never suggest that you lot talk too much. Why, the very idea would just be absurd.”

“Okay, remember when I first told you, you were abusing sarcasm? Well, you're doing it again.” She smiled and shoved him out the door, pulling it shut behind her. “Come on Watcher Man, let's go see this house before Dawn blows a gasket.”

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“H-have you thought about what you'd like to have?” Tara asked quietly as she slid into the back seat of the SUV Buffy and Giles had bought just shortly after her birthday.

“I was thinking natural child birth… Although, when my Mom told me the story of the day I was born, it kind of made me think about how natural, natural child birth was with the amount of drugs used to keep you sedated and oblivious to the pain.” Buffy pulled the passenger door closed and buckled her seat belt.

At Tara's blush, Giles smiled. “Buffy, I do believe Tara was referring to the sex of the baby.” He turned the key in the ignition and pulled out the drive before turning into the street.

“Oh!” She turned in her seat and shot the young Wicca an apologetic look. “Actually, I hadn't really thought about it. I'll just be grateful if it has two arms, two legs, one head, ten fingers and ten toes.” She smiled at the thought of what it would be like to hold her own child in her arms and count each limb and appendage.

“Well, I hope you have a girl.” Dawn piped up. “That way, I can pretty much continue the Summers cycle of torment.” She smirked as Dawn gave her his patented ‘hairy eyeball.' “Kidding… Honest.” She held her hands up in mock surrender. “But, a little girl would be nice.”

Buffy smiled. “I think I'd prefer a little boy.” She smiled at the girls in the back seat. “Can you imagine a mini-Giles running about?” The car was filled with a chorus of ooh's and aah's as they discussed the cuteness factor of Giles' possible son.

Giles smiled and made his way to the car; unlocking it, he slid in behind the wheel and waited until everyone was belted in before reversing down the drive way and making his way towards the home on Crawford street.

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As the house came into view, the idle chatter emanating from the back seat came to an abrupt halt and all four girls staring agape at the house that loomed in front of them. It was bigger then any of them had imagined it to be.

Suddenly, a cry from Dawn broke the silence that had settled over the car and she pointed past Tara and out the window, “Look! Xander and Anya are already here!” She cried as the car came to a complete stop in the circular driveway. Unbuckling her belt, she scrambled over Tara's lap and out the door, racing towards the couple.

“Hey!” Buffy called after her sister, “You could have at least waited until Tara was OUT of the car before crawling over her lap.” Dawn waved her off as she ran up to Xander and Anya, greeting them with hugs before standing beside Anya, her hands on her hips as the pair glared at Xander.

“I-it's okay Buffy,” Tara smiled softly, “If I were her age and I was seeing this place for the first time, I'd climb over anyone who w-was in my w-way too.” Undoing her seat belt, Tara slid out of the car and waited for Willow to come around and join her before the couple made their way to the others.

“Buffy?” Giles asked softly after she'd nodded at Tara and continued to stare, open-mouthed at the house. “Are you alright?”

“Its just… wow. This place is huge Giles.” She turned to look at him, “I mean, do you think we can afford it?” She turned to look at the meticulous front garden, trying to take it all in.

“I know it's a little… bigger… then what any of us are used to, but, our family is rather large and I see no sense in all of us living apart, when in the coming months, we're going to be protecting not one, but two pregnant women. It'll make things a lot easier if we're all together, especially if when it comes to using protection spells and wards.” He smiled down at her and reached for her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “And, as for price, I'm sure we can manage it, as Xander is frequently reminding me, the high death toll in Sunnydale makes for low property rates. What would probably cost us, more then likely over one million dollars anywhere else in the world, will probably only cost us a few hundred thousand dollars here in Sunnydale.”

Buffy nodded slowly, “Okay, but, I think we should all chip in. Truly make it OURS .”

He nodded his agreement before getting out of the car and making his way to her door before opening it and helping her out of the SUV. “Alright then luv, we'll go catch up with the others before the realtor gets here then shall we?”

She nodded and smiled, wrapping her arm around Giles' waist she noticed for the first time, the Anya, Willow, Tara and Dawn had all stepped back from Xander, shaking their heads. “Looks like we've got a stand-off. You don't think they're fighting over rooms already do you?” Buffy asked quietly as she tilted her head to look up at Giles.

“I doubt it, Xander's the only one besides Spike and myself to have seen the interior of the house so far, and he promised to reserve judgment until you and Anya had seen the inside.” He bent his head and pressed a kiss to her forehead before straightening up again.

“It's perfectly suitable, tell ‘em Buff.” Xander pleaded as they approached the small group.

“Tell them what?” She asked, wary of what it was exactly that Xander was trying to get her to agree to.

“Xander thinks that, Alexander Harris Junior is a suitable name for a small and vulnerable child.” Anya supplied before turning her glare back to her husband.

“It is!” He protested, his eyes wide, “What's wrong with being called ‘Junior'?”

“What's right with it?” Dawn commented, staring at him in disbelief.

“Sorry Xand, but, the girls are right.” Buffy smiled apologetically, “Calling your kid ‘Junior' is just plain evil.”

