After my phonecall with Giles I felt a little better. I thought about going over to Angel’s office and talk with him right away. But there were two things stopping me. One, I knew Cordelia was heading over there and I think we’ve barged in on something important more then once. And the second thing was that I wasn’t as of yet certain I was going to get custody of the girls
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Ah, there is nothing like being greeted with a big bowl of confusion. Makes ya feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Thanks Wes. He moved away from the door to allow me inside. I smirked at him as I stepped inside. "What do you think it is Smarty Pants? It's your custody papers. Just need you to sign and you've got your very own pair of kiddies."
No sooner had I stepped across the threshold and handed Wesley the envelope then the the bigger one, Alicia sauntered over to me. "Who are you?"
It was unusual for me to see someone looking up at me with absolutely no fear in their eyes. Alicia had none. Kind of made me like the little snot. "I'm Lilah Morgan." I told her. "I've been helping Wesley get custody of you and your sister."
"Dewil" came a tiny voice and a pair of eyes peeping over the edge of the sofa. God damnit if that little girls wasn't cute as hell. I smirked. "I've been called worse."
Alicia eyed me warily. "Yes, I was the one dressed up like a devil at the party."
“The what:?” I stared at the paper envelope in my hand disbelievingly. I knew Lilah was good, but that she could work miracle was perhaps something I ought to have known as well. My hands were trembling for some odd reason. Which probably only was because this was so important to me. A new road to walk and one I was determined not to mess up. I wasn’t going to mess up the lives of the girls the way my live had been one big sodding mess
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I watched Wes curiously, as he drifted in a daze over to his desk to get a letter opener. He looked terrified and exstatic all at the same time. A smile came to the corner of my lips as I watched him. It felt a little good knowing that something I did was the reason for it
( ... )
“But he already takes are of us,” I heard Alicia say, she sounded confused. I glanced over my shoulder and smiled at her and Marilee as they looked over at me
( ... )
Wes looked like he was silently panicking in the corner by his desk while searching for god only knows what, leaving me with Mary-Kate and Ashley here
( ... )
The glare I tosses at Lilah when she agreed with Alicia, was out before I even realized it. “Don’t you start too. I recall you saying completely different….Errrr….” My eyes darted toward the girls who were looking at me with eyes that were far to innocent for this world and cleared my throat
( ... )
Well, he did pull my pigtails once, but I hardly think that is appropriate subject matter for Alicia here to be listening to. I hid a smile behind my hand as she leaned in close to me and whispered about Tommy Davenport. "It's tough being the girl that all the boys want." I whispered back.
I turned back to Wesley. "For your information Mr Wyndam-Pryce I did everything right. No bribes, no threats, everything was taken care of the good 'n plenty way. Girl Scouts honor. You just happened to have an exceptionally fabulous attorney, and a judge who was getting sick of my constant phone calls." I kept one eye on Alicia who was still eyeing me, and walked over to the desk where Wes was sitting with the smaller one. "It's a requirement baby doll." I said playing with my manicured nails.
"The judge needs to meet with you and the girls to make sure that they are recieving the proper care. Everything should be fine."
“Yeah,” Alicia nodded seriously, thought still doubtful about the fact if she should be sharing this with Lilah of all…women. “Like totally tough, and annoying and way with the eeew.”
I ignored the girl talk for now, still stuck on the fact that this judge wanted to see me and the girls soon. Did that mean I had to buy them ‘going to court clothes?’. And what if Alicia had one of her tamper tantrums right in front of the man? Would that make me an unfit…caretaker, guardian,…parent? And suddenly I was back to being nervous again.
My arms wrapped around Marilee as I got up and tightened just a tiny bit. I walked over to where Lilah was whispering with Alicia - and how disconcerting was that? - worry clearly in my eyes. “And what if he decides I’m unfit to take care of them after all then?” I asked her quietly.
“Can the juwdge take away my boo?” Marilee whispered, aiming those big blue eyes at Lilah as she clutched the ….wombat, hedgehog whatever that stuffed toy was, closer to her small body.
I looked Wesley straight in the eye. The worry behind his big browns was almost cute. "Look Pryce," I said moving closer to him out of habit, then moving quickly back again at the sight of the little girl in his arms. "Technically you and the girls should have been at the first hearing. But since I didn't think it would be such a great idea to drag these two into court so soon after..." I paused looking at Alicia and Marilee, "after everything, I convinced the Judge to grant temporary custody. All you will have to do is show the judge that these two aren't eating out of the trash can or wearing rags for clothes and everything will be fine."
I sighed. "He won't decide that you are unfit to care for them. Because he knows if he does, then he will have me contesting up his ass for years. Besides, you're obviously great with these two...you don't have anything to worry your little British head about...Boo?" I looked blankly at Wes as the littler one blinked her enormous blue eyes at me. "Is this some kind of kid-speak? What's a boo?"
