She said yes.
I said Wow.
She said when.
And I said, "How about right now?"
Love can't wait.
Then I asked if she believed in fate.
And she said yes.
Buffy stood in front of the huge window in the kitchen, cup of coffee in her
hand, gazing out at the mounds of snow that covered the front lawn outside. She
could hear birds whistling, tweeting and chirping in the trees right outside the
window, and she swam in a feeling of complete and utter relaxation.
Thwack! The sound of a snowball hitting the glass pane in front of her
startled her into pulling her head back with a jerk. She glared out at the
chortling face of Xander Harris, who was busy making another snowball with his
cold-reddened hands. Buffy idly contemplated burying him in the cold wet stuff.
That is, until another thought intruded upon it.
'Wait a minute. It doesn't snow in SunnyDale. What the hell?' High
pitched, squealing, childish laughter caught her attention and her eyes zeroed in
on a little girl that had just threw a snowball at the back of Xander's head. She
appeared to be three or four years old and had a shock of reddish blonde hair tied
in the back into a braid. It whipped around her head as she laughed in delight
and she watched as Xander turned to look in mock menace at the child.
"Come and get me, Unca Xander", the child cried, wiggling her fingers against
her head in a 'Nya Nya' gesture.
Xander snorted like a wild bull, stomping his foot in the snow, causing the
girl to squeal all the more before he charged at her. The girl spun and ran on
her heels, giggles echoing back as she ran, before she tripped and fell in the
Xander caught up to her and started tickling the actively wiggling child, and
her gales of laughter floated to Buffy's ears on the wind. A wistful look filled
her eyes as she watched them play, wishing she could be out there with them. A
clearing of a throat caused her to turn her head, and she saw a very pregnant
Willow standing next to her holding her coat. "I think you should go play",
Willow suggested, a warm smile gracing her lips.
"Are you sure?" Buffy heard herself asking, but knew she wanted to be outside
playing with her daughter.
"Yes. I'm sure. Trust me, I'll let you know when the time comes", Willow
said ruefully, patting her extended belly.
A huge smile grew over the Slayer's face as her eyes glowed brightly. "Thanks,
Will", Buffy said, kissing her lips lightly while slipping into her jacket, then
she slipped out the kitchen door, entering the white wilderness that greeted her
with an icy nip at her nose and cheeks.
The red headed girl noticed her almost the very second she left the house and
was upon her in half that time as she screamed her name in glee. "Catch me!" the
child cried, before she launched herself into Buffy's arms.
Buffy caught her, then threw her up in the air, listening with heart pounding
joy as the child laughed wildly, her blue eyes flashing brightly in the sunlight
as she caught her and hugged her tightly.
The details became fuzzy as the dreamer awoke, and she reached out for it,
clinging tenaciously to the wisp that had been her dream world.
Buffy sighed as she opened her eyes, blinking against the brightness of the
room. Her head rested on the soft chest she had fallen asleep on last night after
making love. Fingers flexed against the softness she laid upon, tracing gentle
circles into the rounded curves of her lover. She peered sightlessly as she tried
to bring her dream back to her in living color. It played impishly around the
recesses of her mind, letting her see it in bits and pieces, but never completely
and not evoking the feelings that she had felt within the dream. She sighed,
mystified at how real that dream had seemed. Often she would have prophetic
dreams, most of them had been nasty, but this one had been wonderful, if it was
prophetic. She could've just been imagining what her daughter would look like.
She caressed the slight slope of the gently rounded abdomen curiously. "Was
that you?" she whispered, placing a ghost of a kiss on Willow's navel. Hearing
a soft chuckle as the surface under her lips moved, blue eyes looked up startled
into sparkling green.
"Who are you talking to?" Willow asked, a sleepy grin lighting the rosy
A slight blush flushed the Slayer's cheeks as she answered. "Our daughter. I
had a dream about her. It seemed so real." The blue eyes turned mystified as she
called up the scattered images of her dream once more. One long arm reached down
to brush the long blonde hair out of her eyes, and Buffy caught a brief sparkle
from the charm bracelet that dangled from Willow's wrist. She had given the
bracelet to her as a Hanukkah gift. It had three charms on it at the moment. A
tiny rocking horse, symbolizing the coming of their baby, a witches hat,
celebrating the spell that had brought them together, and a golden heart,
symbolizing her own heart which she had given to Willow from the day they had
"You did? What did she look like?" Willow's voice was quiet as she watched
Buffy's face morph from bemused to beaming.
