Author's Note: Riley, he doesn't exist in my Universe, neither does the Initiative. I find it more pleasant that way.
Darkness. Darkness all around her. Pitch black all the eye could see. The
very air around her gave no clue as to where she was because there was very little
current moving around her. The only sound her ear could detect was a faint
murmuring sound. Kind of like a chorus of voices in a hushed crowd or the trickle
of a brook as it ran down stream. She strained her hearing trying to detect where
the sound was coming from, but it seemed to be coming from everywhere and nowhere
all at once. Completely confused, she tried calling out, her mouth opened but no
sound emerged. 'Help me' she thought, before she abruptly awoke, gasping
out a breath of air as her green eyes took in the early morning light of her dorm
room.
"Will? Are you okay?" Willow heard Buffy's husky voice in her ear as two warm
arms encircled her shaking form. Willow nodded jerkily, trying to calm her
rapidly beating heart. "Same dream?" Buffy asked, being kind of an expert on the
recurring dream theme.
"Yeah." Willow breathed, as she allowed herself to relax around the comforting
warmth of her lover. "Except..." Willow stopped, not quite sure how to put how
she was feeling into words.
"Tell me." Buffy whispered, stroking the back of Willow's neck with gentle
fingertips.
Willow took a deep breath and tried to form her jumbled up feelings into
coherent thought. "It's the same dark void, almost impenetrable by light. I
don't know where I am, or how I got there. There were a couple of differences in
this dream though. When I first started having the dream the air was so cold...
freezing. I've never been so cold in my life." Willow remembered, shivering a
little in Buffy's arms.
Buffy remembered waking up one morning not long after she and Willow had first
made love, to find her shivering uncontrollably. Willow's teeth had been
chattering in her head, and she had her arms wrapped firmly around herself as she
tried to get herself warm. Buffy, alarmed at the state of her lover, had taken
her immediately into her arms, surprised to find her body temperature perfectly
normal. In fact it had been a little warmer than usual. Buffy thinking Willow
might have had a fever, forced Willow to sleep in that morning not leaving her
side until Willow insisted later that she was perfectly fine. But when Buffy had
woke up the next morning and found Willow in the same condition, she forced Willow
to tell her what was wrong. Willow told Buffy between shuddering gasps, about her
dream. The dreams had been going on in this way for the past two weeks, and Buffy
was getting extremely worried. She continued to support her lover and hoped that
they'd find an answer to Willow's strange dreams.
"But in tonight's dream it was warm...so warm and comfortable. And...there was
this sound I couldn't quite make out. It was like a murmur of a thousand voices
or a dozen bees droning. But in this really weird rhythm." Willow tried to
describe the sound, but was frustrated when she realized she just couldn't do it.
She knew she'd recognize the sound instantly if she ever heard it again, but to
describe it...she just didn't have the words to do it.
Willow shook her head in frustration, sighing deeply. Buffy pulled her closer
into her embrace, holding Willow tight against her chest and stroking her hair
gently. "It'll be okay." Buffy whispered, kissing Willow on the top of her head.
"I'll go talk to Giles, see if he's found out anything. He wanted to talk to me
about something he found out about that spell of yours anyway." Buffy was pleased
to hear Willow snort gracefully into her chest. Willow knew exactly what spell
she referred to. The one that had changed their relationship for the better,
though neither of them had told anyone about the change in their relationship.
Not even Giles. They wanted to get used to the newness of the it first.
Willow looked reluctantly at the alarm beside Buffy's bed, knowing that it must
be getting late and that she had an early morning class that day. She groaned at
the confirmed knowledge, as the red glowing numbers told her that it was seven
thirty in the morning. "Ugh, I have to go to class." Willow complained, clearly
not wanting to leave the warm spot that was Buffy.
"I remember a time when you used to like going to class." Buffy teased
gently, not wanting to leave the comfortable embrace she was in either, but
knowing that they had to get moving. Buffy was curious as to what Giles had found
out.
"I still do! I just don't like leaving this bed." Willow pouted, a look that
made Buffy weak in the knees every time.
"So...what fascinating subject is it this morning? Anthropology? History?
