Non-journal post
Buffy nervously knocked on Willow and Tara's door. "Will? Ya home?"
Willow: *blows out the candles on her altar* Yes, yes, I'm home--c'mon in.
Buffy: *comes in, sees Willow in front of her altar* Oh, sorry - did I interrupt the witch-fu? I can come back...
Willow: No, no. *turns around, still kneeling, and nearly overbalances* Whoops! *grins and gets to her feet* Just some meditation, a little light checking on the wards, that kinda thing.
Buffy: Cool. *grins slightly, nervously* Got a minute?
Willow: Sure. What's up, Buff?
Buffy: Well, it's a thing. I... found out yesterday. Some news. And I thought you'd want to know. *fidgets*
Willow: *looks concerned* What? Not another Big Bad? Already?
Buffy: No, no, nothing like that!
Buffy: *grins*
Willow: Oh. Uh ... a big good, then? We could use a big good.
Buffy: Yeah... I think it's a big good. *fidgets again* Will... you know how I've been sick the last few days?
Willow: *nods* Yeah, and I thought it was kinda weird that you'd have the flu at this time of year....
Buffy: Yeah, well, Giles made me go down and see the doctor yesterday. It's kinda not the flu.
Willow: *frowns* Okay, not the flu, and not anything else germ-y 'cause that wouldn't be good.... *looks astonished, then pleased* Buffy baby?
Buffy: *grins big* You always were the smart one.
Willow: *squeals happily* Baby! Buffy with a baby! Baby Summers Giles!
Buffy: *starts laughing* I think we're just gonna call it Baby Giles... whatever it turns out to be. *grins*
Willow: Oh, you can't just keep calling it Baby! Have you picked out names? Colors for the nursery? Future college?
Buffy: *laughs* We're pretty much still adjusting to the fact that ti's a real baby.
Buffy: it's*
Willow: *starts bouncing around the room* Buffy baby! Buffy-Giles baby! Oooh, we gotta throw you a baby shower! Presents!
Buffy: Ooh! Pressies!
Buffy: *sits down on the bed, watching Willow bounce*
Willow: You're gonna take all your prenatal vitamins and stuff, right? Do whatever the doctor tells you? *stops bouncing* Uh ... what about Slayer stuff?
Buffy: *frowns* Not you, too. Giles is already after me to stop patrolling.
Willow: Well, I'm not the only smart one, y'know. And ... okay, this is fighting dirty and I know it ... but *where* was it you got staked by your own stake again? By that bad 80s-metal-hair vamp in Sunnydale? You want some French Quarter vamp to try it again, only a little more to the center?
Buffy: *glares* You're nasty. You know that, right?
Willow: *lifts her chin* You want this baby?
Buffy: *sighs* Of course I want this baby.
Willow: You want this baby born?
Buffy: Of course I do, Willow!
Willow: Then maybe you should stop patrolling until the rugrat pops out.
Buffy: *glares*
Willow: *stares back* You hate it when other people are right, dontcha?
Buffy: *lips twitch* You know I do.
Willow: Okay. You gonna do what Giles is asking or am I gonna have to pull in Xander and Dawn on this, too?
Willow: Not to mention Tara.
Buffy: *sighs, leaning back against the headboard* And you would, too, wouldn't you? Are you sure you're not evil again?
Willow: *pulls her hair away from her face* See? No scary black veins. Not evil.
Buffy: Darn.
Willow: *lets her hair fall back into place* But see this? Determined face.
Willow: Which is even more powerful than resolve face.
Buffy: *melodramatically* Oh, God, not that!
Willow: *giggles, then looks serious again* Okay, then. No more patrolling for you until the kid pops out.
Buffy: What am I supposed to do instead, Willow? Sit around and do my nails all day?
Buffy: ((How's it feel to be on that end of irrational-Buffy? :oP ;)))
Willow: N-no ... you could probably still help out with training, right?
Willow: ((:-P))
Buffy: Sure, until one fo you decides it's too dangerous because I might get kicked in the stomach. Then what?
Willow: *fidgets* Well ... I dunno ... you could ... try having a normal life for a while?
Buffy: A normal life? *softly* What's that?