"She was beautiful Will...she looked like a miniature you, all red hair and
freckles." Blue eyes shined as she remembered, the sound of the sweet laughter
still echoing in her ears.
"Do you think it was one of your special dreams?" Willow pondered, bewitched
with the idea that Buffy had actually seen into their future.
"I don't know," Buffy said, shaking her head, "it seemed real, in a strange
kind of way...but I guess I could have just been imagining what she would look
Willow absorbed that silently for a moment. "Do you want her to look like me?"
Buffy picked up on the touch of insecurity that filled her voice. Her eyes
gentled as she looked deep into her love's eyes. "I do. I want her to look just
like you." Her voice was soft as she gently caressed Willow's face, the fingers
of her right hand tracing a path over the hacker's eyebrow and cheekbone, then
moving softly over the pink lips. A warm hand covered hers on Willow's stomach as
they gazed into each other's eyes losing themselves in the love they each held for
the other. "So beautiful", Buffy whispered before their lips touched, sending
warm waves of joy through them.
Willow sighed blissfully into the kiss, content to bask in the warmth that
spread between them. Buffy felt the morning creeping upon them, however, and
groaned as she risked a glance at the clock, resting her head once more on
Willow's chest. "We have to get up. It's almost nine. Everyone will be here
Willow moaned in dissatisfaction, belatedly remembering what day it was. "It's
Buffy eyed her wryly. "Merry Christmas, Will." She smiled, slightly kissing
her quickly before she climbed out of bed, groaning slightly while putting her
robe over a body that just did not want to get out of bed.
"Right back at'cha" Willow chirped back, as she stood up and put her robe on
also. Buffy had done her best to give her the best Hanukkah ever, somehow knowing
that not being with her parents this year for Hanukkah was depressing her. While
Xander had insisted on singing both versions of Adam Sandler's Hanukkah song,
Buffy had surprised her one night with a beautiful rendition of "Oh Hanukkah".
Willow smiled brightly as she remembered Buffy's sweet voice lifting to the old
"Oh Hanukkah, Oh Hanukkah,
Come light the menorah.
Let's have a party, We'll all dance the hora.
Gather round the table, we'll give you a treat.
Sevivon to play with, Latkes to eat.
And while we are playing,
The candles are burning low.
One for each night, they shed a sweet light.
To remind us of days long ago."
This had earned Buffy a grateful kiss, which had Xander whistling at the
intensity of it, and Willow blushing to beat her hair when she had finally
relented on the out of breath Slayer. Each night, after a traditional Hanukkah
meal, which Buffy and her mom took turns in preparing, a candle had been lit.
Willow said the Hanukkah prayer while lighting the candle, and as she did so, she
was shocked once again as Buffy joined in, her melodic voice adding to the
richness of Willow's own. After that, they would play the dreidel game, Xander
usually winning most of the pots, which consisted of chocolate coins that Buffy
had bought for the occasion. At some point during the evening, Buffy would
present Willow with a Hanukkah present, watching in delight as she opened the tiny
tokens of her affection. The charm bracelet that dangled from Willow's wrist had
been her favorite, but each of the gifts was accepted with love.
After all of the effort that Buffy put into making this year's Hanukkah special
for her, Willow was just as determined to make this Christmas just as special.
Oz was just getting up when they came downstairs, he was just finishing rolling
up the sleeping bag he had used to sleep in on the couch for the past two weeks.
"Merry Christmas, guys", he said in greeting, noticing the rosy glow the two women
had about them, and trying not to let it bother him.
"Merry Christmas, Oz", Buffy and Willow greeted at roughly the same time, and
grinned at each other in reflex. "How's the couch treating ya?" Buffy asked, a
slight smirk quirking at her lips. Oz had pretty much settled into the new
routine around here, but Buffy sometimes still couldn't resist teasing him. The
'Nya Nya' principle was still alive and well.
