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sam_gamgeeContinued from Part 2
Lindsey shrugged as he leaned against the counter to take a look at the paper. "Maybe a couple tasteful arrangements of flowers or something? I don't want a lot of decorations."
Wesley nodded as he made a few more notes. "I'm sure that flowers would be more expensive then anyway, considering it'll be December. Plus, we don't want to trigger anyone's allergies with a profusion of flowers."
"Daddy, can I have some more juice?" Zane asked.
While Lindsey got Zane more juice, he asked, "Do we want to have the whole bridesmaids/ groomsmen thing? Well, um, groomsmen/groomsmen, I guess."
Wesley shrugged as he took a sip from Lindsey’s mug. "It's up to you. I think it would be nice for us to each have at least a best man."
"But then that would mean there'd be two best man toasts at the reception. Can we do that?" He stood next to Wesley and casually draped an arm over his shoulder and swiped his mug out of Wesley’s hand as soon as it was clear of his mouth with his other hand.
Wesley thought about it for a moment. "I guess we could. Or talk to who we choose and see if they have a preference or not. But I doubt it's something that needs to be resolved right now."
"True. I think we should talk to David about the ceremony and see if there's anything that *has* to be in there aside from the vows because if we have a bit of creative power, then we can see about including other people in the ceremony."
"Good idea. How many people are you thinking for the guest list for the ceremony?"
"I don’t know." Lindsey got a teasing look on his face. "Though it may be hard to narrow it down, like whether we should exclude my family or yours."
"Oh, please. Aside from my mother, my family's not worth it."
Lindsey did an eyebrow shrug. "Not that my family's worth that much. I haven't heard from them in years – not since before college." He shrugged, as if to roll it off his back. "It's probably better that way."
"How about we both make a prospective list of who we want to invite and go from there?"
"Sounds like a good idea. What were you thinking of for the reception?"
"Daddy, can I have another pancake?" Zane asked.
As Wesley got Zane another pancake, he replied, "Well, it depends on when we have it. If it’s going to be in December, I was thinking we could rent a reception hall, or something, where we'd have enough room to eat and dance. And I like the idea of having a buffet dinner in that situation. Otherwise, I think we should go with our original plan."
"Okay. And I think we should talk to Stacey about her friend being the deejay."
Wesley nodded. "She mentioned a photographer too – at least for the formal pictures, maybe?"
"And what were you thinking in the way of pictures of the reception? Just getting a bunch of disposable cameras and letting people take the pictures for us?"
"I like the idea. That way it would be more personal and I’m sure we could save some money by doing so."
After Zane finished and got down to go watch cartoons, Lindsey asked, "What about a honeymoon? Do you want to do that?"
"It might be nice to just get away for a while. I don’t know if we could do it right away, though – if we do it in December, there’s Christmas and Zane’s birthday and my mum would still be here. Plus, Zane would be in preschool, remember? We could go somewhere in the summer and take him with us kind of combine the honeymoon with a family vacation."
"And our wedding night?"
Wesley gave him a small leer. "I’m sure we can arrange something for that night."
"We’ll also need to get tuxes and rings. Do we want to rent the tuxes or buy?"
Wesley made a couple more notes. "I don’t know. I think it might be a good idea to just rent, since we don’t have that many chance to wear a tux around here."
"Maybe not, but once I start winning my awards, we’ll need them."
Wesley stuck his tongue out at Lindsey and then purposely not acknowledging the comment, he asked, "Do we want to have Zane be the ring-bearer, or do we want to give that duty to our best men?"
Lindsey munched on a piece of pancake before saying, "I think we should give it to Zane. It’ll make him feel included and if it wasn’t for him, we wouldn’t be here."
"This is very true." Looking over the list, Wesley said, "I think we’ve got a good start here."
Lindsey nodded. "So do I. Though, I think Stacey would be upset to find that we started without her. It’s up to you if you want to let her help us."
Wesley half-shrugged. "I know things are going to be crazy with Zane starting preschool, the conference, and now your recording contract. It might be good to have the help."
"I’ll see what I can do about keeping the bulk of the music stuff until after the ceremony," Lindsey replied, picking up some of the dishes to take to the sink.
The rest of July passed quietly and the date of December eighth was finalized with David. Wesley, Lindsey and Stacey began preparing for the ceremony.
In between looking at reception halls – and deciding on the last one they visited – meeting with caterers, Stacey’s training, enrolling Zane in preschool, and talking with Lindsey’s record label, Wesley and Lindsey hardly had any time to themselves. So, it was with some surprise that one evening, Jonathan and David showed up unannounced, proclaimed they hadn’t seen their godchild in forever, and promised to bring him back before bedtime.
Wesley and Lindsey had been left staring at each other for a few long moments, not sure what to do. Lindsey had finally broken the silence by asking Wesley what he wanted to do for dinner. They rummaged around in the pantry for food and took their time preparing the food together. After they finished eating, they cuddled on the couch, enjoying each other’s company and the quiet – talking about whatever crossed their minds. Unexpectedly, Lindsey leaned forward and captured Wesley’s mouth with his own.
They didn’t get very far as a key was heard in the lock just as the kiss was starting to deepen. They quickly pulled apart just before Zane bounded in, followed a little slower by David and Jonathan.
"Daddy! Daddy!" Zane exclaimed as he ran over to them and launched himself onto the sofa between them. "We ate pizza and went to the playground and Uncle Jon pushed me on the swings and Uncle David took me on the big slide." After taking a breath, he kissed them both on the cheek.
"I hope he didn’t tire you two out too much," Wesley said.
"We had a great time," Jonathan said as he sagged onto one of the bar chairs. "And it’s a lot of fun to wind him up and then bring him home."
"Very funny," Lindsey replied. "Would you two like something to drink?"
After they had been served dessert, Jonathan asked, "So, how’s the planning coming?"
"For what?" Wesley asked. "The ceremony or Lindsey’s first CD?"
"Either," David replied.
"I’m going down to Oklahoma City week after next for some preliminary things for the album," Lindsey said.
"And the ceremony?" David pushed.
"It’s coming," Wesley replied. "We’ve found a reception hall and a caterer, Stacey got her friends to agree to deejay and do the formal photographs for us. Have you heard anything about the church?"
"They agreed to let us hold the ceremony there," David said. "And the date won’t be a problem."
"That’s great," Lindsey said. "And, Jonathan, I’ve been meaning to ask you – will you be my best man?"
"Sure," Jonathan replied with a grin. "I’d be honored to."
"Yay!" Zane said from where he was eating a piece of pie. "Uncle Jon and Uncle David are coming to the party!"
The four adults laughed. "He’s heard us talking about it so much that he knows that when we say ‘ceremony’, it means ‘party’."
"There’s more than a grain of truth to that," David said with a smile.
The day before Lindsey was set to leave for Oklahoma City, he and Wesley went over their prospective guest lists. For the most part, they had picked the same people, so there wasn’t much of a discussion about the choice. But the last four on Lindsey’s list were met with vehement disapproval by Wesley.
"We are *not* inviting them," he said as he stood to get another beer out of the fridge.
"Why not?" Lindsey asked, turning to look at him.
Wesley leaned back against the counter and twisted the top off the bottle. "Because we’ve hardly spoken in the past four years or so and things had been going steadily downhill for a few years before that. I think that hardly deserves an invitation."
"Then I’ll accept cutting Fred and Gunn off of the list. But you have to admit that Lorne was good to both of us and he’s as much my friend as yours, if not more. And I want Angel to be here. I know it goes against every convention of not inviting an ex, but I think it would be a good way for the three of us to make some sort of peace. Plus, he’ll be able to actually meet Zane. And, at least this way, we’ll be able to do it on our own territory. And I think it’ll be good for both of you – and Fred and Gun if you later decide you’d like for them to come as well. It’ll give you all a chance to put all the bad stuff behind you and maybe even end it for good." Lindsey stood and crossed over to Wesley, putting his hands on Wesley’s hips. "I think it’d be good for you," he said quietly. "I see that haunted look you have after you talk to one of them or when you see my letters to Angel."
Wesley shrugged him off and moved back over to the bar, not wanting to start an argument, but at the same time unwilling to just let it go. "Honestly, I don’t care how good it would be for me, or if it defied tradition, or if it would be the most sensible and logical decision in the history of the world. I don’t want them to come." Once the words came out of his mouth, it was like so many things were rushing to the fore that he hadn't realized were itching just under his skin to get out.
Wesley sighed. "I know that since we’ve come into your life and you and I have gotten together, you’ve wanted a child that was biologically ours. And while I would love to have a child with you and give Zane a sibling," his voice became harder and had a bit of an edge to it, "I feel like I'm being pressured to do so and I *do* *not* want to do it just so you can feel like you have the final word in whatever pissing contest you and Angel had back in L.A. He was behind me as soon as I left Los Angeles and there is no reason for you to let it continue."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Lindsey’s eyes were definitely flashing now and his voice, though quiet and collected, was brimming with anger. "I have *never* wanted to have a child for that reason. Yes, I’ve always wanted a son, but," he pointed towards Zane’s room, "Zane fulfilled that desire when the two of you came into my life. You said it yourself – I love him as if he was my own flesh and blood and *nothing* will ever change that." His voice started getting louder. "The only reason I want to have a child with you is to have a living breathing expression of our love, as if Zane being a healthy and happy three-year-old wasn’t enough of one. It was never about Angel, what went on between Angel and I, what went on between the two of you or Zane being his blood instead of mine."
"Daddy, are you mad?" asked a small voice.
"No, baby," Lindsey replied, his voice and expression immediately softening as they both looked to find Zane hovering in the entrance to the kitchen, looking as if he was about to cry. Lindsey went over and knelt in front of him. "Daddy and I were just having a discussion." He took Zane into his arms and gave him a tight hug.
"Do you still love me?" asked the small voice and Wesley was sure he heard a note of doubt in it.
"Always, baby. Always." Lindsey kissed the top of Zane’s head before releasing him. "Daddy’s going to go for a walk, okay? But I’ll be home in time to say good night."
"Okay, Daddy." Zane kissed Lindsey on the cheek then ran off back to his room. Lindsey stood and, without looking at Wesley or saying anything else, grabbed his keys and left.
Wesley sank back against the counter, worn out from what had happened. As he started to make dinner, and for the rest of the night, he replayed the fight and wondered what he could have done differently. But each time, he still felt as though he had valid reasons for being angry with Lindsey. Bedtime came and Lindsey still wasn’t home. Wesley considered calling him, but as he picked up the phone, he knew that Lindsey needed the time to himself and would come home when he was ready. He just hoped that Zane wouldn’t be too upset with Lindsey.
During the night, Wesley woke up and thought he heard singing coming from Zane’s room, but figured he was still dreaming and went back to sleep. In the morning, Lindsey’s side of the bed looked like it hadn’t been slept in and he, along with the small duffel bag he had packed earlier in the week, was gone. The only way Wesley knew he had been home was on a piece of paper propped up against the coffee maker: "I Love You".
Thursday night the phone rang and Zane ran to get it, yelling, "I get it!" As Wesley watched from where he was making dinner, Zane pulled himself up onto the stool next to the phone and picked it up. Placing it against his ear, he said, "Hello?" There was a pause and then Zane grinned. "Hi, Daddy! I miss you." There was another pause as Zane seemed to listen intently. "Okay. I love you." He looked at Wesley and said, "Daddy, Daddy wants you," and he held out the phone.
Wesley took the phone and, after putting it against his chest to muffle the sound, said, "Go wash up for dinner." After Zane ran off, Wesley put the phone to his ear and said, "Hello, Lindsey."
"Hey, Wesley," Lindsey replied. "I’m really sorry about last night – for the things I said and for not coming home until after you both were asleep. I really miss you."