Willow: *shrugs and sits down next to Buffy on the bed* You could spend the next 9 months finding out.
Buffy: Yeah, I guess.
Willow: Or you could ... I dunno, take some classes or something? You could just, y'know, not carry the weight of the world for a while.
Buffy: *bites lip, speaks softly* But Will... if I don't... who will?
Willow: *gestures around at the rest of the warehouse* Uh, how about all of us put together?
Buffy: *tries to smile* Maybe so. I guess we'll see.
Willow: Of course we will. It's gonna be fine, Buffy. Trust me. *hugs her close* You realize she's gonna get spoiled rotten, right?
Buffy: *hugs her back* I know it. You guys are gonna make her completely intolerable.
Willow: *grins* Look at it this way--you'll always have babysitters on hand.
Buffy: *grins back* Always a plus.
Willow: So ... um ... what's it like? Being pregnant.
Buffy: So far? Pukey.
Willow: Eeew. Okay, besides the pukey. Do you feel more glow-y?
Buffy: Not yet. Maybe that comes later? *hopefully*
Willow: *frowns* Unless glow-y just means sweaty....
Buffy: Let's hope not.
Willow: Do you want pickles and ice cream or anything weird like that?
Buffy: Not anything weird, yet, but I've noticed I've been craving specific things, like dill pickle chips.
Willow: Huh. Kosher dill or just dill-dill?
Buffy: no, you know, those potato chips that are dill-pickle-flavored?
Buffy: those, and also the salt and vinegar ones.
Willow: Oh! I get it. Yeah. Salty stuff. Like what you crave when you're having your period?
Buffy: Yeah
Willow: Weird. 'Cause, y'know, being pregnant, you ... aren't.
Buffy: and last night I wanted a fluffernutter.
Willow: Well, I guess that's kinda like ice cream ... okay, maybe not.
Buffy: No. It's a peanut butter and marshmallow fluff sandwich.
Willow: Otherwise known as a Xander Special. *grins* It's okay, Buffy. I know what a fluffernutter is.
Buffy: Just checking. *grins* Sometimes I wonder about you.
Willow: *makes a face* Only sometimes? *grins*
Willow: *blows out the candles on her altar* Yes, yes, I'm home--c'mon in.
Buffy: *comes in, sees Willow in front of her altar* Oh, sorry - did I interrupt the witch-fu? I can come back...
Willow: No, no. *turns around, still kneeling, and nearly overbalances* Whoops! *grins and gets to her feet* Just some meditation, a little light checking on the wards, that kinda thing.
Buffy: Cool. *grins slightly, nervously* Got a minute?
Willow: Sure. What's up, Buff?
Buffy: Well, it's a thing. I... found out yesterday. Some news. And I thought you'd want to know. *fidgets*
Willow: *looks concerned* What? Not another Big Bad? Already?
Buffy: No, no, nothing like that!
Buffy: *grins*
Willow: Oh. Uh ... a big good, then? We could use a big good.
Buffy: Yeah... I think it's a big good. *fidgets again* Will... you know how I've been sick the last few days?
Willow: *nods* Yeah, and I thought it was kinda weird that you'd have the flu at this time of year....
Buffy: Yeah, well, Giles made me go down and see the doctor yesterday. It's kinda not the flu.
Willow: *frowns* Okay, not the flu, and not anything else germ-y 'cause that wouldn't be good.... *looks astonished, then pleased* Buffy baby?
Buffy: *grins big* You always were the smart one.
Willow: *squeals happily* Baby! Buffy with a baby! Baby Summers Giles!
Buffy: *starts laughing* I think we're just gonna call it Baby Giles... whatever it turns out to be. *grins*
Willow: Oh, you can't just keep calling it Baby! Have you picked out names? Colors for the nursery? Future college?
Buffy: *laughs* We're pretty much still adjusting to the fact that ti's a real baby.
Buffy: it's*
Willow: *starts bouncing around the room* Buffy baby! Buffy-Giles baby! Oooh, we gotta throw you a baby shower! Presents!
Buffy: Ooh! Pressies!