Biology?" Buffy teased.
"I'll have you know it's much more interesting than that." Willow
stated, imperiously.
"Oh yeah? What is it?" Buffy smirked, enjoying their game.
"Human sexuality and reproduction." Willow enjoyed how Buffy nearly choked on
that one. That is before Buffy got the upper hand on her.
"Didn't we just do that?" Buffy asked, forcing Willow to raise a red haired
eyebrow at her. "Well...except for the reproduction part." Buffy chuckled at
Willow's shocked expression.
"Well, I'd love to be able to lay here and do this all day, but I really do
have to get to class." Willow sighed, starting to climb off of Buffy.
"No, I guess I wouldn't want you to miss your class. But..." Buffy got a
wicked gleam in her eyes and Willow could swear she knew where Buffy was going to
go with this. "Do you think they give extra credit for at home participation?"
Buffy asked, starting to nibble on the sweet skin of Willow's neck.
"Buffy!" Willow exclaimed in protest. "Really Buffy...Buffy I can't. I don't
have time this morning," Willow said, as she tried to squirm out of her amorous
lover's embrace.
"Are you sure?" Buffy asked Willow, who had finally managed to stand up next
to Buffy's bed.
"I'm sorry. Maybe later?" Willow answered the entreating look in Buffy's
eyes. 'Please don't give me the pout, you know I can't withstand the
pout.' Willow pleaded internally as the corners of Buffy's mouth started to
turn downwards. "I really have to go." Willow practically ran to the closet as
she grabbed an outfit to wear and threw it on. "Sorry." Willow called over her
shoulder, as she threw open the dorm room door and quickly left. She leaned up
against the wooden frame, waiting for her heart beat to slow down a bit before,
smiling to herself, she headed off to class.
"Oh well," Buffy said to herself. "I guess I really shouldn't keep Giles
waiting." She sighed, then chuckled at the way Willow had practically bolted from
the room.
Willow was just about to leave the dormitory, when a sudden attack of
queasiness hit her. 'Oh no, not again,' she thought, dismayed, before
running into the nearest bathroom hoping to make it to the closest stall before
she lost the contents of her stomach all over the bathroom floor. She quickly
closed and locked the door of the stall before leaning over and heaving into the
toilet. This early morning ritual was quickly becoming detested. Willow was sure
it wasn't something she ate, and yet she didn't think she was getting sick, after
the initial bout of queasiness it seemed to fade for the rest of the day. She
hadn't told Buffy about this, not wanting to make her worry anymore than she
already was, and she vowed to herself that if it didn't go away in a couple of
days she would go to see her family physician and get it checked out. After
rinsing her mouth and washing her hands and face, Willow made her way out of the
bathroom and continued on her way to class.
"GILES?!" Buffy called out, slamming the door to Giles apartment as she
entered. Giles was just coming out of the kitchen, holding a steaming cup of Earl
Grey tea.
"Oh Buffy, you're here. Excellent. Would you like a cup?" Giles offered,
knowing that Buffy probably wouldn't take him up on it.
"Uh no, maybe later Giles," Buffy said, as she flopped down on Giles' couch and
looked at him expectantly. "So...you wanted to tell me about the spell?" Neither
Buffy nor Willow wanted to take the chance of researching the spell themselves.
As far as Buffy could remember, all Willow had done was read the spell before she
was under it. So, Buffy had brought the spell book to Giles, hoping that he would
be able to safely say what the spell was, where it had originated from, and what
the purpose behind the spell was, having informed him as little as possible of
what had happened that night.
Luckily, when Buffy had found the spell book it was already open to the pages
Willow had been reading, since Willow had no memory of what had happened that
night at all. So, it was really only a matter of Buffy asking Giles to determine
what the two spells on the pages were for. Giles had ruled out the first spell
right away, it being a simple levitation spell that Willow could do in her sleep.
The second spell had captured his attention, and he had taken the book without
hesitation, muttering something about researching as he walked away.
"Buffy, that was a very...uh...interesting spell you asked me to research."
Giles started, noticing the look of anxiety that swept across Buffy's face before
she hid it.