"I miss you too," Wesley said almost reflexively, but he knew that it was true. He did miss having Lindsey there with him. And the small taste of what it would have been like if he hadn’t literally landed in Stillwater was a bitter one. "Where did you sleep last night?"
"The couch, since I didn’t want to wake you. And I thought it fitting, since I was sure you were still mad at me."
Wesley let out a breath. "I’m not mad at you. I was just very unhappy with how you had decided to deal with some of these situations. I felt like you were manipulating me."
Lindsey let out a small laugh. "And that couldn’t have been further from the truth. While things came out completely wrong, I swear my intentions were completely pure. I’m sorry that you had to think that and I wish you had told me how you felt before. Damn, I’ve got to go – it looks like our break’s over. Besides, a phone call isn’t the way to make up. I’ll be home tomorrow night in time for dinner. I’ve gotten them to agree to postpone a few things so I can get out of here. I miss you and Zane too much. I love you."
"I love you too and I’ll see you tomorrow evening." Wesley hung up the phone feeling immeasurably better and knowing that some things needed to be done.
When Lindsey got home the following evening, he was greeted by an armful of Zane – who wanted to know everything about his trip. Setting him down and seeing that Wesley was putting dinner out on the table now that he was home, Lindsey said, "Go get washed up and then I’ll tell you about it while we eat dinner."
After Zane had run off, Lindsey embraced Wesley from behind, who twisted around to face him. Their lips met in a hungry kiss.
"Mmmhm," Wesley said, as he slowly broke it off and let his forehead touch Lindsey’s. "I missed you, love."
"I missed you too, baby," Lindsey replied. "I think I’m going to have to change my contract so that you *have* to be with me wherever I go. I missed you *way* too much for it to have been solely regret from the fight."
"I know what you mean."
"That being said, they want me to go down in October to actually talk about the album, as well as take some pictures so they can start putting together a preliminary advertising campaign."
"Zane will have school."
"It’ll only be a few days – not even a week. I don’t see why we couldn’t take him. It’s not like he’ll be missing a week of advanced physics or anything."
"We’ll talk about it, okay?"
"Okay."
"I’m hungry," Zane said from his spot at the bar.
"We're coming," Lindsey replied with a smile. “Since when has he gotten so good at sneaking up on us?”
“I have no idea,” Wesley replied as he pulled away. “But I know he didn’t get it from me.”
As the two men sat down, Zane asked, "Are we going on a trip?"
"We're thinking about it," Wesley replied.
"Yay!" Zane replied as he picked up his fork.
“The whole recording process has been *amazing* - even if it’s just been demos so they can get a feel for me and my material,” Lindsey said.
“Is it just you, or do you have any back-up?” Wesley asked before taking a drink of iced tea.
“It’s mostly just me, but we’ve gotten some studio people who’ve had some free time to come help out.” Lindsey was practically vibrating, just remembering. “The studio’s just – *wow*. State of the art. It’s going to turn out great.”
“I think Daddy’s excited about his new friends,” Zane not quite stage-whispered to Wesley.
“I agree,” Wesley replied with a grin.
Stacey met them in their office for lunch on Monday. After starting to eat, she pulled out her notebook and said, "Okay, Joseppi's needs a final count for catering."
"Twenty-six," Lindsey said.
As she started writing that down, Wesley said, "Thirty."
Lindsey looked at Wesley with confusion etched in his face and Wesley nodded slightly as Stacey paused and asked, "So, which is it?"
"Thirty," Lindsey replied.
"Okay." She scribbled out the first number and put down the second. "Remember that we're meeting with Shaun on Thursday to go over music for the reception – general likes, dislikes, things like that so he can start getting things together. Next on the list are rings and tuxes. Have either of you two done *anything* for that?"
"I've thought about it in passing," Lindsey replied with a smile.
Stacey reached across the desk and swatted him with her notebook. "Not funny. You two have about two and a half months for these two things and that's probably pushing it, since this stuff needs to be sized and all." She stared at both of them. "This evening – promise me."
"We promise," Wesley replied.
"Swear?" she asked, glaring at them.
"Swear," Lindsey replied, crossing his heart.
"Good, because I've already double checked with Jonathan and he's already got his tux. And have you decided on anyone yet, Wesley?"
"Marty," he replied, sheepishly.
Stacey wrote that down. "Okay. And make sure he's got a tux too."
"Have you ever considered the fact that you're taking this a little too seriously?" Lindsey asked.
"Nope," she replied after taking a last bite of her salad, "because if I didn't, you two wouldn't be having a commitment ceremony."
"Well, not one that would be happening this December," Wesley commented lowly to Lindsey before taking a sip of his soda.
"I heard that," Stacey commented. She glanced at her watch and slid her notebook back in her bag. "I've got to get to class. We still on, Wesley?" she asked as she stood and slung the strap of her messenger bag over her shoulder.
"Yes," he replied.
"Okay." She grabbed her salad container. "I'll see you tomorrow night, then. Bye, guys."
"Bye," they both replied as she dropped the container in the trash and headed out, pulling the door shut behind her.
That night after dinner, Wesley and Lindsey took Zane to the mall to look for wedding rings. Wesley was getting frustrated by the time they entered the last jewelry store. The men's wedding rings that they had seen so far were either a little too normal/traditional for his tastes or on the *far* end of the ostentatious scale.
As they looked in the case and quietly conferred, one of the sales associates came up to them and asked, "Can I help you gentlemen with anything tonight?"
When neither Wesley nor Lindsey said anything immediately, Zane beamed from where Wesley was holding him on his hip so he could also see into the case and said, "Daddy and Daddy are having a party."
"Oh, well," she seemed momentarily flustered as the two men looked up, but quickly recovered her composure, "is there anything specific I can show you gentlemen?"
"What about this one here?" Lindsey asked, pointing out the one he meant.
She brought the tray out of the case and handed the ring to Lindsey. "It's not one of our most popular pieces," she said, "but it a beautiful one, isn't it?" Both men nodded as they studied the two rolling interlocking bands – one of yellow gold and one of white gold. "So, what do you two think?"
They both looked at each other and smiled. "We like it a lot," Lindsey replied as he handed it back to her.
"Have you made your decision?" she asked, when she saw them come in.
"We have," Wesley replied, "and we'd like to order a pair of that wedding ring."
"Wonderful," she beamed as she pulled out an order form. As she began filling it out, she said, "Just to let you know, we are having a sale this week – 20 percent off on all of our rings." After measuring their left ring fingers and taking their information and calculating the price, she said, "It usually takes about a month for the rings to be ready, will that be okay with you?”
“The ceremony isn’t until December eighth, so that should be more than enough time.”
“All right, how would you like to pay?”
"I'm sure this is an odd request," Lindsey said as they both reached for their wallets, "but can we split it evenly?"
"We want to buy each other's ring," Wesley clarified.
"Sure, not a problem," the sales lady replied, trying to look as if this was a normal, every day occurrence. She took their cards and went to run them through the machine. When she came back and handed them the slips to sign, she said, "We'll give you a call when the rings are ready."
After they both pocketed their receipts and credit cards, Lindsey picked up a tired Zane and said, "Thank you for your help."
The next day at lunchtime, Wesley and Lindsey went to look for tuxedos. Thankfully, Wesley thought, this was much easier than looking for rings. At the first place they went into, they were able to find tuxedos that complimented both their own figure and each other's tuxedo. And before they knew it, they had both been fitted, with the measurements carefully jotted down for alterations to be made later.
As they were trying to decide which accessories to include and colors, Jim, the tailor/clerk who was helping them and who was also Zane’s swimming instructor, said, "Lindsey, you're last name's McDonald, correct?"
"That would be correct," Lindsey replied. "Why? Do you have something in mind?"
"Well, I was just thinking – I have some extra fabric in the back and this time of year is pretty slow. I'm almost positive I have something close to the McDonald tartan, if not exact. I can make something up for you – both of you – if you would like."
Lindsey smiled. "That might be interesting. Can I think about it?"
"Sure, sure. Wesley?"
"I would," Wesley said, but he shrugged as if to say he couldn't, "but my mother's a Gordon."
"I have some of that as well, I think. Let me go check."
As he disappeared into the back, Wesley asked, "Do you really want to do this?"
"I don't know," Lindsey replied. "It might be an interesting way to incorporate something traditional into this very non-traditional event – even if neither of us is big on our biological family aside from Elisa and Zane."
Wesley nodded. "And I think my mum would enjoy the touch. But just cummerbunds, otherwise I think it'd be too much."
Lindsey nodded. "I agree."
Jim came out triumphantly with a sample of each cloth. "I knew I had them back there!" he said as he laid them out on the counter. "What do you think?"
The two men studied the material. "I like them," Wesley said. "I think we should do it."
Lindsey nodded. "I think so too. You think Stacey will freak out too much once we tell her?"
Wesley laughed. "A – I think she'll just be happy that we actually *did* it that she won't care too much. And B – who really cares? This is supposed to be our day."
"I thought I had heard a rumor or two about that. Mostly from Zane telling Andy that 'Daddy and Daddy are having a big party'." Jim smiled as he made some notations on their order form. "And when is the special day?"
"December tenth," Wesley replied.
"Congratulations." As he finished up, he asked, "And how will we be paying today?" To which they responded the same way they had the night before with the rings.
"How do you feel about tonight?" Wesley asked Stacey when they met up that evening.
"Good," she replied. "Excited, nervous, confident, scared to death – pretty much the whole gamut. You?"
"A bit nervous too, but I know you’ll do great," he replied. "Lindsey and I ordered our rings last night and our tuxes today."
"Great! What do the rings look like?"
"They're called rolling interlocking bands – they're the kind that have the two thin bands that are interlocked – and one's white gold and the other's yellow gold."
"Cool. I can't wait to see them."
As they went into the prison, instead of going their normal route, they were lead in the opposite direction. Sensing the tension that was building inside of Stacey, Wesley said nonchalantly, "Take a slow, deep breath." She did so. "Now, slowly release it." She did as she was told. "Now do it five more times." After she had finished, he said, "Can you think of something to get mad about?"
"Yeah, why?" she asked, a little bit of confusion creeping into her voice.
"Because, it'll help steady your nerves if you picture this demon as the thing or person that made you angry."
"Have you done it?"
"Numerous times. Still do."
"Okay." She pursed her lips and focused as they entered the yard and the tension eased from her body. "I'm ready. This guy killed puppies and kittens, right?"
"Well, not technically, but if that'll do it for you –"
"You have no idea." Sizing the other demon up, she said, "Remind me again how to kill it."
"Go for the throat. You'll need to decapitate him to kill him completely." He handed her an ax. "But be careful – he's quick and he's got sharp claws and teeth. And stay away from the drool."
"Is it poisonous?"
"No, it's just very sticky."
The guard in charge of “refereeing” waved the two fighters into the center. “On my count of three, the fight will start,” he said. “Good luck to both of you. One…two…” he got out of the way, “three.”
Wesley watched Stacey as she and the demon fought. Her form had improved considerably since the first time she had fought another demon and she seemed to be much more in tune with her surroundings. She gave the demon a fair fight, but ended it quickly and as mercifully as possible.
"Good job," he said when she came back to him and handed him the ax and he started to give it a quick cleaning.
"Thanks," she replied. "So, there's no chance of being able to fight another one tonight?"
"Not that I'm aware of – something to do with the paperwork and such. But I'm sure it could be arranged, if you wanted to do more than one in a night."
"Well, let's see first. This guy might be the exception to the rule for the perps on this side."
"Good idea," he replied with a smile.
Just then their liaison came over to get their input on the fight.
