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Family Affair 3: Quiet Time
by PEJA
It was his favorite time of the day.
Buffy had finished Alex' bath and after bundling him up in his Barney pajamas and a thick furry purple robe, mother and son were curled on the sofa in front of an artificially blazing fireplace. Buffy's relaxed voice, a whisper of perfect love and bliss, read from a book of Grimm's Fairy Tales while Alex oooed and ahhhed and pointed excitedly to the brightly colored pictures.
Leaning his head back into the soft crush of his chair and stretching out his long legs, Xander didn't bother to repress the contented smile. At time like this, when the night blanketed them in a diamond studded blanket of darkness and stars, he could well imagine the horrors of their years in Sunnydale were nothing but figments of his rabid imagination.
Closing his eyes, he lost himself in the soft drone of mother and child.
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