"Really? Did you find out anything?" Buffy asked, examining a freshly painted
fingernail in pretended disinterest.
"Well, for one thing..."Giles sighed, "It's a very old spell. How it wound up
in that book that Willow had is quite frankly beyond my comprehension. If my
research is correct it dates back to the time of the Ancient Greek civilization.
It's also extremely powerful. It's a good thing Willow hadn't finished reading
that spell."
"Uh, really? Why's that?" Buffy asked, unable to hide the subtle squeak in
her voice.
"Well, any love spell is dangerous, but this one was supposedly graced by the
Greek Goddess of Love Aphrodite. As you've already witnessed someone under a love
spell can be incredibly dangerous." Buffy nodded, remembering the time that
Xander had tried to cast a love spell on Cordelia, and it had affected every woman
but Cordelia, Buffy included. "This spell is much more powerful than the one
Xander and Amy cast. The effects could have been....I can't even begin to fathom
it." Giles said, noticing Buffy shudder. Buffy wondered what Willow would have
done if she hadn't gotten carried away by the passion of the moment, or if she had
tried to restrain Willow the way she had wanted to at first. The power that Buffy
had felt while they were making love was astronomical and she truly believed what
Giles said.
"And I believe I've stumbled upon some possible side effects of the spell."
Giles continued, noticing Buffy's distracted look.
"Side effects?" Buffy asked, dragging her attention to Giles worried face.
"What kind of side effects?"
"Well...I'm afraid I haven't...I mean I'm not entirely sure..." Giles
stumbled.
"Spit it out Giles." Buffy said, her impatience starting to show through. If
Willow was going to experience some unforeseen side effect, Buffy wanted to know
about it. Then Willow's dreams popped into her head and Buffy thought that she
knew what one of them might be already.
"Well, the spell is strange in that it is dedicated to somebody. Two
somebody's actually. It states the wish that the two people's threads never be
cut. Now in Greek mythology, a person's life was decided by the three fates.
Clothos, Lachesis, and Atropos, or as they were sometimes called, The Mother, the
Maiden, and the Crone. They each had their own jobs. One was the weaver and she
wove the thread of somebody's life into this big rich tapestry. How she weaved
determined how somebody's life would go. One of them simply held the thread, and
dealt it out to the weaver. I suppose, she decided how long someone's life would
be. And the last was responsible for cutting the thread. A person's life ended
when that thread was cut. Now, how this affects the spell I'm not quite sure. It
may have been a spell for the two to live out their lives in immortality, having
the fate never cut their thread, or it could have been talking about their
descending line. It may have been a wish that the Warrior and the Follower's
descendants never die out, and this spell may have been used to see that they
never did."
"In English, Giles." Buffy said, having lost the Watcher after the whole three
fates bit.
"Right. I'm thinking this spell was either used to bring two soul mates
together. Or to ensure the continued line of the Warrior and Follower by...um...
urging the descendents to...uh...mate", Giles got out, blushing furiously.
Buffy looked at him strangely, her face turning white. "That's um...really...
strange Giles."
"Yes. Quite", Giles agreed, thinking about the spell once more.
'Just when you think you know all there is to know about a subject, you find
out you're wrong', Willow reflected silently, as she paid attention in her
human sexuality and reproduction class. 'I mean, after sleeping with a
were-wolf and a Slayer, you would think I would know it all.' Willow always
found the class discussions extremely fascinating, and she loved to hear the
various students stories about their own love lives, and the questions they
evoked, although she had never opted to share any of her own stories. She
probably would have been lucky to get two sentences out without stuttering
uncontrollably.
Today they were starting the section on reproduction though, and Willow sat
glued to her seat, fascinated about the many changes a baby went through before it
was ready to be born. The professor had brought a film to class showing the
developing baby from time of conception through the ninth month. It was
fascinating to Willow how everything about the baby formed.
"And this, is what a baby's heart beat sounds like inside the mother," the
professor said, playing a tape of the last sonogram she had. The sound nearly
rocked Willow out of her seat, as she sat wide-eyed and listened to the sound she
had been hearing in her dreams. 'I'd recognize that sound anywhere,'
Willow had said that earlier to Buffy, and now she was hearing it in her
reproduction class. She didn't quite know what to make of it. She didn't know
why she was dreaming of a baby's heart beat. But, she intended to find out.