“Exactly!” Dawn grinned and nodded in agreement. “It's like giving every bully on the school playground an open invitation to kick his ass.”

“Fine then, Giles will back me up, right G-Man? I mean, wouldn't you just love a little Rupert Junior?” He turned to the older man, his eyes full of hope as he continued to plead his case.

“Over my dead body.” Buffy and Dawn said simultaneously.

“I'm dreadfully sorry Xander, but, the girls are right, calling any child Junior is atrocious, the poor thing will have to deal with incessant teasing, not to mention, they'll probably get called Junior right up until their dying day, and it's not fair to do that to an innocent child. And how many times do I have to ask you to please never call me that ever again.” He reached up and took his glasses off, cleaning them on the edge of his sweater.

Xander threw his hands up in the air in surrender and turned away from the small group, “Let's just go check out the house before I get a Slayer sized beating from my wife.” His shoulders slumped in defeat as they made their way to the front door.

The five girls giggled at Anya's victory over the name of their child and Giles rolled his eyes, sometimes he found it hard to believe that they had all grown up into the responsible adults he knew and cared for. Draping his arms over both Buffy and Dawn's shoulders, he lead them to the front door giving them each a brief squeeze before the sound of a horn made him turn around. With a small wave and a tiny smile, he watched as the realtor stepped from the car and made her way towards them.

“Good morning Mister Giles, Mister Harris,” she smiled politely at the two men before turning to face the cluster of young women. “Hello, I'm Ingrid Jackson from Sunnydale Homes, you all must be the rest of the family I've heard so much about.” She greeted the girls in turn with a warm handshake before stepping past them to open the double doors leading inside the home. “Mister Barrett not able to make it today then?” She asked as she ushered them inside.

“I'm afraid not,” Giles gave her one of his most charming smiles before placing his hand in the small of Buffy's back. “H-he,” He fumbled for the right excuse.

“He has to work the nightshift tonight, you know how it is, work all night, sleep all day.” Buffy smiled politely as she curled her arm around Giles' waist.

The estate agent smiled and nodded slightly before closing the door and leading them further into the house. “Now, feel free to look around, there are three levels, five if you include the basement and the attic. I'll be here if you have any questions.”

Buffy and Giles watched the others scamper off to different parts of the house, excited squeals and sounds of awe drifting further away as they went deeper into the house. Turning, Buffy smiled politely at Ingrid, “I think I'd like a guided tour if that's okay?” She asked, offering the older woman a small smile.

“No problem,” she grinned and waved her hand in the direction the others had run off to, “It can be a little overwhelming if you go off by yourself.” Turning, she gestured for Buffy and Giles to follow her as she made her way toward the kitchen and dining room area.

Buffy stood in awe at the massive kitchen that spread out before her, which lead to a formal dining room. “Wow.”

“As you can see, the bench tops are all stainless steel, as are the appliances; the dishwasher, the refrigerator, the oven and the stove, as well as the range hood. Now, the stove and the oven are electric, as is the hot water system. All of the windows that you see in the house, including French doors and such leading outside, are double-glazed. Sunnydale can sometimes get quite noisy at night, especially in this part of town, with Weatherly Park being nearby and two of our twelve cemeteries. “ Ingrid smiled politely before moving to the dining room.

Giles began to follow when he noticed Buffy was still standing in the door to the kitchen, her mouth agape. Rolling his eyes, he reached for her hand, gently pulling her along.

Snapping out of it, Buffy looked around the kitchen one last time, the walls, as with what she'd seen of the house so far, were wood paneling. “Um, Ms. Jackson?” Buffy asked quietly, her eyes still roaming around the kitchen.

“Oh, Ingrid, please dear. Ms Jackson makes me sound too old.” She smiled and looked at Buffy expectantly.

“The um, the pantry?” She asked looking around the kitchen again.

“Oh dear!” Ingrid grinned, chuckling to herself, “I almost forgot.” She walked up to a large door in the paneling and turned the handle, opening to reveal a large walk in larder.

Buffy's eyes widened as she turned to Giles, “Xander is never to be on kitchen duty. With a pantry that size… We'd go broke in a week if he knew we had a pantry that big. Plus, he'd never fit in the house.”

“Agreed.” Giles smiled and turned to Ingrid, “Please, lead on Ingrid.” He led Buffy through the rest of the house, following the realtor.

Her eyes grew wider as they were taken through each room, her mouth almost dragging along the hardwood floors at times. Even when they'd been shown the basement Buffy had been surprised that there was a small bathroom off to one corner. Which, Ingrid had told her, had been used not as a laundry room, but as a rumpus room for the children of the previous owners. The attic had also been equally as spacious and after they'd seen it, she'd pulled Giles' head closer and told him it would be ideal for a place for her to train. He'd nodded his agreement before they returned to the ground level and Ingrid led them outside into the back yard.

“Oh, God, Dawn is going to freak when she sees this.” Buffy muttered as they looked out along the expanse of lawn and the in-ground swimming pool that was set off from the patio.

