It’s a good life (AU)

@Boadicea <3

// little soft surprise while I suffer

It was a late morning. Baal was waken up by a few tiny feet in his face, pressing hard against his cheek. He made a short yawn as he grabbed the foot of their little son, barely 2 years old, to caress it gently on the side with his thumb. He turned his head to watch his wife sleep so soundly with their eldest daughter of 4 - A smile spread on his lips as he pushed himself up on his elbow, beholding the sight for a little longer.
He crawled out of bed as quietly as he could, sneaking out of the bedroom to walk down to the kitchen, hoping that these old floors wasnt going to squeak and wake up everyone. He prepared the coffee machine, before he turned it on, knowing how she liked it to be. He made a small debate in his mind on whether he should go buy some bread, watching the pretty outside from the window. It was sunny and the grass had this foggy wet cover over itself that told him somehow it was going to be a good day.
He decided to go buy the fresh bread, knowing he didnt have to go far to get to the bakery. He was just hoping that Buffy would keep sleeping in, grabbing some freshly washed clothes that they hadnt had the time to fold. When he stepped in the shop, the old lady behind the disk smiled at him as she knew what he was going to buy - He had done this so often. “Hard life as a parent?” She asked in a small chuckle. Baal smiled as he shrugged, “They may not want to sleep when they’re supposed to, but it’s worth it,” he said, which the old lady seemed to agree to. He paid for the bag of bread, narrowing his eyes a little before he bought a couple of cakes as well. He went back to their little house, placing the bread on the round dinnertable in the kitchen. He didnt mind the small cozy house that they had gotten, it was bigger than the apartment and had to extra rooms for their children. He went up to the bedroom, crawling into bed as he pulled their son into his arms and leaned over to kiss Buffy gently but slowly over her face to wake her up.

Noah had groaned when he was removed from Buffy, but when he felt his fathers arms around him, he seemed to calm down to give them their peace for just a little while longer. Baal couldnt always seem to grasp the temper of their son, but he always seemed to be able to calm him down from them - Well not as good and instantly as Buffy, but he tried. He smiled at his wife as she woke up, thinking he was so lucky to have a beauty like her as his wife. “Goodmorning my light,” he said in a warm tone, lifting a hand to touch her cheek gently. He looked to Nessa as she woke up, lifting his hand from Buffy’s cheek to curl his finger and brush it gently down from Nessa’s forehead to the tip of her nose.
He smiled a little at Buffy’s words, looking down at Noah while he made a notion of a shrug, “Not that long. I’ve picked up some bread from Janet’s,” he said in a low tone as he looked back up at Buffy. Noah started to fuzz as he scrambled around in Baal’s arms, gritting his small teeth a little as he couldnt seem to figure out whether he was ready to wake up. “Schleeeeeeeeep,” he moaned in full disatisfaction, making Baal chuckle and shake his head. “We cant just sleep all day, little lion,” he told his son, before he looked up at Buffy with begging eyes. The toddler wouldnt always listen to him when he was in a tired mood, but his mother he would without a doubt - Baal didnt mind that, as he loved watching Buffy with their children.

“You’re right,” he agreed with her as he smiled a little. Sure Noah was wild and at times rather fuzzy if he wasnt close to Buffy, but he was a good kid. He had never seen him take his anger out on anyone, at least not physically - A little bit of yelling and a stream of words he barely knew wasnt really something to be that worried about. He shook his head at her chuckle, looking at her as she stepped closer. He placed a hand gently on the side of her throat to feel her steady pulse, just watching her with these endeared eyes. She could really look good in anything, he thought to himself as she fixed his hair and soon he felt her soft lips.
He wanted to lean back in and just steal another kiss, but when she spoke of Noah, she was right. The toddler had probably already managed to cause just a little havoc, if they werent careful. But he couldnt really help himself as he grabbed her arm at her last look with her eyebrow having been raised, just to pull her closer for a moment, wrapping his arm around her, “If you keep looking at me like that, we’d might end up adding another member to the litter,” he warned her with a low teasing yet awfully seductive tone as his lips curled to a devilish smile. He let her go just as Nessa came running, watching her dark curls with a sigh, “I’m sorry to have cursed you with evil curls,” he said as he chuckled a little. Of course he hadnt cursed her, but he knew how tangled up the curls could get at times - Even less would he forget the pain when he’d ask Buffy to untangle them for him.