"Not bad", Oz commented, choosing to ignore the ache in his lower back that had
seemed to settle there. He finished tying the sleeping bag closed then excused
himself, so he could go put it in the van. Oz and Xander ran into each other as
one was coming in and the other was going out. They gave each other a cordial
Merry Christmas before they continued on their way.
"Let it snow...let it snow...let it snow." Xander belted the song out as he
entered the house, Anya in tow, carrying an armful of presents. He put them under
the tree as Buffy and Willow greeted their friends in the living room.
"Buff...Will...how decadent", Xander said, noticing the matching bath robes.
"Not going to dress for the occasion?" he asked, eyeing the similar dressed women
with an appreciative eye.
"We thought we'd get dressed after the present unwrapping thing", Willow
explained, flushing brightly as she remembered the true reason for their present
state of dress. Buffy's blue eyes lit up as she watched Willow go into the
kitchen, the little sashay of her walk making her breathe a little faster in
"I've said it before, and I shall say it again. Christmas at eight-five
degrees is positively obscene", Giles greeted the group, wiping his sweat covered
brow as he sat the large pile of presents he carried in his arms beside the
Christmas tree, then took the bottle of wine he carried precariously in his arm
pit into the kitchen.
Buffy watched him with amused eyes, knowing that he still missed the
christmases he had held in England, but was glad that he could bear with the
weather enough to be with her for the holidays. The Watcher was almost like a
second father to her. And Christmas, this Christmas especially, would not be the
same without him.
Xander eyed the huge pile of presents that surrounded the Christmas tree and
rubbed his hands together enthusiastically. "I get to be Santa", he said, his
eyes lighting up at the thought.
"This is a silly tradition", Anya commented caustically, but she was ignored
for the most part by Xander and Buffy who were both contemplating the presents at
the moment. She sat down with an impatient huff in the recliner, still unhappy
with Xander for stopping her attempts this morning to have sex. Xander had been
in a hurry to get over here to open gifts and it had put her in a rather sour
"Are we ready to start?" Xander asked, casting a glance at the kitchen door as
he wondered what was taking the others so long. Joyce chose that moment to come
through the door carrying a tray of sweet rolls, an urn full of coffee, sugar, and
cream. Willow came out behind her, carrying a teapot full of apple-cinnamon
herbal tea for the non-caffeine drinkers. They sat the breakfast treats on the
coffee table, and everyone gathered around to get their fill.
They were all eager to get to the main festivities of the day, so they gathered
around the tree, Anya stayed in the recliner; Xander was going to be passing out
presents so she found no reason to move. Oz sat down on the floor, not far from
her, Joyce sat in the overstuffed chair, which Giles perched precariously on the
arm of, and Buffy and Willow sat together on the sofa.
Xander passed the presents out, the epitome of the perfect 'Santa', waiting for
each of them to open their presents so they could ooh and ah over what they
received, before he moved on.
Willow's treasures piled up, she smiled as she unwrapped every baby toy that
Buffy hadn't been able to resist buying. Buffy had been right of course, having
received the same kind of thing from her Mother and Willow. They received
non-baby items as well of course, but most of their presents consisted of things
for the baby.
Giles most prized treasure, was one he received from Joyce. It was a hardbound
copy of the Charles Dickens classic "A Christmas carol". "Thank you, Joyce.
I've always appreciated this timeless classic...in fact, when I was a young lad
growing up in England, my father used to read it to me every Christmas."
"Hey, maybe you could read it later, Giles", Buffy said, shrugging at the odd
look she got from Xander. "It would be nice to start some traditions." A
gentle rub of Willow's belly was all the answer Xander needed for the perceived
loss of the Slayer's mind.
Giles just smiled sedately at the Slayer and nodded his head. "I think that
can be arranged." Buffy grinned back at him in thanks.
Joyce received a gold heart shaped locket from Giles, with pictures of Buffy
and the slayerettes inside. When she looked at Giles in question, he replied.
"You once accused me of trying to take your daughter away", he said simply, not
wanting to bring up bad memories on such a splendid day. "This is kind of my way
of letting you see that she was always yours, I was just graced to be a part of
Joyce nodded, swallowing a little at the sentiment, then looked him directly in
the eyes. "I'm glad you are a part of her life. I always want you to be." They
exchanged a long look of understanding, and then the air cleared around them as
the present exchange continued.