True to her words, Dawn had found her way into the back yard a few minutes after Buffy, Giles and Ingrid had returned from wandering the garden path so Ingrid could point out the awnings and certain plants and the seven-foot tall fence, which surrounded the back yard, offering privacy to the occupants of the house.

Her scream had the power to not only wake the dead, but also to dust it in its tracks. And with her scream, came the sound of worried voices and thudding feet to see what was wrong and who was being murdered.

“Was that really necessary?” Giles asked the younger Summers, his eyebrow raised slightly as he turned to face her.

“What is it? Dawn?” Xander's voice came from the house shortly before he, along with the other girls appeared.

“Oh, my, God!” She cried, bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet. “There's a pool! Buffy! It has a pool!” She squealed again and clapped her hands before running over to the edge of the swimming pool and gazing into its empty depths. “It's empty,” she said dejectedly, her shoulders slumping slightly.

“I'm so sorry for my sister Ingrid.” Buffy turned to face the older woman after being satisfied that she'd glared at her sister enough.

Ingrid laughed and shook her head, “Don't worry, I've heard far worse things when showing prospective buyers around a house.” Walking over to Dawn, she wrapped her arms around the young girl's shoulders and led her back to the others, “The estate agent organizes for the pool to be filled before you move in. As well as the upkeep of the lawn, however, after you move in, things like that will be the sole responsibility of the owners.”

Dawn brightened instantly. “Cool.” She moved back to stand with Xander who was trying his best to keep his hand firmly over Anya's mouth.

“Remember what we talked about last night Honey? Stuff like that isn't for a public forum.”

Dawn, Willow and Tara managed to stifle their giggles as Anya glared at her husband before nodding slowly.

Ingrid smiled softly at the couple before taking everyone back inside. “Is there anything else you'd like to know about the house?” She asked when they were all standing back in the foyer.

Looking around at everyone's faces, Buffy turned and smiled brightly at her, “Nope, I think we're all good here.”

“Okay then, well, I'll leave you to talk about it and I'll be waiting in the dining room when you're done.”

“Thank you again Ingrid,” Giles smiled and shook her hand before watching her leave them to it.

“Well?” He turned to face Buffy, his eyes full of hope. “What do you think?”

“I think we should ask the others first.” She smiled and turned to Dawn who was already bouncing up and down.

“Please Buffy? I'll keep my room clean, I'll wash the dishes and never complain; I'll even clean the pool. Just, can we please get this house?” Dawn grabbed her big sister's hands and squeezed the tightly as she pleaded with her.

“Why don't we wait and see what the other's think first before deciding things okay Dawn?” Buffy turned to Willow, Tara and Anya, “Well?”

Willow smiled brightly, “Did you guys see the study? It was enormous! I mean, we'd probably have enough room for every book that was in the old school library.”

Before she could babble, Tara, reached for her hand and squeezed it lightly, “I th-think what she's t-trying to say is, we really like this place, I mean, the back yard alone. W-we could p-probably plant our own herbs and there's e-enough privacy, I-I'm sure we'd n-never get asked what was going on.”

“Anya? What about you?” Buffy turned to the former vengeance demon.

“I want it.” She said, her arms folded over her chest as she dared anybody to tell her she couldn't have it. “My baby needs to grow up around a good, strong, morally correct family. And when it's born, I'd like it to have a normal family, and seeing as I can't have that, well, I'd rather it be safe then not safe at all.”

Rolling her eyes Buffy smiled and reached over to hug the young woman. Pulling back, she looked around at everyone and smiled, “On ONE condition,” she stated solemnly her eyes turning to face each of them to make sure she had their full attention. “We ALL put in for this place. I want it to be a real, proper family home. I want each of us to own a tiny piece of this place, that way, if something ever happens…” She trailed off and was grateful when they all nodded in understanding.

“You got it Buff.” Xander smiled brightly, slinging his arm across Anya's shoulders.

“It'll be a proper Scooby Home.” Willow grinned brightly, hugging Tara.

“One more condition!” Giles held up his hands as they all began to talk at once. When all eyes were on him, he looked at them all in turn, “I never want to hear the terms Scooby Gang or G-Man ever again. If we're to live here together, it's going to be hard enough without having those annoying terms tossed about every ten minutes.”

“Got it.” Dawn said, eager to get home already so she could pass on the great news to Janice and Melinda.

“But, Giles.” Willow looked up at him, her eyes wide.

“I mean it Willow, you either find another name for this merry little band, or we tell Ingrid, thank you, but no thank you and go home.”

Willow frowned and nodded her agreement as Buffy stood back and watcher her love, a tiny smirk playing on her lips.

“Well, go on Xander, tell him, agree so we can hurry up and move in. I'd like to be able to try out that bath tub before I'm…” Anya began.

“Okay! Okay, I agree! No more G-Man or Scooby Gang. Got it.” He smiled, cutting Anya off before she could incriminate them any further.

“Well then, might I suggest we go and see Ms. Jackson and let her know that we have decided?” Giles grinned as he held out his arm to Buffy, before offering Dawn his other one and leading them both into the dining room.

“Most definitely.” Buffy replied, leaning her head against his shoulder.