On Wednesday, Wesley was able to pick up a cancelled appointment with Dr. Gonzales to have the Norplant taken out. He had decided to let it be a surprise for Lindsey, knowing that it would take at least a little time for his body to adjust to not having the chemicals in his system.
“And don’t forget you still have the appointment in December,” Dr. Gonzales said while she finished cleaning up after the procedure.
“I won’t,” he replied with a smile as he put his shirt back on.
Leaning against the counter to make some last minute notes, she asked, “Have you and Lindsey talked things through? I know you expressed some concern over feeling pressured to try for another child.”
“We’ve talked about it some,” Wesley replied. “I don’t know if we’ve come to a complete decision, but it’s in a much better place.”
“Good. Now, remember, if you feel *any* irregular changes in your body between now and December, you get your butt in this office, okay?"
"I promise," he replied with a smile.
“All right. Now, get going and have a great time in Oklahoma City with the family. And don’t let Lindsey spend all his time in the recording studio.”
On Thursday, Stacey and Shaun came over to discuss the music selection for the reception during dinner. As Lindsey and Wesley started to clear away the dishes, Shaun said, "So, we’ve basically said that anything that’s not rap, hip-hop, reggae, gospel, contemporary Christian, jazz, most disco and most blues is fair game."
"Yep," Lindsey replied. "Though, if you play any Barbra Streisand, we will be forced to kill you."
Shaun laughed. "No worries there. Besides, you two aren’t gay enough for Barbra."
"Well, thank you for that," Wesley said as he set the pot of brewed coffee on the table. "That’s one fact that we pride ourselves on immensely."
Lindsey came up behind Wesley and put his hand against the small of Wesley’s back as he bent over to put the pie on the table. "Can you get the plates and forks?" he asked quietly.
Wesley nodded and the two of them returned to the kitchen to get the rest of the items. When they came back, Zane was happily babbling to Stacey and Shaun was dividing his attention between watching Stacey and Zane and Wesley and Lindsey.
As they ate dessert, Shaun said, "You know, I think it’s really cool how much you guys love each other – especially considering how blasé most people are about the whole romance thing these days."
"Thank you," Wesley replied. "So, do you have someone special, Shaun?"
"No, not yet. But I’m sure that one of these days I’ll find her." For some reason, Zane found that funny and giggled. Shaun looked over at him and smiled, his gaze lingering slightly on Stacey, who was sitting between them. Wesley and Lindsey shared a glance and a smile of their own.
After Shaun left, Stacey stayed behind to help the guys stuff envelops with invitations and address them, since they wanted to get them out before they left for Oklahoma City. Zane happily colored quietly as they did so. "Thanks again for helping us, Stacey," Lindsey said. "I don’t know how you were able to fit this into your schedule – between training, slaying, classes, theatre, the band, and mentoring."
"It’s easy," she replied as she finished stuffing and sealing one envelop and moved onto the next. "I had a friend retrofit an insulin pump to work for caffeine and I alternate between that and an IV drip, so I just don’t sleep." They laughed and Zane looked up and grinned, obviously not getting the joke, but obviously glad that his parents and his friend were happy. "But, seriously, I’m happy to do it. I want the two of you two to be happy and I want to repay you for what you’ve done for me. And I get the added bonus of getting experience for planning my own wedding – if and when that day ever comes."
"Oh, I’m sure it will," Wesley replied.
"Yeah, if the general single and straight part of the male population got its collect head out of the sand," she said with a sigh.
"You’d be surprised how things work out. Lord knows, I wasn’t looking for a relationship when I came here and look where I am now."
"Well, I guess I should be thankful – if I really thought about it, it’d be crazy for me to want to get in a relationship now anyway, considering everything I’ve got on my plate."
"And that’s usually when it’s bound to happen," Lindsey replied.
"Don’t I know it," she replied. "Besides, I doubt the one guy I am interested in is interested in me."
"Who? Shaun?"
"Yeah. How’d you know?"
"It was kind of hard to miss all the glances coming from both sides," Wesley said with a smile.
“Both sides?”
“Yes, *both* sides,” Lindsey replied with a grin.
Stacey blushed as Wesley said, "Give it a shot before you both chalk it up to being worthless and move on."
She smiled. "And then I *really* wouldn’t get any sleep. But I’ll definitely keep it in mind."
When they finally got to the last few invitations, Lindsey stole them and their corresponding envelops from Stacey. Lindsey held up one and said, "I feel like a personal note is warranted in these. So, what should we say to the former coconspirators of the now defunct Angel Investigations? Because I’m doubting ‘your attendance is requested so we can put the past behind us’ is an applicable note."
"We should see if they can make it out for Thanksgiving as well," Wesley replied. "Because, honestly, I doubt that what needs to be said would be said within the couple of days they would otherwise be here for the wedding – or, in fact, *could* be said in that window of time."
"Are you sure?" Lindsey asked. "Because I want this to be totally up to you. If you really don’t want them here that long, they don’t have to be."
"I think they should. I think it would be good for all of us, regardless of the outcome."
"Okay." Lindsey slid the invitations over to Wesley. "I just want you to be comfortable with this decision."
"Don’t worry," Wesley smiled as he took the invitations and opened the first one so he could write in it. "I’ve thought this through and I think that this is the most acceptable way to bring this to any sort of closure."
"Can I ask what’s going on?" Stacey asked. "Any possible fights I should be aware of so I can break them up, if necessary?"
"We’ve invited some old friends-slash-coworkers of mine and Zane’s biological father," Wesley replied, dropping his voice on the word ‘father’ as he paused in writing his note, "who is also an old rival of sorts of Lindsey’s. When I left L.A., a lot of things hand been left unsaid between us. So, Lindsey and I decided to invite them, both to share in this, since they were an important part of our lives, and also to clear the air as much as possible."
She smiled. "That sounds like a great idea. I hope they come."
"So do we," Lindsey replied with a smile.
The next day, Wesley and Lindsey got up and packed to go to Oklahoma City. "Are you sure you’re okay with this?" Lindsey asked.
"I’m absolutely fine with it," Wesley replied. "We both have more than enough time to cover it, Zane’s teacher said that he’ll be fine for a week as long as we keep up with working on his colors, numbers, and alphabet with him. It’ll be great for the three of us to get away for the week. Besides, at this point we’ve already made all the other arrangements for it, so we might as well go."
"You’re right." Lindsey stopped what he was doing and went over to loosely embrace Wesley. "I’m just trying to make sure you’re not feeling pressured to do this."
"I know." Wesley smiled reassuringly. "And you’ve been doing a great job of it and you’re not. You can stop second guessing yourself." He kissed the tip of Lindsey’s nose. "This trip will go great, you’ll wow everyone there, and the world isn’t going to end."
"And do you have that last bit on good authority?"
"The best. I’ve checked all the texts. There’s absolutely no way an apocalypse can happen this week. Well, unless Angel came to town and started making unrealistic demands."
Lindsey laughed. "Okay, I believe you. Though, I guess I’d have to, since I can’t read half of those languages anyway."
"Besides, we’re only about two hours away from home, if we really need to come back home at the drop of a hat."
They made good time getting to the hotel. Once they had made it to the hotel that the record company was setting them up in, Wesley and Lindsey tried not to gape at exterior of the accommodations. They hadn’t expected something quite so nice.
When Lindsey came back out after checking in, he said, "Okay, we’re all set. They’ve even left a stipend for us to do valet parking."
Wesley placed the bookmark in the book he had been reading to Zane and said, "Okay." They unpacked the SUV and a valet appeared out of nowhere to take their vehicle and gave them a stub for it. Wesley watched Lindsey talk to the valet as he took a hold of one of Zane’s hands and asked almost absently, "Do you have Boo, Zane?"
"Yes," came the reply as Zane looked around, drinking everything in. Wesley glanced down and saw the bear clutched to Zane’s chest with his other arm.
Once they got set up in the room, which was much more opulent than they had expected, Lindsey looked at the itinerary that had been faxed to him previously. "Okay, so we’re free until this evening. They want to have dinner with us tonight."
"Okay," Wesley replied. "Do we want to go to the museum for the rest of the day?"
Lindsey nodded. "I think that’ll be good. It looks like Zane would have fun there."
The week passed for them in a blur of activities with Zane – who seemed to really enjoy being in the city and away from home – and Lindsey doing things with the record label. Wesley and Zane were able to sit in the studio and watch as Lindsey recorded the songs that had been decided on during the previous trip. Wesley was surprised at how much material Lindsey had actually accumulated. He had become so accustomed to Lindsey scribbling ideas on scraps of paper, trying things out during his shows, and whatnot, that he hadn’t realized how many songs there were.
Near the end of the last recording session, Steve, the man in charge of Lindsey’s album, said, "Okay, Lindsey, we’ve still got enough space for one more track. Do you have any ideas of what you’d like to do for it?"
"I think so," he said. “I have one song left.” He looked at Wesley nervously. “Would you mind stepping out for a couple minutes?”
“Why?” Wesley asked.
“Because it’s a surprise.”
“Oh.” He started to gather up Zane, knowing that even though the kid had been very good and attentive, that his attention span had to have started wearing thin. “Come on, Zane. Daddy’s almost done.”
“Can I wait in here?” Zane asked almost plaintively. “I like watching Daddy play.”
Wesley looked up at Lindsey who just shrugged. “Okay. But remember you have to be very quiet, okay?” Zane nodded with a smile and a finger to his lips.
“You got it, kiddo,” Lindsey replied with a thumbs up.
“I’ll be right outside,” Wesley said before slipping out. As he heard the door shut, he heard Steve say, “All right, let’s hear it.”
“Daddy!” Zane yelled, bursting through the door and into Wesley’s arms about fifteen minutes later. “Daddy wrote a song for you and it’s very pretty.”
“He did, did he?” Wesley asked with a quirked eyebrow as Lindsey came out.
“Yes. But I’m not supposed to tell you until the party.”
Wesley laughed and put Zane down as he looked at Lindsey with a smile. “You do know this means I’m going to torment you until the ceremony, right?”
“You can try all you’d like,” Lindsey replied with a smug grin.
The week ended with a photo shoot and the photographer took more than enough shots for Lindsey’s promotional material, as well as his cover shots, and then took a few of the family – which Wesley thought was a nice touch. Nevertheless, they were both glad to be going home.
They’d been back home a week when there was a knock on the door. “Expecting anyone?” Lindsey asked from his spot on the couch.
“Nope,” Wesley replied as he fit a puzzle piece into place, “your turn, Zane.” He got up from the dining room table and opened the door. “Mum!” he exclaimed. “You’re not supposed to be here until tomorrow.”
“Mum-Mum!” Zane said excitedly as he hopped off his chair. He ran over to her and threw his arms around her legs.
“Hello to you too, Zane,” Elisa said as she picked him up and gave him a kiss. “My, you’re getting big. And I know I’m here early, dear,” she said as she entered and Wesley grabbed her bags from outside. “But I was able to take advantage of an earlier flight and I wanted to surprise you all.”
“You could’ve called us from the airport and we would’ve picked you up,” Lindsey said as he crossed over from the couch.
“Can’t you two just let an old woman enjoy her surprise?” she asked with an amused smile as she let Zane down. “I’m here now, and that’s that. Now, where are my hugs from the two of you?”
As Lindsey hugged her, the phone rang. “Hey, sweetcakes," Lorne said when Wesley answered the phone. "How are you and the family?"
"We’re doing well, thanks. My mum just got here, actually. How are you and the others?"
"We’re doing fabulously. Still trying to fight evil without becoming evil and all that – same as we have for the past four and a half years. And we all love the pictures and letters regarding the munchkin that Lindsey keeps sending Angel. I’d love to chat about the precious fruit of your loins, but I’m on a very tight schedule. I was calling to tell you we got the invites to the shindig you and Lindsey are holding."