Buffy watched their exchange with curious eyes, receiving an elbow by her couch
companion who noticed her distracted state. They looked at each other, then back
at Joyce and Giles and just shrugged. Whatever was happening wasn't really any of
their business, and Buffy wasn't all too sure that she wanted to know.
Finally Xander looked under the tree to see if he had missed any presents, but
the tree was as barren as when they had first brought the large firtree in here,
except of course for the lights and bulbs that decorated it. "Well, that's all of
them", he said, looking around at the mess of wrapping paper and unwrapped
presents that littered the living room. Everyone seemed to be happy with what
they had received, and even Xander had to admit that he was pleased by the
presents he had gotten.
"Actually, Xander...there's one more...but it isn't under the tree", Buffy said
hesitantly, her eyes lightly resting on Willow.
"Ah, yeah...I agree, that's quite the present you have there, Buff", Xander
said, thinking that she meant the unborn baby that at the very moment was growing
"Huh?" Buffy turned her head, distracted from her perusal of Willow's
loveliness by Xander's comment. "Oh yeah. Well, that too", Buffy said, blushing
"Well...if that wasn't what you meant, what did you mean?" Xander asked
confused, sitting down on the floor beside Anya's chair.
As Buffy looked around at the faces of her family and friends, she decided that
now was the right time to say what she really needed to say, and to let them all
know how much she cared about them, especially the redhead sitting curled up at
her side. "You know all of you guys mean so much to me. I don't think I could
have gotten through half of the things I've been through without your support and
love. So, I wanted to just take the time to thank you for all you've done for
me." She met all of their eyes individually, expressing her feelings through the
deep blueness of her own.
"But there's one person in this room, that I don't think I could stand to live
without. Someone who's taught me what it means to be a true friend, and what it
really means to love somebody totally and unconditionally and have them love you
back the same way." Her eyes met Willow's and she lost herself in the deep
expanse of green, completely forgetting the other people in the room that sat
watching. She took the redhead's hand in hers, holding it gently as she
communicated the words of love that she'd always wanted to say. "Will, you've
already given me so much. An ear when I needed to talk, a shoulder when I needed
to cry, a mouth when I needed reassurance, and a hand when I needed guidance.
You've given me the best gift any person could ever be graced with." She slipped
to her knees, caressing the belly where her child grew with a trembling hand and
tried desperately not to cry the tears she felt building in her eyes. "If I lived
to be a hundred, it wouldn't be long enough to show you how much you mean to
me...and all I want to do...is spend the rest of my life showing you how much I
The room held it's collective breath as they waited for the question they knew
was coming. Giles and Joyce cast a brief glance at each other, reading the love
and hope in each other's eyes before they turned their attention back on the pair
Buffy gulped the tears of emotion out of the way as she took the small square
box out of the pocket of her bathrobe. She could see the silver of tears building
in Willow's eyes and her heart filled with love at the sight. She opened the box
with trembling hands, displaying the diamond ring that rested in the red velvet
within. "Will you marry me?"
Willow bit her trembling lip and nodded her head, trying not to burst into
happy tears. "What was that? I didn't quite hear you", Buffy teased her lightly
with a trembling voice, her own tears starting to slip unheeded down her
"Yes," Willow whispered softly, "yes, I'll marry you", she said, louder as she
wrapped her arms around her neck and hugged her tightly. Buffy put the ring down
gently, before she hugged her back enthusiastically, her arms tightening around
the red head's waist. "I love you", Buffy said, kissing the top of Willow's
"I love you so much", Willow whispered back, fiercely. They stayed like that
for a long time, feeling the waves of love floating through them, then Buffy
pulled back, picking up the box from where she had put it on the floor. She took
the ring out of it, then slipped it on the red head's finger, consciously
controlling the tremors that shook her whole hand. Seeing the sparkling ring on
her soulmate's finger made Buffy want to cry again, but she simply kissed the
shaking hand, then pulled Willow back into her arms, cradling the woman she held
dearest to her heart against her.
Everyone gave them a few moments to bask in their love, then they surrounded
the happy couple, congratulating them at the new dimension in their ever-changing
relationship. Buffy and Willow accepted them graciously, receiving warm hugs from
Joyce, Giles and Xander. Oz shook Buffy's hand awkwardly conceding that the best
person had indeed won. Buffy gave him an impish grin, then hugged the startled
guitar player enthusiastically. It was indeed, a very happy Christmas.