When she called me Pryce in the past, I used to hate that. I still do, come to think of it. Probably because I refer to Pryce myself when I’m trying to talk some sense into me. Which happens a scaringly lot. So when Lilah called my Pryce, my eyes automatically narrowed and my jaw clenched. This was too important to me for any kind of joke. The lives of those two girls were at stake here, and quite possibly mine. I can’t really imagine mine without them any longer
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I sucked in a breath at the semi-chaos that seemed to be surrounding me. I couldn't believe that Wesley was going to take on these two little girls. Wesley with his books and his perfectly ordered everything had just gotten custody of 2 children. Who would have thought? Well, I suppose it wasn't too large of a shock, what with the bleeding heart syndrome that he and the rest of the "gang" all seem to have. "I can make a few calls. See if I can have social services stop by instead. I'll let you know by the end of the week."
I blinked at the furry thing that had been shoved partially under my nose. Followed shortly by an argument as to the exact species of said furball. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing.
"He's so easy..." At this I did allow myself to smile. Even this six year old had already figured out Wes's weaknesses. I grinned as she apologized then got the cookie she wanted anyway. I dropped a wink back at her as she flounced off toward the kitchen
( ... )
Have a social worker come here? I glanced around in a bit of a panic. I suppose I’d better clean up then. And get them two bed and…things. They were sharing the guestroom now, which had only one bed. I’d better tell this…person that we’re looking for a new place to stay as well. Where they can each have their own room. And toys and clothes and then there’s school. I need to get them to a different school, I really hate the old one. Reminds me a bit to much of my schools
( ... )
As I mentioned social services coming by his apartment, he once again looked utterly terrified. I just couldn't win with this guy. Was he this inconsistant when we were together? Jesus Christ.
"I never denied that she was a good kid," I said smiling gently at him. "I just said that you will have your hands full."
I watched the three of them for a moment. Wesley holding Marilee who was reaching her chubby hands out for the cookie that Alicia was handing her. They were there own little family now. And Wes seemed genuinely happy. I suddenly felt very claustrophobic. Let's just say that happy families were never my forte. I had helped Wesley out like I said I would, and I now felt very much the fifth wheel
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No sooner had I stepped across the threshold and handed Wesley the envelope then the the bigger one, Alicia sauntered over to me. "Who are you?"
It was unusual for me to see someone looking up at me with absolutely no fear in their eyes. Alicia had none. Kind of made me like the little snot. "I'm Lilah Morgan." I told her. "I've been helping Wesley get custody of you and your sister."
"Dewil" came a tiny voice and a pair of eyes peeping over the edge of the sofa. God damnit if that little girls wasn't cute as hell. I smirked.
"I've been called worse."
Alicia eyed me warily. "Yes, I was the one dressed up like a devil at the party."
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I turned back to Wesley. "For your information Mr Wyndam-Pryce I did everything right. No bribes, no threats, everything was taken care of the good 'n plenty way. Girl Scouts honor. You just happened to have an exceptionally fabulous attorney, and a judge who was getting sick of my constant phone calls." I kept one eye on Alicia who was still eyeing me, and walked over to the desk where Wes was sitting with the smaller one. "It's a requirement baby doll." I said playing with my manicured nails.
"The judge needs to meet with you and the girls to make sure that they are recieving the proper care. Everything should be fine."
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I ignored the girl talk for now, still stuck on the fact that this judge wanted to see me and the girls soon. Did that mean I had to buy them ‘going to court clothes?’. And what if Alicia had one of her tamper tantrums right in front of the man? Would that make me an unfit…caretaker, guardian,…parent? And suddenly I was back to being nervous again.
My arms wrapped around Marilee as I got up and tightened just a tiny bit. I walked over to where Lilah was whispering with Alicia - and how disconcerting was that? - worry clearly in my eyes. “And what if he decides I’m unfit to take care of them after all then?” I asked her quietly.
“Can the juwdge take away my boo?” Marilee whispered, aiming those big blue eyes at Lilah as she clutched the ….wombat, hedgehog whatever that stuffed toy was, closer to her small body.
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I sighed. "He won't decide that you are unfit to care for them. Because he knows if he does, then he will have me contesting up his ass for years. Besides, you're obviously great with these two...you don't have anything to worry your little British head about...Boo?" I looked blankly at Wes as the littler one blinked her enormous blue eyes at me. "Is this some kind of kid-speak? What's a boo?"
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I blinked at the furry thing that had been shoved partially under my nose. Followed shortly by an argument as to the exact species of said furball. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing.
"He's so easy..." At this I did allow myself to smile. Even this six year old had already figured out Wes's weaknesses. I grinned as she apologized then got the cookie she wanted anyway. I dropped a wink back at her as she flounced off toward the kitchen ( ... )
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"I never denied that she was a good kid," I said smiling gently at him. "I just said that you will have your hands full."
I watched the three of them for a moment. Wesley holding Marilee who was reaching her chubby hands out for the cookie that Alicia was handing her. They were there own little family now. And Wes seemed genuinely happy. I suddenly felt very claustrophobic. Let's just say that happy families were never my forte. I had helped Wesley out like I said I would, and I now felt very much the fifth wheel ( ... )
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