Dr. Wiseburg had been Willow's family physician for as long as she could
remember. He had probably been her doctor since she was a baby. So she felt a
little self-conscious now, coming into the doctor's waiting room with the problem
she felt she was having.
"Hello Willow," Nurse Brackett called out to her, seeing her enter. "It's been
a few months since I've seen you. Everything going okay?" Willow had known Nurse
Brackett for about as long as she had known Dr. Wiseburg. The kind faced,
slightly chubby nurse had taken her measurements since she was old enough to walk.
"I don't see your name in the appointment book, are you sure you're due for a
physical?" the nurse asked, her eyes looking up at Willow questioningly.
"Um, no. I know I'm not scheduled. I know it's short notice. But, I was
wondering if Dr. Wiseburg had some time between patients." Willow murmured,
trying hard not to run back out the waiting room door.
Nurse Brackett looked concerned as she glanced down at her appointment book.
"Well, he has an appointment at one. I'll see if he can squeeze you in Willow,
okay?" Willow glanced at her watch. It was twelve thirty now. She supposed
she'd have enough time to blurt out her secret before Dr. Wiseburg's next patient
showed. Willow nodded and Nurse Brackett paged the doctor, telling him who was
waiting for him, and before Willow knew it, Dr. Wiseburg had come out and
collected her, bringing her into his office.
Dr. Wiseburg's office was a normal Doctor's office. Diplomas on the wall. An
examination table in the middle of the room. Medical equipment on trays spread
around the office. He had a desk sitting in one corner, which he sat down at and
motioned for Willow to take the visitor's seat. Dr. Wiseburg was an older man,
who Willow guessed was somewhere in his late fifty's.
"So, Willow, what can I help you with?" Dr. Wiseburg asked, expecting to be
hit with some innocuous teenage problem.
"I think I'm pregnant", Willow whispered, unable to meet his eyes. That had
not been what the good doctor had been expecting, anything but that. He had known
Ira Rosenberg's daughter since he had delivered her. He would never have expected
her to have unsafe sex. But here she sat, in his office, looking as troubled as
he'd ever seen her. The doctor in him took over before he could think too much
about it.
"Well, why don't we find out, huh? Then we can take it from there", he said
kindly, then buzzed the nurse through his intercom. "Nurse Bracket, postpone my
One o'clock to Two, all right?"
"Yes Doctor." Willow heard the reply through a haze, as well as everything
that happened after that. The examination itself was a blur to her, which was
good in a way because she probably would have found the whole thing completely
embarrassing otherwise. Dr. Wiseberg took some blood and had it sent to the lab,
then told Willow that the results would be available in about a half an hour and
that if she'd like to get comfortable and wait in the waiting room, he would call
her when they were ready. Willow nodded, waiting for him to leave before she got
off of the examination table and got dressed. Her fingers were shaking so badly
she could hardly button the buttons on her sweater, but sooner than she would've
thought she was back in the waiting room, her stomach in knots as she waited for
the results.
She tried thumbing through the year old magazines that were sitting on a table
in the waiting room, but she kept feeling Nurse Brackett's concerned eyes resting
on her and she found it hard to concentrate on the words. Also, her mind kept
flashing to Buffy, wondering what in the world she was going to say to her if it
proved her suspicions were correct. Worst yet, she couldn't imagine how in the
world she would've got in the position she was in. She hadn't slept with a guy
since Oz had left a month ago, and she had gone through her period the day after
he left, a fun experience if there ever was one, although she was due for her next
one in about a week. She had a sneaking suspicion this one wouldn't be coming on
time though.
Willow was so deep into her thoughts that she never even heard Dr. Wiseburg
calling her name until a gentle hand was placed on her shoulder. "Come on into my
office, Willow", he said gently, and Willow nodded, avoiding the questioning
glances of the Nurse. Feeling more queasy and light-headed than she had ever
felt, she followed the Doctor into his office, swallowing hard to keep the
contents of her stomach in place.