"Yes, and?"
"First off – congratulations from Fred, Gunn, and I. I think the jury's still out with Angel. And secondly, we’ll be there – all four of us. There are few things that would keep us away."
"Good. And Thanksgiving?"
"We’ll be there for that as well. Honestly, as good as some of the perks of this place are, it’ll be good to get away from this town for awhile." Wesley laughed. "So, is the other half around?"
"Yes, he is. Let me go get him for you."
"Good. I want to congratulate him as well."
After Lindsey hung up the phone a couple minutes, he said, “Well, that went well. Lorne’s excited –”
“Which really shouldn’t be a surprise,” Wesley replied.
“Definitely not. And it seems like Gunn and Fred are at least mildly interested. And Angel – who knows.” He sat down on one of the bar stools. “I had hoped that all the letters and photos would engender something in him, but I guess I was wrong.”
Wesley covered the hand that was resting on the bar. “I don’t think so. When I talked with Charles last, he told me that Angel was always very excited about the letters. I think that this was just more than he had ever expected and it’s probably thrown him for a loop.”
“Last nail in the coffin and all that?” Lindsey asked with a weak smile.
“Something like that, I’m sure,” Wesley replied, patting Lindsey’s hand.
During the phone call and ensuing conversation, Elisa had been helping Zane with his puzzle. “So, I take it he’s coming?” she asked as she fit a piece into place.
“Yes, ‘he’ is, Mum,” Wesley replied, leaning more fully against the bar.
“I hope you’ve both thought this through,” she said archly as she got up and crossed over to the other side of the counter. “There’s a reason why people don’t invite exes – especially significant exes – to their weddings.”
“And what’s he going to do? Throw me over his shoulder and take me back to Los Angeles?” Lindsey casually dropped his other hand on top of Wesley’s. “Granted, Angel’s never been much of a logical thinker when he doesn’t get his way, but he’s not a brute.”
“Then – what? Are you hoping for closure?”
“Something like that.”
“Wesley, honey,” she gently put her hand on his forearm, “aside from what Angel is in the larger picture, aside from what he was in the past, he was a very negative force in your life,” she held up a finger to stop him from interrupting, “even if it ended up bringing you to a very positive place. Is it really such a wise decision to let him and the rest of your old group to come here? This is supposed to be a happy time for both of you and I fear that only bad things will come of it.”
Wesley put his free hand on top of his mother’s. “Mum, Angel and I have been not dealing with this,” he lowered his voice, “with Zane – since I was still pregnant with him. This will more than likely be the only chance we’ll ever have to completely clear things up and move on. Considering the circles we move in, I doubt we’ll ever be truly free of each other and I’d prefer for it to be easy for us to be civil to each other. And I do want him to have access to Zane if he wants it. I doubt that Zane will ever know Angel’s his real biological father, but I do want him to know that he’s part of the family.”
She pursed her lips before saying, “Fine. I’ll hold my tongue as best I can, but please don’t expect too much.”
“As long as you’re civil,” Wesley replied, patting her hand.
“Are any of you going to help me?” Zane asked, sounding exasperated.
Wesley and Lindsey felt like they were going crazy. It was two days before Thanksgiving and aside from all of the last minute things they had to do to get ready for their ceremony, it was their turn to host Thanksgiving dinner. And to top it off, Lorne, Fred, Gunn, and Angel were due to arrive the next day. It was something of a godsend when David and Jonathan brought in Zane to pick them up from work and took them out to dinner that evening to see if it would help them calm their nerves.
"Everything will be fine," David said as they were getting ready to leave to go home. "They'll come, we'll have a great dinner on Thursday, you all will talk and sort out whatever you need to sort out, they'll promise to send your stuff out when they get back to L.A., we'll all enjoy the ceremony, they'll go home, and everyone will be as happy as clams."
"I certainly hope so," Wesley said, letting out a sigh.
"Oh, it will," David replied, adjusting Wesley's coat. "You'll see. Now, keep your chin up and remember that they're on your turf now and that you are master of your domain."
Wesley laughed. "I'll do my best, sir."
David smiled. "That's what I like to hear. Now, what are you planning for Thanksgiving dinner?"
“You just ate, David. You couldn’t possibly be hungry again.”
“I didn’t say I was, but my stomach always likes to be reassured of where its next meal is coming from.”
“You’ve got a few other meals to worry about first then,” Lindsey said, poking him in the ribs as he passed.
“I wish Elisa would have come out with us,” Jonathan said as they exited the restaurant. “She’s one neat lady, Wes.”
“Believe me, we tried to get her to come out,” Lindsey said, “but it was a lost argument when she started in on grandparental rights and how we probably never get any time to ourselves.”
It was already late the next night when Wesley’s cell phone rang. “Hello?”
“Hey, Wes, it’s Gunn. We just got into the airport in Oklahoma City. So, we'll be up there in a few hours."
"Okay," Wesley said as he juggled some of Zane's toys that he was cleaning up from the living room so that he could pull out the sofa bed for Elisa. "Do you lot know where you're going once you're in Stillwater?"
"Yeah, we've printed out directions."
"Good."
"So, what time do you want us there tomorrow?"
"Around noon will be fine, though we probably won't eat until later in the afternoon."
"Okay. It'll be good to see you again, Wes."
"You too," Wesley replied absently before hanging up the phone and sitting down on the newly made-up bed with a sigh.
Elisa came out of the bathroom toweling her hair dry. "Was that them, dear?" she asked as she sat down next to him.
"Yeah," he replied flatly. "They just landed in Oklahoma City."
"Regardless of how I feel, this really isn't the end of the world, you know."
"No, but the reasons for why you shouldn't invite exes who happen to be the biological father of your child to your wedding to someone else are there for a reason."
"Oh, sweetie." She gently rubbed his shoulder. "Take deep breaths and try not to worry about it. Everything will work out in the end, I just know it."
Wesley gave her a small smile. "I know."
“You just have to remember to stand firm and not let Angel suck you in to anything.”
“I doubt he could at this point.”
“Good. Now, what channel is that show on that Lindsey was raving about?”
Thankfully, the next day, everything was going perfectly fine. Most of their guests arrived a bit early, though their four old friends were running a bit late, and the turkey and other assorted foods were cooking as planned.
When the knock on the door finally came, Wesley let out a ragged breath, smoothed his shirt, and steeled himself before he went to answer it. "Come on in," he said, voice tight, to the foursome standing outside.
As they came in and took off their coats, adding them to the already full coat rack, Fred grinned and said, "You look great, Wesley," and, as soon as he was finished helping adjust the coats, gave him a hug.
"Thank you," he replied with a tentative smile.
"You do look fabulous," Lorne said, the next to give him a hug.
"Hey, man," Gunn said with a smile as they shook hands, then leaned in for a quick hug.
"Hi," Angel said shyly.
"Hi," Wesley replied, not sure what to say. They stood there for a moment, before Wesley cleared his throat uncomfortably and said, "Well, come in and meet everyone." He made the introductions between all of the guests and as he did so, Lindsey and Zane came out of the kitchen from checking on the turkey. Picking Zane up, Wesley said, "And this is Zane. Zane, this is Fred, Gunn, Lorne, and Angel. They're friends of mine from a long time ago."
Wesley watched his old friends as he introduced his son. Fred, Gunn, and Lorne each said ‘hi’ to Zane and gave him a big smile and he replied back with a ‘hi’ and a grin of his own to each of them. Angel had been intent on studying his child and was a bit unfocused in saying hello to Zane. Zane seemed to catch on and gave him an uncertain ‘hi’ of his own before wiggling his way out of Wesley's hold and going over to sit on Stacey's lap as they watched the football game. Angel continued to watch him as Zane talked with Stacey. He only broke off long enough to acknowledge Lindsey’s greeting.
"Gunn, right?" Lindsey asked as he held out his hand to the black man.
"Right," Gunn replied as he shook Lindsey's hand. "Thanks for the invitation."
"You're welcome. And you must be Fred," he said as he held out his hand to her. She smiled and nodded as she shook his hand. "Lorne!" He grinned as he and the demon hugged tightly. "It's great to see you, man."
"It’s great to see you too, sweetcakes!" Lorne replied. "It looks like coming home’s agreed with you," he said as he pulled away.
"Well, honestly, it didn’t really start agreeing with me until Wesley showed up." Lindsey unconsciously moved closer to Wesley and rubbed the small of his back. "But, generally, you’re right – Oklahoma is better for me than Los Angeles. Can I get any of you a drink or anything?" Fred and Gunn took Lindsey up on his offer and followed him into the kitchen.
"And, I must say it again, you look *fabulous*, Wesley," Lorne commented. "Who would’ve thought leading a family life in Stillwater, Oklahoma, would agree with you so much?"
Coming from anyone else, Wesley may have considered taking offense to the comment, but he knew that Lorne had meant it with the best of intentions. "Thank you, Lorne," he replied with a smile. "You look like you’re doing quite well yourself."
"Well, what can I say," he said with a small chuckle, "being an agent to the stars is definitely a calling for me – even if most of them are evil. But I do what I can with them. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to get a drink and I’d like to go chat with Marty and Dory."
"You do look good, Wes," Angel said. "I’m glad you’re happy."
"Thank you," Wesley replied. "And how’ve you been?"
"Good – still trying to work in the system. And it’s still as hard as it was." He brightened. "I’m still seeing Nina – you know, the werewolf."
Wesley smiled. "Yes, I remember. I’m happy for you."
"Zane looks happy," he commented, looking at the three year old who was happily sitting and bouncing on Stacey’s lap. "He’s normal, right?"
"Completely," Wesley replied. "At least as far as we can tell at any rate. I don’t know if anything will manifest later or not, though."
"I hope it doesn’t – for his sake," Angel replied. "I really need to thank Lindsey for all the stuff he sent me. It made it…a bit easier – especially after Connor."
“Look, we really need to talk, but this isn’t the time or place for it.”
“You’re right. Whenever you want this week – just let me know.”
“I will, thank you.”
The rest of the afternoon went very well and everyone enjoyed themselves and ate much more than they should have before returning to watching the football games.
While putting the last few dishes away that night after everyone had gone home and while Elisa was reading to Zane, Lindsey said, “I think things went well for the first day of our ‘festivities’. Everyone got along and your mother didn’t kill Angel.”
“Though, some of the looks she gave him could have,” Wesley replied as he put a plate away. “Did you see how Angel kept watching Zane?”
“Yeah, it was like he was the most intriguing thing since sliced bread.”
“I think he was trying to see if he could tell if there was anything different about Zane.” He hung up the dish towel. “I told him we’d get together later on this week and talk and I want you to be there.”
“Are you sure?” Lindsey closed the last cupboard.
“Yes. You have every right to be – especially since we’ll be talking about our son. And I think that presenting a united front to Angel will help more than anything.”
Lindsey nodded. “Okay. Ready to go see how Elisa’s doing in putting Zane to bed?”
That Sunday, Wesley and Lindsey met up with Angel and the others for dinner. "I’m glad you all were able to come out and visit," Lindsey said when they were seated. "How’d the take over of Wolfram and Hart go?"
"It’s definitely been interesting," Gunn said. "When I helped you guys with that first job there, I never thought *we’d* actually be running the place a few years later."
"But we’re doing what we can to bring it down," Angel said, "bit by bit."
"Yeah and most days it feels like we’re pulling the bricks down with our bare hands. But we are starting to gain some ground."
"Don’t you miss it, Wes?" Fred asked, innocently.
"Now and then," he replied, "but the feeling passes quickly. Especially when I look at Lindsey or Zane."
"Or Stacey calls you about another one of her ideas," Lindsey replied with a laugh.