Noah had grabbed a toy that he played with, an actionman that was patrolling along the edges of his toddler-chair. He made stomping noises as he couldnt imagine the man walk any other way, looking up at his mother as she walked in. He raised the doll and pointed it’s hands at her for a bit, before he quickly returned to his own little world. Baal had grabbed the bread from the bakery, cutting it into nice halves - Though he didnt eat, he still wanted to help. He had to eat anyway, Noah would always watch him and not eat if he saw that his father wasnt. Whatever it was supposed to mean for the toddler, it wasnt something Baal wanted for him. He had taught himself over the time with Nessa as a toddler to just endure certain types of food, bread being one of them.
He turned his head at Nessa’s question, smiling as he shortly glanced at Buffy, “Of course, my little love. We cant miss a year now when we’ve gotten such a good streak going. It might be that we can go see how your sister Dinah is doing with that werewolf guy of hers. They’d want to see the lights too I’d imagine,” he said, but Noah just tilted his head in confusion as he didnt know what Baal was saying. “Eeee ighhhts?” He repeated, frowning a little as he had his concentration face on. “Yeah, the lights,” Baal agreed with him to let him know he understood. Noah’s expression softened up to a bright smile and laugh as he clapped his hands. “Ights ights!” He said, his motions making his doll fall to the floor. He reached down for it, getting a little fuzzy as he couldnt reach it.

He definitely liked the idea of adding more children to their little family. As many as they possibly could, as long as he would keep seeing those bits of her reflecting off on them all. He was taking every tauntrum of Noah’s with a calm smile because in the end, he knew that only a temper that fierce had sprung from Buffy’s strong will. He chuckled at her remark about the curls being a blessing, not really too sure if he agreed with her on that one.
Noah was ready to scream when Buffy thankfully got to him in time, making the toddler watch her as she looked down at the doll, pointing at it as his words had gone incoherent in his distress. He nodded at her words, making a small sniffle as his emotions had already been so strong that he had been on the verge to form tears in his eyes. When she grabbed the doll to mimic the sound of a blast, Noah gasped as he watched the doll with surprise to quickly grab it as she held him to the edge. He smiled brightly at her words, chuckling as he pulled the doll to him to inspect his boots, to see if he really had been wearing rocket boots all along.

Baal nodded at Buffy’s words to Nessa’s question. Noah looked up but he couldnt understand who we were, nor did he have the ability to think about expressing his confusion. Instead he just seemed to pull a little frown till there was a mention of sweets. His eyes lighted up as he jumped in his seat with excitement, “Schweets!” He exclained n joy. Baal raised an eyebrow at his son as he new the little lion hadnt ever seemed to like sweets, but fruits was what he considered to be the sweets Buffy was talking about. Noah had always loved fruits more than anything, Baal could have sworn that their son would live off on purely melon sorts if he ever got to choose. He turned his eyes to Nessa at her protest, smiling as he was placing bread around on everyone’s plates - Well not Noah’s but he would come to that soon. He lifted his eyes to meet Buffy’s as he felt her look. There was just something about her eyes that could make his heart melt over and over like had it been the first time she looked at him that way.
He sat down as he had given himself and Buffy the pieces of bread that were needed. Noah liked his without crusts and only butter, so that was what Baal was making for him - Cutting the crustless bread to small pieces that the toddler could easily grab with his fingers. He sighed with a smile at Buffy’s question while he prepared their son’s breakfast, “They are. From what she’s told me, they’re doing great. She’s really happy with Jake,” he said though there seemed to be something that was nagging him, “But I have a feeling that even though she’s happy, a part of her is still missing Eaden,” he then said as he placed the pieces on Noah’s place before serving it to him. Noah whined with delight as he started grabbing the pieces one by one to eat.
Baal leaned back into his chair as he buttered his own bread, pulling at a short smile. “I’m happy that he hasnt shut all of us out, but I do wish he would return my calls,” he then said, knowing that Buffy was probably the only one that Eaden had seemed to care to keep in contact with, though it seemed to be no more than a reminder that he was still alive more than it was meaningful updates of sorts.