Buffy: *sits down on the bed, watching Willow bounce*
Willow: You're gonna take all your prenatal vitamins and stuff, right? Do whatever the doctor tells you? *stops bouncing* Uh ... what about Slayer stuff?
Buffy: *frowns* Not you, too. Giles is already after me to stop patrolling.
Willow: Well, I'm not the only smart one, y'know. And ... okay, this is fighting dirty and I know it ... but *where* was it you got staked by your own stake again? By that bad 80s-metal-hair vamp in Sunnydale? You want some French Quarter vamp to try it again, only a little more to the center?
Buffy: *glares* You're nasty. You know that, right?
Willow: *lifts her chin* You want this baby?
Buffy: *sighs* Of course I want this baby.
Willow: You want this baby born?
Buffy: Of course I do, Willow!
Willow: Then maybe you should stop patrolling until the rugrat pops out.
Buffy: *glares*
Willow: *stares back* You hate it when other people are right, dontcha?
Buffy: *lips twitch* You know I do.
Willow: Okay. You gonna do what Giles is asking or am I gonna have to pull in Xander and Dawn on this, too?
Willow: Not to mention Tara.
Buffy: *sighs, leaning back against the headboard* And you would, too, wouldn't you? Are you sure you're not evil again?
Willow: *pulls her hair away from her face* See? No scary black veins. Not evil.
Buffy: Darn.
Willow: *lets her hair fall back into place* But see this? Determined face.
Willow: Which is even more powerful than resolve face.
Buffy: *melodramatically* Oh, God, not that!
Willow: *giggles, then looks serious again* Okay, then. No more patrolling for you until the kid pops out.
Buffy: What am I supposed to do instead, Willow? Sit around and do my nails all day?
Buffy: ((How's it feel to be on that end of irrational-Buffy? :oP ;)))
Willow: N-no ... you could probably still help out with training, right?
Willow: ((:-P))
Buffy: Sure, until one fo you decides it's too dangerous because I might get kicked in the stomach. Then what?
Willow: *fidgets* Well ... I dunno ... you could ... try having a normal life for a while?
Buffy: A normal life? *softly* What's that?
Willow: *shrugs and sits down next to Buffy on the bed* You could spend the next 9 months finding out.
Buffy: Yeah, I guess.
Willow: Or you could ... I dunno, take some classes or something? You could just, y'know, not carry the weight of the world for a while.
Buffy: *bites lip, speaks softly* But Will... if I don't... who will?
Willow: *gestures around at the rest of the warehouse* Uh, how about all of us put together?
Buffy: *tries to smile* Maybe so. I guess we'll see.
Willow: Of course we will. It's gonna be fine, Buffy. Trust me. *hugs her close* You realize she's gonna get spoiled rotten, right?
Buffy: *hugs her back* I know it. You guys are gonna make her completely intolerable.
Willow: *grins* Look at it this way--you'll always have babysitters on hand.
Buffy: *grins back* Always a plus.
Willow: So ... um ... what's it like? Being pregnant.
Buffy: So far? Pukey.
Willow: Eeew. Okay, besides the pukey. Do you feel more glow-y?
Buffy: Not yet. Maybe that comes later? *hopefully*
Willow: *frowns* Unless glow-y just means sweaty....
Buffy: Let's hope not.
Willow: Do you want pickles and ice cream or anything weird like that?
Buffy: Not anything weird, yet, but I've noticed I've been craving specific things, like dill pickle chips.
Willow: Huh. Kosher dill or just dill-dill?
Buffy: no, you know, those potato chips that are dill-pickle-flavored?
Buffy: those, and also the salt and vinegar ones.
Willow: Oh! I get it. Yeah. Salty stuff. Like what you crave when you're having your period?
Buffy: Yeah
Willow: Weird. 'Cause, y'know, being pregnant, you ... aren't.
Buffy: and last night I wanted a fluffernutter.
Willow: Well, I guess that's kinda like ice cream ... okay, maybe not.
Buffy: No. It's a peanut butter and marshmallow fluff sandwich.
Willow: Otherwise known as a Xander Special. *grins* It's okay, Buffy. I know what a fluffernutter is.
Buffy: Just checking. *grins* Sometimes I wonder about you.
Willow: *makes a face* Only sometimes? *grins*