Continue in Part 4
Lindsey shrugged as he leaned against the counter to take a look at the paper. "Maybe a couple tasteful arrangements of flowers or something? I don't want a lot of decorations."
Wesley nodded as he made a few more notes. "I'm sure that flowers would be more expensive then anyway, considering it'll be December. Plus, we don't want to trigger anyone's allergies with a profusion of flowers."
"Daddy, can I have some more juice?" Zane asked.
While Lindsey got Zane more juice, he asked, "Do we want to have the whole bridesmaids/ groomsmen thing? Well, um, groomsmen/groomsmen, I guess."
Wesley shrugged as he took a sip from Lindsey’s mug. "It's up to you. I think it would be nice for us to each have at least a best man."
"But then that would mean there'd be two best man toasts at the reception. Can we do that?" He stood next to Wesley and casually draped an arm over his shoulder and swiped his mug out of Wesley’s hand as soon as it was clear of his mouth with his other hand.
Wesley thought about it for a moment. "I guess we could. Or talk to who we choose and see if they have a preference or not. But I doubt it's something that needs to be resolved right now."
"True. I think we should talk to David about the ceremony and see if there's anything that *has* to be in there aside from the vows because if we have a bit of creative power, then we can see about including other people in the ceremony."
"Good idea. How many people are you thinking for the guest list for the ceremony?"
"I don’t know." Lindsey got a teasing look on his face. "Though it may be hard to narrow it down, like whether we should exclude my family or yours."
"Oh, please. Aside from my mother, my family's not worth it."
Lindsey did an eyebrow shrug. "Not that my family's worth that much. I haven't heard from them in years – not since before college." He shrugged, as if to roll it off his back. "It's probably better that way."
"How about we both make a prospective list of who we want to invite and go from there?"
"Sounds like a good idea. What were you thinking of for the reception?"
"Daddy, can I have another pancake?" Zane asked.
As Wesley got Zane another pancake, he replied, "Well, it depends on when we have it. If it’s going to be in December, I was thinking we could rent a reception hall, or something, where we'd have enough room to eat and dance. And I like the idea of having a buffet dinner in that situation. Otherwise, I think we should go with our original plan."
"Okay. And I think we should talk to Stacey about her friend being the deejay."
Wesley nodded. "She mentioned a photographer too – at least for the formal pictures, maybe?"
"And what were you thinking in the way of pictures of the reception? Just getting a bunch of disposable cameras and letting people take the pictures for us?"
"I like the idea. That way it would be more personal and I’m sure we could save some money by doing so."
After Zane finished and got down to go watch cartoons, Lindsey asked, "What about a honeymoon? Do you want to do that?"
"It might be nice to just get away for a while. I don’t know if we could do it right away, though – if we do it in December, there’s Christmas and Zane’s birthday and my mum would still be here. Plus, Zane would be in preschool, remember? We could go somewhere in the summer and take him with us kind of combine the honeymoon with a family vacation."
"And our wedding night?"
Wesley gave him a small leer. "I’m sure we can arrange something for that night."
"We’ll also need to get tuxes and rings. Do we want to rent the tuxes or buy?"
Wesley made a couple more notes. "I don’t know. I think it might be a good idea to just rent, since we don’t have that many chance to wear a tux around here."
"Maybe not, but once I start winning my awards, we’ll need them."
Wesley stuck his tongue out at Lindsey and then purposely not acknowledging the comment, he asked, "Do we want to have Zane be the ring-bearer, or do we want to give that duty to our best men?"
Lindsey munched on a piece of pancake before saying, "I think we should give it to Zane. It’ll make him feel included and if it wasn’t for him, we wouldn’t be here."
"This is very true." Looking over the list, Wesley said, "I think we’ve got a good start here."
Lindsey nodded. "So do I. Though, I think Stacey would be upset to find that we started without her. It’s up to you if you want to let her help us."
Wesley half-shrugged. "I know things are going to be crazy with Zane starting preschool, the conference, and now your recording contract. It might be good to have the help."
"I’ll see what I can do about keeping the bulk of the music stuff until after the ceremony," Lindsey replied, picking up some of the dishes to take to the sink.
The rest of July passed quietly and the date of December eighth was finalized with David. Wesley, Lindsey and Stacey began preparing for the ceremony.
In between looking at reception halls – and deciding on the last one they visited – meeting with caterers, Stacey’s training, enrolling Zane in preschool, and talking with Lindsey’s record label, Wesley and Lindsey hardly had any time to themselves. So, it was with some surprise that one evening, Jonathan and David showed up unannounced, proclaimed they hadn’t seen their godchild in forever, and promised to bring him back before bedtime.
Wesley and Lindsey had been left staring at each other for a few long moments, not sure what to do. Lindsey had finally broken the silence by asking Wesley what he wanted to do for dinner. They rummaged around in the pantry for food and took their time preparing the food together. After they finished eating, they cuddled on the couch, enjoying each other’s company and the quiet – talking about whatever crossed their minds. Unexpectedly, Lindsey leaned forward and captured Wesley’s mouth with his own.
They didn’t get very far as a key was heard in the lock just as the kiss was starting to deepen. They quickly pulled apart just before Zane bounded in, followed a little slower by David and Jonathan.
"Daddy! Daddy!" Zane exclaimed as he ran over to them and launched himself onto the sofa between them. "We ate pizza and went to the playground and Uncle Jon pushed me on the swings and Uncle David took me on the big slide." After taking a breath, he kissed them both on the cheek.
"I hope he didn’t tire you two out too much," Wesley said.
"We had a great time," Jonathan said as he sagged onto one of the bar chairs. "And it’s a lot of fun to wind him up and then bring him home."
"Very funny," Lindsey replied. "Would you two like something to drink?"
After they had been served dessert, Jonathan asked, "So, how’s the planning coming?"
"For what?" Wesley asked. "The ceremony or Lindsey’s first CD?"
"Either," David replied.
"I’m going down to Oklahoma City week after next for some preliminary things for the album," Lindsey said.
"And the ceremony?" David pushed.
"It’s coming," Wesley replied. "We’ve found a reception hall and a caterer, Stacey got her friends to agree to deejay and do the formal photographs for us. Have you heard anything about the church?"
"They agreed to let us hold the ceremony there," David said. "And the date won’t be a problem."
"That’s great," Lindsey said. "And, Jonathan, I’ve been meaning to ask you – will you be my best man?"
"Sure," Jonathan replied with a grin. "I’d be honored to."
"Yay!" Zane said from where he was eating a piece of pie. "Uncle Jon and Uncle David are coming to the party!"
The four adults laughed. "He’s heard us talking about it so much that he knows that when we say ‘ceremony’, it means ‘party’."
"There’s more than a grain of truth to that," David said with a smile.
The day before Lindsey was set to leave for Oklahoma City, he and Wesley went over their prospective guest lists. For the most part, they had picked the same people, so there wasn’t much of a discussion about the choice. But the last four on Lindsey’s list were met with vehement disapproval by Wesley.
"We are *not* inviting them," he said as he stood to get another beer out of the fridge.
"Why not?" Lindsey asked, turning to look at him.
Wesley leaned back against the counter and twisted the top off the bottle. "Because we’ve hardly spoken in the past four years or so and things had been going steadily downhill for a few years before that. I think that hardly deserves an invitation."
"Then I’ll accept cutting Fred and Gunn off of the list. But you have to admit that Lorne was good to both of us and he’s as much my friend as yours, if not more. And I want Angel to be here. I know it goes against every convention of not inviting an ex, but I think it would be a good way for the three of us to make some sort of peace. Plus, he’ll be able to actually meet Zane. And, at least this way, we’ll be able to do it on our own territory. And I think it’ll be good for both of you – and Fred and Gun if you later decide you’d like for them to come as well. It’ll give you all a chance to put all the bad stuff behind you and maybe even end it for good." Lindsey stood and crossed over to Wesley, putting his hands on Wesley’s hips. "I think it’d be good for you," he said quietly. "I see that haunted look you have after you talk to one of them or when you see my letters to Angel."
Wesley shrugged him off and moved back over to the bar, not wanting to start an argument, but at the same time unwilling to just let it go. "Honestly, I don’t care how good it would be for me, or if it defied tradition, or if it would be the most sensible and logical decision in the history of the world. I don’t want them to come." Once the words came out of his mouth, it was like so many things were rushing to the fore that he hadn't realized were itching just under his skin to get out.
Wesley sighed. "I know that since we’ve come into your life and you and I have gotten together, you’ve wanted a child that was biologically ours. And while I would love to have a child with you and give Zane a sibling," his voice became harder and had a bit of an edge to it, "I feel like I'm being pressured to do so and I *do* *not* want to do it just so you can feel like you have the final word in whatever pissing contest you and Angel had back in L.A. He was behind me as soon as I left Los Angeles and there is no reason for you to let it continue."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Lindsey’s eyes were definitely flashing now and his voice, though quiet and collected, was brimming with anger. "I have *never* wanted to have a child for that reason. Yes, I’ve always wanted a son, but," he pointed towards Zane’s room, "Zane fulfilled that desire when the two of you came into my life. You said it yourself – I love him as if he was my own flesh and blood and *nothing* will ever change that." His voice started getting louder. "The only reason I want to have a child with you is to have a living breathing expression of our love, as if Zane being a healthy and happy three-year-old wasn’t enough of one. It was never about Angel, what went on between Angel and I, what went on between the two of you or Zane being his blood instead of mine."
"Daddy, are you mad?" asked a small voice.
"No, baby," Lindsey replied, his voice and expression immediately softening as they both looked to find Zane hovering in the entrance to the kitchen, looking as if he was about to cry. Lindsey went over and knelt in front of him. "Daddy and I were just having a discussion." He took Zane into his arms and gave him a tight hug.
"Do you still love me?" asked the small voice and Wesley was sure he heard a note of doubt in it.
"Always, baby. Always." Lindsey kissed the top of Zane’s head before releasing him. "Daddy’s going to go for a walk, okay? But I’ll be home in time to say good night."
"Okay, Daddy." Zane kissed Lindsey on the cheek then ran off back to his room. Lindsey stood and, without looking at Wesley or saying anything else, grabbed his keys and left.
Wesley sank back against the counter, worn out from what had happened. As he started to make dinner, and for the rest of the night, he replayed the fight and wondered what he could have done differently. But each time, he still felt as though he had valid reasons for being angry with Lindsey. Bedtime came and Lindsey still wasn’t home. Wesley considered calling him, but as he picked up the phone, he knew that Lindsey needed the time to himself and would come home when he was ready. He just hoped that Zane wouldn’t be too upset with Lindsey.
During the night, Wesley woke up and thought he heard singing coming from Zane’s room, but figured he was still dreaming and went back to sleep. In the morning, Lindsey’s side of the bed looked like it hadn’t been slept in and he, along with the small duffel bag he had packed earlier in the week, was gone. The only way Wesley knew he had been home was on a piece of paper propped up against the coffee maker: "I Love You".
Thursday night the phone rang and Zane ran to get it, yelling, "I get it!" As Wesley watched from where he was making dinner, Zane pulled himself up onto the stool next to the phone and picked it up. Placing it against his ear, he said, "Hello?" There was a pause and then Zane grinned. "Hi, Daddy! I miss you." There was another pause as Zane seemed to listen intently. "Okay. I love you." He looked at Wesley and said, "Daddy, Daddy wants you," and he held out the phone.
Wesley took the phone and, after putting it against his chest to muffle the sound, said, "Go wash up for dinner." After Zane ran off, Wesley put the phone to his ear and said, "Hello, Lindsey."
"Hey, Wesley," Lindsey replied. "I’m really sorry about last night – for the things I said and for not coming home until after you both were asleep. I really miss you."
