The day that wasn't

Yesterday I finnaly made it to the doctor. I got a RX for the pain I still feel in my knees. I was still up all night hurting anyway but I had new fic from herself to read so it wasn't so bad. I spent most of the day in bed what the doctor gave me isn't really touching the pain. In other news it looks like I'm going to be alone for Turkey day every else is leaving town so I'm the youngest empty nester no the planet. I would feel up to my usual cook-a-thon anyway so I'm content.

I have no clue why I wrote this.

It must be the drugs I read a little Willow / Giles but I don't write it. Also it's way too early for Christmas schmoop. I went to challenge in a can and came up with Giles/Giddy/Bag. Any excuse to make Giles a daddy right?

It was the Night Before...

Giles lay in bed giddy and unable to sleep even though he and Willow had been up all night. Massive preparation went into this day they’d faced apocalypses with less. Willow had finally wound down and was sleeping; he listened to the quiet hoping to hear the creek of floorboards. They’d have Christmas at home and Chanukah at the Rosenberg’s.

It was hard to choose gifts. Faith and Xander’s boys would punctuate each toy ad with “I want that’s” but not Kim. The adoption came through last week so anything else that came out of Santa’s bags was just extra.