"Well?" she asked, nervously. Her voice squeaked in fear. Dr. Wiseburg looked
at her soberly, his kind, gentle brown eyes looking at her sympathetically.
"Well, I'm not quite sure how you knew it...but you are two weeks pregnant",
Dr. Wiseburg said, confirming Willow's darkest fears.
Willow's eyes closed upon the tears she felt building up in them. She brought
a trembling hand to her mouth, holding in a sob as the tears overflowed her
eyelids and dripped down her cheeks.
"Willow, I know how overwhelmed you must be feeling right now. And you
shouldn't make any decisions at this time, but there are three choices that you
can make about your situation. They should each be discussed with your parents
and your partner, then you'll be better able to come to a conclusion about what it
is you want to do", Dr. Wiseburg said, trying to be supportive, and give some much
needed information to the young person.
Willow looked up at him, question in her eyes, and he continued. "It's still
early in your pregnancy. We could just end the pregnancy." The shocked and
offended look in Willow's eyes told him that wouldn't be an option she would
consider, and he should have known just from her being Ira Rosenberg's daughter,
but he felt it should be mentioned anyway, just to cover all the bases. "Of
course, if that's not a viable option for you, there are always good families
waiting to adopt a baby. A family who could love and support a baby, but maybe
can't have children of their own." This suggestion didn't bring as much as an
offended look to Willow's face, though he could tell that she wasn't sure if this
was the way that she wanted to go. "Then of course, you could always keep the
baby. I'm sure you have enough emotional as well as financial supports around you
to help you to raise the baby yourself." The doctor was thinking of Willow's
parents, but Willow's thoughts flew immediately to Buffy. Buffy was the only
person who ever completely emotionally supported her. She supposed they would
find some way to go about the financial part.
"I'd like to set up regularly scheduled appointments for you during your entire
pregnancy, to help ensure that you and your baby remain healthy and also to
discuss prenatal and post natal options with you, all right?" Dr. Wiseburg asked,
once Willow had composed herself.
Willow nodded, and then stood not wanting to take up any more of Dr. Wiseburg's
time then she already had. "Thank you," Willow said, although she wasn't quite
sure what she was thanking him for.
"It's all right, Willow. Everything will be okay, you'll see." Dr. Wiseburg
responded trying to reassure the young woman. "Please see Nurse Brackett about
setting up your next appointment, and try not to worry, okay?"
Willow nodded, not knowing what to say, then stepped out of the office. She
quickly set up an appointment for the next week, then left the doctor's building.
She wasn't quite sure where she would go, but she needed to take a walk and clear
her head.
Willow walked through the park on the way to the dorm, struggling to find a way
to tell Buffy what had happened. She didn't notice any of the other college
students that were having lunch there, or the students that passed by her talking
to each other. She was wound up in her own little daze of misery. 'I mean,
what do I say? I can't just walk up to her and say...Guess what, Buffy? I'm
pregnant', Willow thought sarcastically. 'She'll probably think it's Oz's
or that I cheated on her. I really hope she doesn't think I cheated on her. I'd
never cheat on her.'
'What if she freaks? What if she doesn't believe me? What if she doesn't
want children and thinks that I should end the pregnancy?' They had never
really talked about children, or if Buffy really wanted any. And then there was
the whole passed down from generation to generation thing of Buffy's. Buffy might
be worried that any child she had would be destined to be the next Slayer. What
if Buffy thought that it would be better off not even being born?
Willow wasn't even sure what she herself wanted. The only thing that she did
know was that she did not want to end the pregnancy. She couldn't. Her parents
would never look at her the same way again. If she told them that is. But beyond
that, Willow wasn't sure if she could end a life...any life...especially not a
life that was taking root inside of her. She definitely could not end the
pregnancy. So, that left her with two options. Adoption, or keeping the child to
raise herself. She wasn't sure how she felt about either of those options. Part
of it, she knew, would be hinged on Buffy's reaction to the whole situation.
Willow knew that she couldn't make a decision without her.