"I miss you too," Wesley said almost reflexively, but he knew that it was true. He did miss having Lindsey there with him. And the small taste of what it would have been like if he hadn’t literally landed in Stillwater was a bitter one. "Where did you sleep last night?"
"The couch, since I didn’t want to wake you. And I thought it fitting, since I was sure you were still mad at me."
Wesley let out a breath. "I’m not mad at you. I was just very unhappy with how you had decided to deal with some of these situations. I felt like you were manipulating me."
Lindsey let out a small laugh. "And that couldn’t have been further from the truth. While things came out completely wrong, I swear my intentions were completely pure. I’m sorry that you had to think that and I wish you had told me how you felt before. Damn, I’ve got to go – it looks like our break’s over. Besides, a phone call isn’t the way to make up. I’ll be home tomorrow night in time for dinner. I’ve gotten them to agree to postpone a few things so I can get out of here. I miss you and Zane too much. I love you."
"I love you too and I’ll see you tomorrow evening." Wesley hung up the phone feeling immeasurably better and knowing that some things needed to be done.
When Lindsey got home the following evening, he was greeted by an armful of Zane – who wanted to know everything about his trip. Setting him down and seeing that Wesley was putting dinner out on the table now that he was home, Lindsey said, "Go get washed up and then I’ll tell you about it while we eat dinner."
After Zane had run off, Lindsey embraced Wesley from behind, who twisted around to face him. Their lips met in a hungry kiss.
"Mmmhm," Wesley said, as he slowly broke it off and let his forehead touch Lindsey’s. "I missed you, love."
"I missed you too, baby," Lindsey replied. "I think I’m going to have to change my contract so that you *have* to be with me wherever I go. I missed you *way* too much for it to have been solely regret from the fight."
"I know what you mean."
"That being said, they want me to go down in October to actually talk about the album, as well as take some pictures so they can start putting together a preliminary advertising campaign."
"Zane will have school."
"It’ll only be a few days – not even a week. I don’t see why we couldn’t take him. It’s not like he’ll be missing a week of advanced physics or anything."
"We’ll talk about it, okay?"
"Okay."
"I’m hungry," Zane said from his spot at the bar.
"We're coming," Lindsey replied with a smile. “Since when has he gotten so good at sneaking up on us?”
“I have no idea,” Wesley replied as he pulled away. “But I know he didn’t get it from me.”
As the two men sat down, Zane asked, "Are we going on a trip?"
"We're thinking about it," Wesley replied.
"Yay!" Zane replied as he picked up his fork.
“The whole recording process has been *amazing* - even if it’s just been demos so they can get a feel for me and my material,” Lindsey said.
“Is it just you, or do you have any back-up?” Wesley asked before taking a drink of iced tea.
“It’s mostly just me, but we’ve gotten some studio people who’ve had some free time to come help out.” Lindsey was practically vibrating, just remembering. “The studio’s just – *wow*. State of the art. It’s going to turn out great.”
“I think Daddy’s excited about his new friends,” Zane not quite stage-whispered to Wesley.
“I agree,” Wesley replied with a grin.
Stacey met them in their office for lunch on Monday. After starting to eat, she pulled out her notebook and said, "Okay, Joseppi's needs a final count for catering."
"Twenty-six," Lindsey said.
As she started writing that down, Wesley said, "Thirty."
Lindsey looked at Wesley with confusion etched in his face and Wesley nodded slightly as Stacey paused and asked, "So, which is it?"
"Thirty," Lindsey replied.
"Okay." She scribbled out the first number and put down the second. "Remember that we're meeting with Shaun on Thursday to go over music for the reception – general likes, dislikes, things like that so he can start getting things together. Next on the list are rings and tuxes. Have either of you two done *anything* for that?"
"I've thought about it in passing," Lindsey replied with a smile.
Stacey reached across the desk and swatted him with her notebook. "Not funny. You two have about two and a half months for these two things and that's probably pushing it, since this stuff needs to be sized and all." She stared at both of them. "This evening – promise me."
"We promise," Wesley replied.
"Swear?" she asked, glaring at them.
"Swear," Lindsey replied, crossing his heart.
"Good, because I've already double checked with Jonathan and he's already got his tux. And have you decided on anyone yet, Wesley?"
"Marty," he replied, sheepishly.
Stacey wrote that down. "Okay. And make sure he's got a tux too."
"Have you ever considered the fact that you're taking this a little too seriously?" Lindsey asked.
"Nope," she replied after taking a last bite of her salad, "because if I didn't, you two wouldn't be having a commitment ceremony."
"Well, not one that would be happening this December," Wesley commented lowly to Lindsey before taking a sip of his soda.
"I heard that," Stacey commented. She glanced at her watch and slid her notebook back in her bag. "I've got to get to class. We still on, Wesley?" she asked as she stood and slung the strap of her messenger bag over her shoulder.
"Yes," he replied.
"Okay." She grabbed her salad container. "I'll see you tomorrow night, then. Bye, guys."
"Bye," they both replied as she dropped the container in the trash and headed out, pulling the door shut behind her.
That night after dinner, Wesley and Lindsey took Zane to the mall to look for wedding rings. Wesley was getting frustrated by the time they entered the last jewelry store. The men's wedding rings that they had seen so far were either a little too normal/traditional for his tastes or on the *far* end of the ostentatious scale.
As they looked in the case and quietly conferred, one of the sales associates came up to them and asked, "Can I help you gentlemen with anything tonight?"
When neither Wesley nor Lindsey said anything immediately, Zane beamed from where Wesley was holding him on his hip so he could also see into the case and said, "Daddy and Daddy are having a party."
"Oh, well," she seemed momentarily flustered as the two men looked up, but quickly recovered her composure, "is there anything specific I can show you gentlemen?"
"What about this one here?" Lindsey asked, pointing out the one he meant.
She brought the tray out of the case and handed the ring to Lindsey. "It's not one of our most popular pieces," she said, "but it a beautiful one, isn't it?" Both men nodded as they studied the two rolling interlocking bands – one of yellow gold and one of white gold. "So, what do you two think?"
They both looked at each other and smiled. "We like it a lot," Lindsey replied as he handed it back to her.
"Have you made your decision?" she asked, when she saw them come in.
"We have," Wesley replied, "and we'd like to order a pair of that wedding ring."
"Wonderful," she beamed as she pulled out an order form. As she began filling it out, she said, "Just to let you know, we are having a sale this week – 20 percent off on all of our rings." After measuring their left ring fingers and taking their information and calculating the price, she said, "It usually takes about a month for the rings to be ready, will that be okay with you?”
“The ceremony isn’t until December eighth, so that should be more than enough time.”
“All right, how would you like to pay?”
"I'm sure this is an odd request," Lindsey said as they both reached for their wallets, "but can we split it evenly?"
"We want to buy each other's ring," Wesley clarified.
"Sure, not a problem," the sales lady replied, trying to look as if this was a normal, every day occurrence. She took their cards and went to run them through the machine. When she came back and handed them the slips to sign, she said, "We'll give you a call when the rings are ready."
After they both pocketed their receipts and credit cards, Lindsey picked up a tired Zane and said, "Thank you for your help."
The next day at lunchtime, Wesley and Lindsey went to look for tuxedos. Thankfully, Wesley thought, this was much easier than looking for rings. At the first place they went into, they were able to find tuxedos that complimented both their own figure and each other's tuxedo. And before they knew it, they had both been fitted, with the measurements carefully jotted down for alterations to be made later.
As they were trying to decide which accessories to include and colors, Jim, the tailor/clerk who was helping them and who was also Zane’s swimming instructor, said, "Lindsey, you're last name's McDonald, correct?"
"That would be correct," Lindsey replied. "Why? Do you have something in mind?"
"Well, I was just thinking – I have some extra fabric in the back and this time of year is pretty slow. I'm almost positive I have something close to the McDonald tartan, if not exact. I can make something up for you – both of you – if you would like."
Lindsey smiled. "That might be interesting. Can I think about it?"
"Sure, sure. Wesley?"
"I would," Wesley said, but he shrugged as if to say he couldn't, "but my mother's a Gordon."
"I have some of that as well, I think. Let me go check."
As he disappeared into the back, Wesley asked, "Do you really want to do this?"
"I don't know," Lindsey replied. "It might be an interesting way to incorporate something traditional into this very non-traditional event – even if neither of us is big on our biological family aside from Elisa and Zane."
Wesley nodded. "And I think my mum would enjoy the touch. But just cummerbunds, otherwise I think it'd be too much."
Lindsey nodded. "I agree."
Jim came out triumphantly with a sample of each cloth. "I knew I had them back there!" he said as he laid them out on the counter. "What do you think?"
The two men studied the material. "I like them," Wesley said. "I think we should do it."
Lindsey nodded. "I think so too. You think Stacey will freak out too much once we tell her?"
Wesley laughed. "A – I think she'll just be happy that we actually *did* it that she won't care too much. And B – who really cares? This is supposed to be our day."
"I thought I had heard a rumor or two about that. Mostly from Zane telling Andy that 'Daddy and Daddy are having a big party'." Jim smiled as he made some notations on their order form. "And when is the special day?"
"December tenth," Wesley replied.
"Congratulations." As he finished up, he asked, "And how will we be paying today?" To which they responded the same way they had the night before with the rings.
"How do you feel about tonight?" Wesley asked Stacey when they met up that evening.
"Good," she replied. "Excited, nervous, confident, scared to death – pretty much the whole gamut. You?"
"A bit nervous too, but I know you’ll do great," he replied. "Lindsey and I ordered our rings last night and our tuxes today."
"Great! What do the rings look like?"
"They're called rolling interlocking bands – they're the kind that have the two thin bands that are interlocked – and one's white gold and the other's yellow gold."
"Cool. I can't wait to see them."
As they went into the prison, instead of going their normal route, they were lead in the opposite direction. Sensing the tension that was building inside of Stacey, Wesley said nonchalantly, "Take a slow, deep breath." She did so. "Now, slowly release it." She did as she was told. "Now do it five more times." After she had finished, he said, "Can you think of something to get mad about?"
"Yeah, why?" she asked, a little bit of confusion creeping into her voice.
"Because, it'll help steady your nerves if you picture this demon as the thing or person that made you angry."
"Have you done it?"
"Numerous times. Still do."
"Okay." She pursed her lips and focused as they entered the yard and the tension eased from her body. "I'm ready. This guy killed puppies and kittens, right?"
"Well, not technically, but if that'll do it for you –"
"You have no idea." Sizing the other demon up, she said, "Remind me again how to kill it."
"Go for the throat. You'll need to decapitate him to kill him completely." He handed her an ax. "But be careful – he's quick and he's got sharp claws and teeth. And stay away from the drool."
"Is it poisonous?"
"No, it's just very sticky."
The guard in charge of “refereeing” waved the two fighters into the center. “On my count of three, the fight will start,” he said. “Good luck to both of you. One…two…” he got out of the way, “three.”
Wesley watched Stacey as she and the demon fought. Her form had improved considerably since the first time she had fought another demon and she seemed to be much more in tune with her surroundings. She gave the demon a fair fight, but ended it quickly and as mercifully as possible.
"Good job," he said when she came back to him and handed him the ax and he started to give it a quick cleaning.
"Thanks," she replied. "So, there's no chance of being able to fight another one tonight?"
"Not that I'm aware of – something to do with the paperwork and such. But I'm sure it could be arranged, if you wanted to do more than one in a night."
"Well, let's see first. This guy might be the exception to the rule for the perps on this side."
"Good idea," he replied with a smile.
Just then their liaison came over to get their input on the fight.
