Wesley grinned as Fred kissed Rupert before kissing him as well. Married. They were getting married. Well, of course, he and Fred had their own wedding, but it had been small and taken place at city hall in the middle of everything else going on in their life at the time. Their wedding night had been spent clearing out a nest of vampires, and it had been almost dawn before they'd even got home.
He had always promised Fred that someday, they'd have another wedding - a nicer, bigger one with their family and friends. Now with Rupert in their life, it was only right that this wedding be between the three of them.
Though Rupert had been planning on leaving after helping Spike, he stayed on to assist with their packing. Martin stayed on as well although he spent all of his time with Lorne, who was making noises about wanting to leave as well since Martin would be going back to England soon. He seemed a bit worried about leaving Angel behind, though.
They didn't think it would take long to pack things up. Wesley and Fred knew that they didn't want to take any of the things they had bought with the money from Wolfram and Hart - leaving it all behind seemed the best things to do. But they still had quite a bit to go through and to get worked out, including Fred's visa to allow her to move to England. Luckily, her being his wife made things easier, but they still had to wait for the embassy to process her paperwork. Bureaucracy was bureaucracy, even with Rupert using his Council contacts to help to speed things up.
Wesley was in the study, packing things up with Regan came in, rubbing her eyes. She looked rather flushed. "Sweetheart, what's wrong?" he asked, putting the book he was hold down and going over to her.
"I don't feel good," she whispered.
"You're burning up," he said as he pressed his hand to her forehead. "Come on. Let's get you upstairs." Picking her up, he carried her toward the stairs. "Fred. Rupert. Regan's ill."