Willow had always wanted to have a child when she was growing up. She had
always fantasized about some day marrying Xander Harris and having a child with
him...maybe two. The fantasy had changed as she had gotten older. Oz had taken
Xander's place in her heart and her dream. And then, Oz had left and the dream
had turned fuzzy for a while. Until the morning she had woken up in Buffy's arms
and she had finally known where she was meant to be. And now it looked like the
dream she had from childhood was coming true. It wasn't the time she would have
chosen, she would have liked to finish college first, but if this was the time it
had to be then she wouldn't begrudge it.
Letting herself into her dorm room, Willow was surprised to realize she was
completely exhausted. She went over to her bed and laid down, pulling the covers
over her head as she curled up into a fetal position, her hand resting on her
stomach, and she immediately fell into a deep sleep.
Willow dreamed again of the sound of a baby's heart beat. Yet this time, not
all was dark. She was amazed when she saw the shape and definition of a fetus.
It's not quite formed features swam in a protective pool. Willow was engulfed in
a feeling of such love and devotion for the unborn child that it overwhelmed her.
She knew at that moment that she would do anything to protect this child.
Buffy came back from Giles place and found Willow curled up in her bed. Willow
was mumbling something in her sleep, but Buffy wasn't close enough to make it out.
She looked at the position her lover had chosen to sleep in, and her eyes shadowed
with worry as she walked over to Willow's bed. "Will?" she called out gently,
moving red hair off of her friend's face.
"mmm, bring the bottle." Willow mumbled, her eyebrows scrunching up as she
twitched in her sleep.
Buffy grinned slightly at the comment, wondering what her lover was dreaming
about. "Will, you're dreaming," Buffy whispered, stroking a freckled cheek. She
watched as green eyes blinked open then focused in on her own blue eyes.
"Buffy?" Willow sat up, confused. She wondered how long she had been asleep.
She glanced at the clock on the bedside table, shocked to see that it was four
o'clock and that she had slept for several hours after she had come home from the
doctor's office.
"Will...are you okay?" Buffy asked. It wasn't often that she came home to
find Willow in bed during the middle of the day. She could only remember one
instance when Willow had the flu.
Willow thought blearily about that question for a little while. Was she okay?
Well, it depended on how you looked at it, didn't it? Buffy was starting to get
worried at Willow's silence when Willow finally answered her. "Uh, yeah. I'm
okay. I mean I'm not sick or anything...it's just..." Willow started babbling
then made herself shut up before she just blurted it out. She didn't want to bowl
Buffy over while she was still standing.
"Just what?" Buffy asked, an uncomfortable feeling starting to rise within the
Slayer.
"Um, I kinda need to tell you something, but I don't want to do it with you
standing. Can you come here?" Willow said, moving over a little to give Buffy
room to sit down. Buffy sat down next to Willow, her body tense as she waited for
whatever Willow had to tell her. Her eyes met Willow's and she saw the fear in
those green pearls.
"What is it?" Buffy asked, a thousand possible answers running through her
head.
"You remember when I told you that I'd remember that sound in my dreams if I
heard it again, anywhere?" Willow started, not quite sure where she was going with
this, but she knew she had to start somewhere.
"Yeah?" Buffy said, as confused about where Willow was going with this as
Willow was.
"Well, I heard it today. In my sex and reproduction class." Seeing the
confused look on Buffy's face, Willow continued. "My teacher played a tape of a
sonogram. It was the same sound. The sound of a baby's heart beat." Willow
could see confusion mixing with a dawning realization swimming in the Slayer's
blue eyes.
Buffy's mind flashed back to her conversation with Giles and the sudden
realization almost knocked the breath out of her. "Will...are you..." Shock
immobilized her mouth as she saw Willow nodding at her.
"I'm going to have a baby." Willow whispered, seeing the shock fill the
beautiful blue eyes beside her. "The doctor says I'm two weeks pregnant. I'm so
sorry. I don't know how it happened." Willow gasped out, starting to cry as she
anticipated Buffy's anger and rejection.