On Wednesday, Wesley was able to pick up a cancelled appointment with Dr. Gonzales to have the Norplant taken out. He had decided to let it be a surprise for Lindsey, knowing that it would take at least a little time for his body to adjust to not having the chemicals in his system.
“And don’t forget you still have the appointment in December,” Dr. Gonzales said while she finished cleaning up after the procedure.
“I won’t,” he replied with a smile as he put his shirt back on.
Leaning against the counter to make some last minute notes, she asked, “Have you and Lindsey talked things through? I know you expressed some concern over feeling pressured to try for another child.”
“We’ve talked about it some,” Wesley replied. “I don’t know if we’ve come to a complete decision, but it’s in a much better place.”
“Good. Now, remember, if you feel *any* irregular changes in your body between now and December, you get your butt in this office, okay?"
"I promise," he replied with a smile.
“All right. Now, get going and have a great time in Oklahoma City with the family. And don’t let Lindsey spend all his time in the recording studio.”
On Thursday, Stacey and Shaun came over to discuss the music selection for the reception during dinner. As Lindsey and Wesley started to clear away the dishes, Shaun said, "So, we’ve basically said that anything that’s not rap, hip-hop, reggae, gospel, contemporary Christian, jazz, most disco and most blues is fair game."
"Yep," Lindsey replied. "Though, if you play any Barbra Streisand, we will be forced to kill you."
Shaun laughed. "No worries there. Besides, you two aren’t gay enough for Barbra."
"Well, thank you for that," Wesley said as he set the pot of brewed coffee on the table. "That’s one fact that we pride ourselves on immensely."
Lindsey came up behind Wesley and put his hand against the small of Wesley’s back as he bent over to put the pie on the table. "Can you get the plates and forks?" he asked quietly.
Wesley nodded and the two of them returned to the kitchen to get the rest of the items. When they came back, Zane was happily babbling to Stacey and Shaun was dividing his attention between watching Stacey and Zane and Wesley and Lindsey.
As they ate dessert, Shaun said, "You know, I think it’s really cool how much you guys love each other – especially considering how blasé most people are about the whole romance thing these days."
"Thank you," Wesley replied. "So, do you have someone special, Shaun?"
"No, not yet. But I’m sure that one of these days I’ll find her." For some reason, Zane found that funny and giggled. Shaun looked over at him and smiled, his gaze lingering slightly on Stacey, who was sitting between them. Wesley and Lindsey shared a glance and a smile of their own.
After Shaun left, Stacey stayed behind to help the guys stuff envelops with invitations and address them, since they wanted to get them out before they left for Oklahoma City. Zane happily colored quietly as they did so. "Thanks again for helping us, Stacey," Lindsey said. "I don’t know how you were able to fit this into your schedule – between training, slaying, classes, theatre, the band, and mentoring."
"It’s easy," she replied as she finished stuffing and sealing one envelop and moved onto the next. "I had a friend retrofit an insulin pump to work for caffeine and I alternate between that and an IV drip, so I just don’t sleep." They laughed and Zane looked up and grinned, obviously not getting the joke, but obviously glad that his parents and his friend were happy. "But, seriously, I’m happy to do it. I want the two of you two to be happy and I want to repay you for what you’ve done for me. And I get the added bonus of getting experience for planning my own wedding – if and when that day ever comes."
"Oh, I’m sure it will," Wesley replied.
"Yeah, if the general single and straight part of the male population got its collect head out of the sand," she said with a sigh.
"You’d be surprised how things work out. Lord knows, I wasn’t looking for a relationship when I came here and look where I am now."
"Well, I guess I should be thankful – if I really thought about it, it’d be crazy for me to want to get in a relationship now anyway, considering everything I’ve got on my plate."
"And that’s usually when it’s bound to happen," Lindsey replied.
"Don’t I know it," she replied. "Besides, I doubt the one guy I am interested in is interested in me."
"Who? Shaun?"
"Yeah. How’d you know?"
"It was kind of hard to miss all the glances coming from both sides," Wesley said with a smile.
“Both sides?”
“Yes, *both* sides,” Lindsey replied with a grin.
Stacey blushed as Wesley said, "Give it a shot before you both chalk it up to being worthless and move on."
She smiled. "And then I *really* wouldn’t get any sleep. But I’ll definitely keep it in mind."
When they finally got to the last few invitations, Lindsey stole them and their corresponding envelops from Stacey. Lindsey held up one and said, "I feel like a personal note is warranted in these. So, what should we say to the former coconspirators of the now defunct Angel Investigations? Because I’m doubting ‘your attendance is requested so we can put the past behind us’ is an applicable note."
"We should see if they can make it out for Thanksgiving as well," Wesley replied. "Because, honestly, I doubt that what needs to be said would be said within the couple of days they would otherwise be here for the wedding – or, in fact, *could* be said in that window of time."
"Are you sure?" Lindsey asked. "Because I want this to be totally up to you. If you really don’t want them here that long, they don’t have to be."
"I think they should. I think it would be good for all of us, regardless of the outcome."
"Okay." Lindsey slid the invitations over to Wesley. "I just want you to be comfortable with this decision."
"Don’t worry," Wesley smiled as he took the invitations and opened the first one so he could write in it. "I’ve thought this through and I think that this is the most acceptable way to bring this to any sort of closure."
"Can I ask what’s going on?" Stacey asked. "Any possible fights I should be aware of so I can break them up, if necessary?"
"We’ve invited some old friends-slash-coworkers of mine and Zane’s biological father," Wesley replied, dropping his voice on the word ‘father’ as he paused in writing his note, "who is also an old rival of sorts of Lindsey’s. When I left L.A., a lot of things hand been left unsaid between us. So, Lindsey and I decided to invite them, both to share in this, since they were an important part of our lives, and also to clear the air as much as possible."
She smiled. "That sounds like a great idea. I hope they come."
"So do we," Lindsey replied with a smile.
The next day, Wesley and Lindsey got up and packed to go to Oklahoma City. "Are you sure you’re okay with this?" Lindsey asked.
"I’m absolutely fine with it," Wesley replied. "We both have more than enough time to cover it, Zane’s teacher said that he’ll be fine for a week as long as we keep up with working on his colors, numbers, and alphabet with him. It’ll be great for the three of us to get away for the week. Besides, at this point we’ve already made all the other arrangements for it, so we might as well go."
"You’re right." Lindsey stopped what he was doing and went over to loosely embrace Wesley. "I’m just trying to make sure you’re not feeling pressured to do this."
"I know." Wesley smiled reassuringly. "And you’ve been doing a great job of it and you’re not. You can stop second guessing yourself." He kissed the tip of Lindsey’s nose. "This trip will go great, you’ll wow everyone there, and the world isn’t going to end."
"And do you have that last bit on good authority?"
"The best. I’ve checked all the texts. There’s absolutely no way an apocalypse can happen this week. Well, unless Angel came to town and started making unrealistic demands."
Lindsey laughed. "Okay, I believe you. Though, I guess I’d have to, since I can’t read half of those languages anyway."
"Besides, we’re only about two hours away from home, if we really need to come back home at the drop of a hat."
They made good time getting to the hotel. Once they had made it to the hotel that the record company was setting them up in, Wesley and Lindsey tried not to gape at exterior of the accommodations. They hadn’t expected something quite so nice.
When Lindsey came back out after checking in, he said, "Okay, we’re all set. They’ve even left a stipend for us to do valet parking."
Wesley placed the bookmark in the book he had been reading to Zane and said, "Okay." They unpacked the SUV and a valet appeared out of nowhere to take their vehicle and gave them a stub for it. Wesley watched Lindsey talk to the valet as he took a hold of one of Zane’s hands and asked almost absently, "Do you have Boo, Zane?"
"Yes," came the reply as Zane looked around, drinking everything in. Wesley glanced down and saw the bear clutched to Zane’s chest with his other arm.
Once they got set up in the room, which was much more opulent than they had expected, Lindsey looked at the itinerary that had been faxed to him previously. "Okay, so we’re free until this evening. They want to have dinner with us tonight."
"Okay," Wesley replied. "Do we want to go to the museum for the rest of the day?"
Lindsey nodded. "I think that’ll be good. It looks like Zane would have fun there."
The week passed for them in a blur of activities with Zane – who seemed to really enjoy being in the city and away from home – and Lindsey doing things with the record label. Wesley and Zane were able to sit in the studio and watch as Lindsey recorded the songs that had been decided on during the previous trip. Wesley was surprised at how much material Lindsey had actually accumulated. He had become so accustomed to Lindsey scribbling ideas on scraps of paper, trying things out during his shows, and whatnot, that he hadn’t realized how many songs there were.
Near the end of the last recording session, Steve, the man in charge of Lindsey’s album, said, "Okay, Lindsey, we’ve still got enough space for one more track. Do you have any ideas of what you’d like to do for it?"
"I think so," he said. “I have one song left.” He looked at Wesley nervously. “Would you mind stepping out for a couple minutes?”
“Why?” Wesley asked.
“Because it’s a surprise.”
“Oh.” He started to gather up Zane, knowing that even though the kid had been very good and attentive, that his attention span had to have started wearing thin. “Come on, Zane. Daddy’s almost done.”
“Can I wait in here?” Zane asked almost plaintively. “I like watching Daddy play.”
Wesley looked up at Lindsey who just shrugged. “Okay. But remember you have to be very quiet, okay?” Zane nodded with a smile and a finger to his lips.
“You got it, kiddo,” Lindsey replied with a thumbs up.
“I’ll be right outside,” Wesley said before slipping out. As he heard the door shut, he heard Steve say, “All right, let’s hear it.”
“Daddy!” Zane yelled, bursting through the door and into Wesley’s arms about fifteen minutes later. “Daddy wrote a song for you and it’s very pretty.”
“He did, did he?” Wesley asked with a quirked eyebrow as Lindsey came out.
“Yes. But I’m not supposed to tell you until the party.”
Wesley laughed and put Zane down as he looked at Lindsey with a smile. “You do know this means I’m going to torment you until the ceremony, right?”
“You can try all you’d like,” Lindsey replied with a smug grin.
The week ended with a photo shoot and the photographer took more than enough shots for Lindsey’s promotional material, as well as his cover shots, and then took a few of the family – which Wesley thought was a nice touch. Nevertheless, they were both glad to be going home.
They’d been back home a week when there was a knock on the door. “Expecting anyone?” Lindsey asked from his spot on the couch.
“Nope,” Wesley replied as he fit a puzzle piece into place, “your turn, Zane.” He got up from the dining room table and opened the door. “Mum!” he exclaimed. “You’re not supposed to be here until tomorrow.”
“Mum-Mum!” Zane said excitedly as he hopped off his chair. He ran over to her and threw his arms around her legs.
“Hello to you too, Zane,” Elisa said as she picked him up and gave him a kiss. “My, you’re getting big. And I know I’m here early, dear,” she said as she entered and Wesley grabbed her bags from outside. “But I was able to take advantage of an earlier flight and I wanted to surprise you all.”
“You could’ve called us from the airport and we would’ve picked you up,” Lindsey said as he crossed over from the couch.
“Can’t you two just let an old woman enjoy her surprise?” she asked with an amused smile as she let Zane down. “I’m here now, and that’s that. Now, where are my hugs from the two of you?”
As Lindsey hugged her, the phone rang. “Hey, sweetcakes," Lorne said when Wesley answered the phone. "How are you and the family?"
"We’re doing well, thanks. My mum just got here, actually. How are you and the others?"
"We’re doing fabulously. Still trying to fight evil without becoming evil and all that – same as we have for the past four and a half years. And we all love the pictures and letters regarding the munchkin that Lindsey keeps sending Angel. I’d love to chat about the precious fruit of your loins, but I’m on a very tight schedule. I was calling to tell you we got the invites to the shindig you and Lindsey are holding."
