"Hi Daddy!" Jena jumped into Angel's arms, planting a big kiss on his cheek.

"Hey, Sweetie!" He laughed at her enthusiasm. "How are you?" Setting her on her feet.

"Fine." She giggled when her father took a hold of her braids, on in each hand, and started to hold them straight out.

"Did you have fun today at school?" They entered the parking lot, Angel, holding her hand tightly now, looked both ways for cars.

"Uh huh!" She seemed to be hyper for some reason.

"Why are you all happy this afternoon?" He tried to hold in his laughter.

"Myka kissed me at recess." She swayed from side to side, waiting for him to open the car door for her.

Angel was so surprised that he choked on his own saliva with the quick breath he caught from hearing that someone had kissed his little girl. He quickly calmed down, knowing he couldn't yell at her nor the boy about never doing it again. "And is their anything else your father should know?" He teased.

"Oh yeah!" She hoped in the car and dug through her backpack, pulling out a folded piece of white paper. "Here." She passed it to him. "Mrs. Cammeron gave it to us."

"Thank you." He tucked it in his back pocket for the time being and started to close the door. "Buckle up, Baby." he looked in his mirrors, checking the traffic. "You ready?" He looked through the rear view mirror once he situated himself.

"Yep!" She smiled and bobbed her little head to the music hat began to play once the car started.

"Angel? Baby, is that you?" Buffy called from the shower upon hearing movement in the house and hallway outside of the bathroom.

"Yaup!" He reasured her as he read the note that Jena's teacher had sent for him and Buffy as her parents .

Dear Parents,
We are informing you that there is a recording of multiple outbreaks of common head lice. We are taking the best precautions necessary, but we advice that you check your son or daughter for any eggs and watch for scratching of the scalp.
Thank you.
Sincerly,
Principle John Marcus

"Honey?" He could hear that Buffy had turned off the water.

"Yeah?" She was pulling on her underwear now, her hair still wrapped in a towel.

"What's this..." He reread the words on the notice. "Head lice?" He layed the paper note on the table in the hallway and entered their bedroom, stripping his top blouse shirt, leaving him in his black slacks and white under shirt.

"What? Why?" She was slipping on her bra's shoulder straps.

"Jena's school sent a letter home saying that there were some outbreaks of it on some of the students." He now stood outside the bathroom door, studying the other "real" mail they had recieved.

Buffy flung open the door in her bra and underwear saying, "What?" She was a bit shocked and upset, in an excited way. She knew what the situation meant.

Angel's eyes went wide to the sudden and unexpected beautiful sight that now stood in front of him. He snapped out of his stare and stammered as he handed the note to his wife off of the table. "Uh...Um...Here."

Buffy ignored his attention on her and skimmed the note. "This is such a hassel. Geez..." She mumbled to herself more than to Angel.

"Why? What is it?" He leaned against the wall, watching her intently while he waited for her to explain to him what the excitement was about with lice.

"It's a bug that manifests itself in the hair. It occurs mostly with kids. It spreads rapidly. She turned around, of which gave Angel another gasping look of(at) her body, and grabbed her robe that hung on the wall near the shower. Slipping it on swiftly she called for her daughter's presense. "Jena?"

"Yeah Momma?" She hollered from down stairs, stopping her coloring in her "PB&J" coloring book.

"Come here, please!" Angel followed Buffy into their bedroom, relishing at the thought of what was under that robe. He was kicking himself now for not taking the opportunity to cover her tight and beautiful tanned stomach with kisses.

Their little one ran past them and jumped onto the bed. "What's up?" She chimed and giggled to herself.

Angel made a fake stern face and started to tickle her. Causing Jena to burst into a fit of laughter.

Buffy donned a slip skirt and chuckled as she playfully slapped both of their rumps. "Okay you two." Angel pulled the little girl in his lap. "Bend your head forward, please, Sweetie." Buffy guided Jena's head down so she could inspect for invaders.

"Whatcha doing?" She mumbled from under her long hair.

"I'm checking you for nasty little eggs to a bug called Lice." She cheerfully answered.

"Bugs, ewww!" She squirmed a bit from the thought. "Yuck!"

Angel wrapped his arms around her waist and held her tighter. "Hold still, Baby."

"Sorry." She did as she was told, waiting for her Mom to finish.

"Okay! You're clean." She dropped her hands to her sides and kissed Jena's forehead.

"Yes!" She turned on Angel's lap and started to tickle his sides.

Before she got carried away with torturing her father, Buffy spoke up. "Now, go clean your room, we have company coming over tonight."

"Ahh... Do I have to?" Her whining was expected.

"Yes. I've seen your room." Buffy gave an astonished look and gestured in the direction of the girl's room.

"Fine." She gave a mocking look of her mother's look being fresh and jumped off the bed.

"Hey!" Angel called behind her, his tone slightly tipped, yet he kept his cool with her. He watched Jena turn around with a sarcastic smile on her face, somehow she knew that she was in trouble. She had been fresh with her mother. "Don't do that to your mother anymore, please, Jena. It's disrespectful." Buffy was a bit embarrassed and looked away from the two.

"Yes, Daddy." She gave an apologetic look to both of them and walked back to Buffy, hugging her. "I'm sorry, Mommy." She whispered and kissed her on the cheek, receiving one herself.

"I love you, Baby." She kissed her again on her forehead. Once they separated Jena skipped off to clean her room. Buffy left her thanks unsaid to Angel by just giving him a smile and turning to grab her white skirt off the chair at the vanity table.

She was about to slip it on when Angel grabbed her and pulled her on the bed next to him, kissing her passionately. Buffy tangled her legs with his instinctively, pressing herself closer to him. As he moved his lips to her neck and shoulder, Buffy breathed a whisper. "Gods I love you." Before whimpering from the shivers he was causing to pass through her body.

The sound of multiple things falling together on the floor echoed through the room. A shrieking scream followed it and then a cleanly depicted thud of someone collapsing on the carpet was the last thing heard. The last thing that Buffy and Angel needed to hear before running to Jena's room to see what was wrong. The last thing any parent wants to hear of their child. The one thing that will forever stay in a mother and father's mind.

Part Two

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