Buffy shook her head as she tried to let the news sink in. "This is
unbelievable", she whispered. The news took it's time settling in between the
layers of disbelief and shock that were protecting the Slayer. 'I'm going to
be a 'father'? This is really unbelievable. If I didn't know it were true, I
wouldn't believe it', Buffy thought to herself, the enormity of the situation
sitting squarely on the Slayer's shoulders.
"Buffy, please say something." Willow pleaded after Buffy hadn't spoken for
what seemed like forever. The Slayer was being too quiet, like the calm before
the storm, and Willow was just waiting for Buffy to freak out and start yelling
and screaming at her.
Buffy finally pulled away from her internal thoughts enough to notice the flow
of tears that were streaming down Willow's face. "Oh, Will. I'm sorry. Come
here." Buffy whispered, pulling her lover into her arms.
"You don't hate me?" Willow cried, her arms wrapping tightly around Buffy.
"Why would I hate you, Will? This is all my fault", Buffy said, wiping the
tears off of Willow's cheeks.
"What? I don't understand." Willow said, the expression on her face showing
just how confused she was.
Buffy's face was intense as she looked into Willow's. "It's the spell, Will.
Something happened to me that night. I've never felt anything like it before, or
since, that night. At first, I just thought it was...you know...being with you.
It was bound to be intense. But that night, Will, I felt different." Buffy saw
that Willow's confusion hadn't cleared and swore softly. "I wish I knew how to
describe it to you. I wish you could remember." Buffy said, running her fingers
through Willow's red hair and cupping her cheek. "Whatever went through me went
into you too." Buffy remembered that moment so clearly in her head. The slow
build-up of whatever force that had been in control that night, and the moment it
had merged the two together for a timeless instant. Buffy shook her head, shaking
off the still startlingly clear and pleasurable memories of that night.
"Anyway...from what Giles said. this is the purpose behind the spell", Buffy
said, gently resting her hand over Willow's abdomen.
"Does he know?" Willow asked, wondering if Buffy had told Giles the whole
truth while she had been there.
Buffy shook her head. "No. I wasn't quite sure how to bring that up.
Besides, I kinda wanted to be sure before I went into the 'lets see if we can make
Giles stutter uncontrollably' stage." Willow shared a smile with Buffy at that,
imagining what Giles reaction to that would be.
They sat in contemplative silence after that, each wondering what the other
were thinking. Finally, Willow's hesitant voice broke the silence. "What do you
think we should do?"
Buffy took a long breath and let it out slowly. "Well...I guess I could quit
college and get a job. We'll probably have to move out of the dorm, although I
definitely think you should continue going to college. The baby should be here
sometime around July...I think. That would give you almost a month before your
next classes started, and I could stay home and take care of the baby while you
were in classes...either that or get a baby sitter. I wonder if my mom would be
able to help out sometimes." Willow watched Buffy in amazement. She had
obviously given this a lot of thought.
"Buffy. You want to keep the baby?" The surprise in Willow's voice made Buffy
stop and look at her.
"Well...I just assumed that's what you would want, too. Do you want to give
her up?" Buffy asked, the very thought of not knowing her own child tore at the
Slayer's heart. But if Willow wasn't ready for the responsibility, Buffy supposed
she would have no choice but to go along with it.
Willow shook her head. "I guess I just didn't think that you would want to
keep her."
Buffy looked at her with soulful eyes. "Why wouldn't I? She's mine." She
said, her hand curling protectively on Willow's stomach.
Willow smiled at how possessive Buffy was already. She rested her head on the
Slayer's shoulder, and they rested back on the bed. "I guess we have a lot of
decisions to make, huh?"
"Yeah, like how we're going to tell our parents....and Giles." Buffy said,
wrinkling her nose.
Thinking about telling her parents made Willow shudder. "Yeah. But at least
we made the most important decision", she said, resting her hand on top of Buffy's
on her abdomen.
"We're going to have a baby, Will", Buffy whispered, awestruck. Willow smiled
serenely at her, and for the first time felt good about the news she had heard
that day. She kissed Buffy gently and then snuggled into her, content to just lay
in Buffy's protective embrace and watch the shadows on the floor move their way
across the room as the sun set on the prospective parents.
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