"Yes, and?"
"First off – congratulations from Fred, Gunn, and I. I think the jury's still out with Angel. And secondly, we’ll be there – all four of us. There are few things that would keep us away."
"Good. And Thanksgiving?"
"We’ll be there for that as well. Honestly, as good as some of the perks of this place are, it’ll be good to get away from this town for awhile." Wesley laughed. "So, is the other half around?"
"Yes, he is. Let me go get him for you."
"Good. I want to congratulate him as well."
After Lindsey hung up the phone a couple minutes, he said, “Well, that went well. Lorne’s excited –”
“Which really shouldn’t be a surprise,” Wesley replied.
“Definitely not. And it seems like Gunn and Fred are at least mildly interested. And Angel – who knows.” He sat down on one of the bar stools. “I had hoped that all the letters and photos would engender something in him, but I guess I was wrong.”
Wesley covered the hand that was resting on the bar. “I don’t think so. When I talked with Charles last, he told me that Angel was always very excited about the letters. I think that this was just more than he had ever expected and it’s probably thrown him for a loop.”
“Last nail in the coffin and all that?” Lindsey asked with a weak smile.
“Something like that, I’m sure,” Wesley replied, patting Lindsey’s hand.
During the phone call and ensuing conversation, Elisa had been helping Zane with his puzzle. “So, I take it he’s coming?” she asked as she fit a piece into place.
“Yes, ‘he’ is, Mum,” Wesley replied, leaning more fully against the bar.
“I hope you’ve both thought this through,” she said archly as she got up and crossed over to the other side of the counter. “There’s a reason why people don’t invite exes – especially significant exes – to their weddings.”
“And what’s he going to do? Throw me over his shoulder and take me back to Los Angeles?” Lindsey casually dropped his other hand on top of Wesley’s. “Granted, Angel’s never been much of a logical thinker when he doesn’t get his way, but he’s not a brute.”
“Then – what? Are you hoping for closure?”
“Something like that.”
“Wesley, honey,” she gently put her hand on his forearm, “aside from what Angel is in the larger picture, aside from what he was in the past, he was a very negative force in your life,” she held up a finger to stop him from interrupting, “even if it ended up bringing you to a very positive place. Is it really such a wise decision to let him and the rest of your old group to come here? This is supposed to be a happy time for both of you and I fear that only bad things will come of it.”
Wesley put his free hand on top of his mother’s. “Mum, Angel and I have been not dealing with this,” he lowered his voice, “with Zane – since I was still pregnant with him. This will more than likely be the only chance we’ll ever have to completely clear things up and move on. Considering the circles we move in, I doubt we’ll ever be truly free of each other and I’d prefer for it to be easy for us to be civil to each other. And I do want him to have access to Zane if he wants it. I doubt that Zane will ever know Angel’s his real biological father, but I do want him to know that he’s part of the family.”
She pursed her lips before saying, “Fine. I’ll hold my tongue as best I can, but please don’t expect too much.”
“As long as you’re civil,” Wesley replied, patting her hand.
“Are any of you going to help me?” Zane asked, sounding exasperated.
Wesley and Lindsey felt like they were going crazy. It was two days before Thanksgiving and aside from all of the last minute things they had to do to get ready for their ceremony, it was their turn to host Thanksgiving dinner. And to top it off, Lorne, Fred, Gunn, and Angel were due to arrive the next day. It was something of a godsend when David and Jonathan brought in Zane to pick them up from work and took them out to dinner that evening to see if it would help them calm their nerves.
"Everything will be fine," David said as they were getting ready to leave to go home. "They'll come, we'll have a great dinner on Thursday, you all will talk and sort out whatever you need to sort out, they'll promise to send your stuff out when they get back to L.A., we'll all enjoy the ceremony, they'll go home, and everyone will be as happy as clams."
"I certainly hope so," Wesley said, letting out a sigh.
"Oh, it will," David replied, adjusting Wesley's coat. "You'll see. Now, keep your chin up and remember that they're on your turf now and that you are master of your domain."
Wesley laughed. "I'll do my best, sir."
David smiled. "That's what I like to hear. Now, what are you planning for Thanksgiving dinner?"
“You just ate, David. You couldn’t possibly be hungry again.”
“I didn’t say I was, but my stomach always likes to be reassured of where its next meal is coming from.”
“You’ve got a few other meals to worry about first then,” Lindsey said, poking him in the ribs as he passed.
“I wish Elisa would have come out with us,” Jonathan said as they exited the restaurant. “She’s one neat lady, Wes.”
“Believe me, we tried to get her to come out,” Lindsey said, “but it was a lost argument when she started in on grandparental rights and how we probably never get any time to ourselves.”
It was already late the next night when Wesley’s cell phone rang. “Hello?”
“Hey, Wes, it’s Gunn. We just got into the airport in Oklahoma City. So, we'll be up there in a few hours."
"Okay," Wesley said as he juggled some of Zane's toys that he was cleaning up from the living room so that he could pull out the sofa bed for Elisa. "Do you lot know where you're going once you're in Stillwater?"
"Yeah, we've printed out directions."
"Good."
"So, what time do you want us there tomorrow?"
"Around noon will be fine, though we probably won't eat until later in the afternoon."
"Okay. It'll be good to see you again, Wes."
"You too," Wesley replied absently before hanging up the phone and sitting down on the newly made-up bed with a sigh.
Elisa came out of the bathroom toweling her hair dry. "Was that them, dear?" she asked as she sat down next to him.
"Yeah," he replied flatly. "They just landed in Oklahoma City."
"Regardless of how I feel, this really isn't the end of the world, you know."
"No, but the reasons for why you shouldn't invite exes who happen to be the biological father of your child to your wedding to someone else are there for a reason."
"Oh, sweetie." She gently rubbed his shoulder. "Take deep breaths and try not to worry about it. Everything will work out in the end, I just know it."
Wesley gave her a small smile. "I know."
“You just have to remember to stand firm and not let Angel suck you in to anything.”
“I doubt he could at this point.”
“Good. Now, what channel is that show on that Lindsey was raving about?”
Thankfully, the next day, everything was going perfectly fine. Most of their guests arrived a bit early, though their four old friends were running a bit late, and the turkey and other assorted foods were cooking as planned.
When the knock on the door finally came, Wesley let out a ragged breath, smoothed his shirt, and steeled himself before he went to answer it. "Come on in," he said, voice tight, to the foursome standing outside.
As they came in and took off their coats, adding them to the already full coat rack, Fred grinned and said, "You look great, Wesley," and, as soon as he was finished helping adjust the coats, gave him a hug.
"Thank you," he replied with a tentative smile.
"You do look fabulous," Lorne said, the next to give him a hug.
"Hey, man," Gunn said with a smile as they shook hands, then leaned in for a quick hug.
"Hi," Angel said shyly.
"Hi," Wesley replied, not sure what to say. They stood there for a moment, before Wesley cleared his throat uncomfortably and said, "Well, come in and meet everyone." He made the introductions between all of the guests and as he did so, Lindsey and Zane came out of the kitchen from checking on the turkey. Picking Zane up, Wesley said, "And this is Zane. Zane, this is Fred, Gunn, Lorne, and Angel. They're friends of mine from a long time ago."
Wesley watched his old friends as he introduced his son. Fred, Gunn, and Lorne each said ‘hi’ to Zane and gave him a big smile and he replied back with a ‘hi’ and a grin of his own to each of them. Angel had been intent on studying his child and was a bit unfocused in saying hello to Zane. Zane seemed to catch on and gave him an uncertain ‘hi’ of his own before wiggling his way out of Wesley's hold and going over to sit on Stacey's lap as they watched the football game. Angel continued to watch him as Zane talked with Stacey. He only broke off long enough to acknowledge Lindsey’s greeting.
"Gunn, right?" Lindsey asked as he held out his hand to the black man.
"Right," Gunn replied as he shook Lindsey's hand. "Thanks for the invitation."
"You're welcome. And you must be Fred," he said as he held out his hand to her. She smiled and nodded as she shook his hand. "Lorne!" He grinned as he and the demon hugged tightly. "It's great to see you, man."
"It’s great to see you too, sweetcakes!" Lorne replied. "It looks like coming home’s agreed with you," he said as he pulled away.
"Well, honestly, it didn’t really start agreeing with me until Wesley showed up." Lindsey unconsciously moved closer to Wesley and rubbed the small of his back. "But, generally, you’re right – Oklahoma is better for me than Los Angeles. Can I get any of you a drink or anything?" Fred and Gunn took Lindsey up on his offer and followed him into the kitchen.
"And, I must say it again, you look *fabulous*, Wesley," Lorne commented. "Who would’ve thought leading a family life in Stillwater, Oklahoma, would agree with you so much?"
Coming from anyone else, Wesley may have considered taking offense to the comment, but he knew that Lorne had meant it with the best of intentions. "Thank you, Lorne," he replied with a smile. "You look like you’re doing quite well yourself."
"Well, what can I say," he said with a small chuckle, "being an agent to the stars is definitely a calling for me – even if most of them are evil. But I do what I can with them. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to get a drink and I’d like to go chat with Marty and Dory."
"You do look good, Wes," Angel said. "I’m glad you’re happy."
"Thank you," Wesley replied. "And how’ve you been?"
"Good – still trying to work in the system. And it’s still as hard as it was." He brightened. "I’m still seeing Nina – you know, the werewolf."
Wesley smiled. "Yes, I remember. I’m happy for you."
"Zane looks happy," he commented, looking at the three year old who was happily sitting and bouncing on Stacey’s lap. "He’s normal, right?"
"Completely," Wesley replied. "At least as far as we can tell at any rate. I don’t know if anything will manifest later or not, though."
"I hope it doesn’t – for his sake," Angel replied. "I really need to thank Lindsey for all the stuff he sent me. It made it…a bit easier – especially after Connor."
“Look, we really need to talk, but this isn’t the time or place for it.”
“You’re right. Whenever you want this week – just let me know.”
“I will, thank you.”
The rest of the afternoon went very well and everyone enjoyed themselves and ate much more than they should have before returning to watching the football games.
While putting the last few dishes away that night after everyone had gone home and while Elisa was reading to Zane, Lindsey said, “I think things went well for the first day of our ‘festivities’. Everyone got along and your mother didn’t kill Angel.”
“Though, some of the looks she gave him could have,” Wesley replied as he put a plate away. “Did you see how Angel kept watching Zane?”
“Yeah, it was like he was the most intriguing thing since sliced bread.”
“I think he was trying to see if he could tell if there was anything different about Zane.” He hung up the dish towel. “I told him we’d get together later on this week and talk and I want you to be there.”
“Are you sure?” Lindsey closed the last cupboard.
“Yes. You have every right to be – especially since we’ll be talking about our son. And I think that presenting a united front to Angel will help more than anything.”
Lindsey nodded. “Okay. Ready to go see how Elisa’s doing in putting Zane to bed?”
That Sunday, Wesley and Lindsey met up with Angel and the others for dinner. "I’m glad you all were able to come out and visit," Lindsey said when they were seated. "How’d the take over of Wolfram and Hart go?"
"It’s definitely been interesting," Gunn said. "When I helped you guys with that first job there, I never thought *we’d* actually be running the place a few years later."
"But we’re doing what we can to bring it down," Angel said, "bit by bit."
"Yeah and most days it feels like we’re pulling the bricks down with our bare hands. But we are starting to gain some ground."
"Don’t you miss it, Wes?" Fred asked, innocently.
"Now and then," he replied, "but the feeling passes quickly. Especially when I look at Lindsey or Zane."
"Or Stacey calls you about another one of her ideas," Lindsey replied with a laugh.
Continue in Part 4
