The Good Hair Family Sitcom

S4 E7.1: Valentine's Day

Buffy's POV

"Ding dong!" Declan chirps, echoing the sound of the doorbell.

He sucks on a glittery teething ring while I carry him to answer the door. Jayda, dressed to the nines in a black velvet dress, steps in with a smile.

"Andreas!" I shout.

"Hi," Jayda says. Then she steps up to Declan and repeats it, but in her baby-talk voice. "Hi, Declan."

"Hi," he drools with the teether in his mouth.

Andreas comes galloping down the stairs as Jayda admires my son.

"He's getting so big," she says.

"Yeah, almost one," I respond.

Declan looks up at me and babbles, "Wah wah."

"Ugh, I just love babies," Jayda fawns. "They're so cute.  It makes me want a baby."

At that, Andreas wraps his arm around Jayda and turns her the other direction, saying, "Okay, you're not allowed to look at babies anymore."

I chuckle as Andreas puts his jacket on and steers Jayda out the door.

"Enjoy your date," I tell them."

Jayda glances back, replying, "You too!"

"Thanks."

I shut the door after they exit, and not even a minute later, Brayden comes down the stairs, wearing a button-up shirt and plaid pants, even though he's not going out tonight. His style has evolved from hoodies to history professor over the years, and it doesn't matter anymore whether he's leaving the house or not. It remains consistent.

"Perfect timing," I say. "Do you need anything before we leave?"

I pass Declan over to Brayden, and Declan starts reaching for Brayden's short curls with the hand that isn't holding the teether in his mouth. Brayden does his best to duck away from the baby's grasp, but Declan persists, and Brayden eventually caves, letting Declan's fingers pinch through the strands.

"Not that I'm incapable of obtaining myself," Brayden answers. "I've got all the Sherlock Holmes books out and ready to read."

"Brayden, you know he can't understand those."

"So you expect me to let my brother grow up dumb? We already saw how that turned out with Andreas."

I release a sigh. "Okay then. Uh, don't let Cara set anything on fire."

Brayden nods and carries Declan downstairs at the same time as Marty descends from the upper level in his suit pants and jacket. He comes toward me with a grin and I meet him halfway, observing the pleats down his pants and the lack of wrinkles in his freshly-ironed shirt. He never irons, but today's a special occassion.

"Oh, you look good," I compliment.

"Thanks. I figured you'd be mad if I didn't," he jokes.

"Smart," I respond, followed by a laugh.

After heading out the garage door, I link my hand into Marty's, guiding him toward the car.

"You're gonna like where I've planned for our Valentine's Day dinner," I say.

"Careful, Driscoll, you're getting my hopes up."

I whirl around and pull his hands to bring him closer to me.

"Good," I respond and lean in, pressing my lips with his.

Once we separate, I drop my hands from his and loop around the car to get in.