Fred looked up into her husband's eyes, feeling silly for crying over something as silly as the nursery not being ready yet when she wasn't due for several months, but it wasn't just the nursery. It was everything. So hearing that the nursery would be fixed helped a great deal...as did hearing that he knew they'd get through this.
"She will be," she whispered, resting her hand over her abdomen.
Leaning her forehead to his, she listened to his idea about getting a shop, like the one he'd had in Sunnydale. She smiled, quite liking the thought as she had always enjoyed spending time in small shops. Running one with Rupert would be wonderful. "I think I'd like that," she told him.
She wanted to just lay there and hold him for a while, but the phone rang. Of course it would even though they weren't working for the Council anymore. Sitting back, she watched as he talked to whoever was on the other end, frowning at the look on his face. She wanted to ask him what was wrong when he hung up, but he beat her to it, telling her about the little girl.
"Of course," she said, nodding as she sat up, sliding to the edge of the bed and straightening the dress she was wearing as she stood up. "If she needs help, then we should go."
If something were to happen to them and Andi needed help, she would hope someone would do the same for her. And if the Council wanted this girl, she knew that couldn't be good - not with who was running things now, and definitely not if Peter was worried.
"We should go now, I would think because if she's ten and doesn't know what's going on, I'm sure she could use a friendly face right about now."
Giles was glad that Fred was apparently feeling better and that she had agreed to go with him to Devon. Peter had told him the Council had yet to find where she was but one of his contacts had already given him the information. Sitting up on the bed, he slipped off the bed and ran his fingers through his hair.
"She's at an orphanage. Her parents were killed about seven or so months ago," Giles said as he went over to the dresser to get some fresh clothes out since his had paint on them. "Peter says he'll call ahead so they know we're coming." He quickly changed and looked over at his wife. "If we leave now, we'll arrive after sundown. I think that'll be best with getting her out of there without the Council seeing us in case they've found where she is."
It angered him, knowing the Council would stoop to the level of hurting a child. He went over to the closet and pulled some weapons out and placed them in his duffle bag. Giles placed the bag on the bed and stepped over to Fred. "I love you and thank you for doing this with me, love," he whispered as he cupped her face and deeply kissed her.
When he broke the kiss, Giles picked up his bag and the keys to his auto. "I think that's everything. Molly will be fine by herself for a while," he said as he slipped his wallet into his back pocket. "Ready?" He held his hand out to Fred and waited for her to take it.
"She will be," she whispered, resting her hand over her abdomen.
Leaning her forehead to his, she listened to his idea about getting a shop, like the one he'd had in Sunnydale. She smiled, quite liking the thought as she had always enjoyed spending time in small shops. Running one with Rupert would be wonderful. "I think I'd like that," she told him.
She wanted to just lay there and hold him for a while, but the phone rang. Of course it would even though they weren't working for the Council anymore. Sitting back, she watched as he talked to whoever was on the other end, frowning at the look on his face. She wanted to ask him what was wrong when he hung up, but he beat her to it, telling her about the little girl.
"Of course," she said, nodding as she sat up, sliding to the edge of the bed and straightening the dress she was wearing as she stood up. "If she needs help, then we should go."
If something were to happen to them and Andi needed help, she would hope someone would do the same for her. And if the Council wanted this girl, she knew that couldn't be good - not with who was running things now, and definitely not if Peter was worried.
"We should go now, I would think because if she's ten and doesn't know what's going on, I'm sure she could use a friendly face right about now."
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"She's at an orphanage. Her parents were killed about seven or so months ago," Giles said as he went over to the dresser to get some fresh clothes out since his had paint on them. "Peter says he'll call ahead so they know we're coming." He quickly changed and looked over at his wife. "If we leave now, we'll arrive after sundown. I think that'll be best with getting her out of there without the Council seeing us in case they've found where she is."
It angered him, knowing the Council would stoop to the level of hurting a child. He went over to the closet and pulled some weapons out and placed them in his duffle bag. Giles placed the bag on the bed and stepped over to Fred. "I love you and thank you for doing this with me, love," he whispered as he cupped her face and deeply kissed her.
When he broke the kiss, Giles picked up his bag and the keys to his auto. "I think that's everything. Molly will be fine by herself for a while," he said as he slipped his wallet into his back pocket. "Ready?" He held his hand out to Fred and waited for her to take it.
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