While Joyce prepared the Christmas dinner, with Giles help, Oz and Xander
watched the Christmas movie marathon that was playing on television. Buffy and
Willow disappeared for an hour upstairs, but when they returned, they were both
fully dressed, and their smiles were brighter than the still twinkling lights on
the Christmas tree. They finished watching National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation
with Xander and Oz, their happy laughter filling the living room, and edging into
the kitchen where Joyce and Giles sent tolerant looks at the kitchen door.
"This has truly been a remarkable holiday", Giles noted, watching Joyce as she
checked on the bird that was roasting in the oven.
She finished basting the bird, closing the oven door before straightening up to
look at him. "I certainly wasn't expecting that. Were you?" Joyce asked,
referring to Buffy's earlier proposal.
Giles shook his head. "No...I think she caught us all by surprise...especially
Willow. She turned so pale I was surprised she didn't faint."
Joyce chuckled at the image. "I was surprised Buffy managed to get the words
out. Did you see how badly she was shaking." Joyce shook her head in amusement.
"Poor girl." She chuckled again in sympathy.
"I don't think I've ever seen her shake that badly", Giles agreed. Buffy had
faced the worst of the Hellmouths horrors without coming as unglued as she had
been on bended knee in front of Willow.
Joyce smiled at the memory, then gazed at him with soulful eyes. "You're not
sorry that we're not..." She hedged at the question, not sure how to finish it.
"No. This is their day...our day will come soon enough." Giles sighed,
placing a tender kiss on Joyce's mouth.
"Hey, is the food ready yet. I'm starving", Xander called from the living
room, disturbing the mood.
Giles cast a baleful look at the door, annoyed at the interruption. "No. Not
yet, Xander." Joyce smiled at Giles' annoyance and kissed him lightly on the
chin, before she turned back to the feast preparations.
Home Alone 2 was just wrapping up when Joyce called them to the table for
dinner. Buffy helped Giles set the table. Then everyone gathered around the long
wooden table in the dining room, and Giles proposed a toast, lifting his glass of
wine; Buffy and Willow had their wine glasses filled with caffeine free Ginger
ail. "This could possibly be the best Christmas I've ever had. I'm surrounded by
all the people that I care about, and I couldn't think of a better way to spend
this holiday. I propose this toast to Joyce for making this splendid feast which
we are about to consume, to Buffy and Willow for stepping out on that limb of love
together...and to everyone here for making this holiday one to remember." The
glasses met with a clink, and they drank to the toast enthusiastically.
The food was consumed in the natural way, everyone eating far more than they
should and ending up looking like they were vying to match Willow in the pregnancy
corner. "Anybody up for pie?" Joyce asked wryly, receiving a round of groans for
"Uh...maybe later mom", Buffy replied patting her extended stomach, a slight
grimace crossing her face. "I really shouldn't have eaten so much." Willow
looked at her appraisingly, reaching over to feel the rounded tummy. She nodded
in sympathy before commenting. "You're bigger than I am now."
"Thanks, Will", Buffy replied wryly.
"Anytime", she chirped, grinning impishly before kissing her lightly. She
stood up, stretching before she pulled Buffy up out of her chair. "We'll clean
up", Willow offered, starting to grab the plates and silverware off of the table,
while Buffy grabbed the leftover food.
"You know...this will get cleaned up faster if we all help", Giles said, giving
a meaningful look to Oz and Xander. The boys hopped up like they had been kicked,
and started cleaning up the table.
Things were cleaned up in record time, and they soon found themselves back in
the living room, sipping contentedly on hot cocoa and warm apple cider. Giles
began reading "A Christmas carol" in his deep soothing voice, relaxing the group
gathered around the tree. Willow lay ensconced in Buffy's arms, her head lying on
Buffy's chest. Buffy's arm was wrapped around Willow's stomach, their hands
entwined, a carefree thumb playing with the ring that rested securely on Willow's
ring finger. Buffy watched as the ring sparkled in the glow cast off by the
Christmas tree and had to agree with Tiny Tim's sentiment. "God Bless us, Every