Disclaimer: I own nothing, except Sophie.
AN: Okay, this starts the night after the first 'Wicca Queen' story, but as always with these, the time isn't really important.
Three year-old Sophie Rosenberg had never been more excited to go to bed. The night before, her Mama Tara had told her a very exciting bedtime story. She hadn't quite finished it though, and had said that her Mommy Willow would tell her more tonight. So, she was waiting patiently as Mommy Willow tucked her in.
"Is that alright?" said Willow as she finished.
"Uh-huh" Sophie nodded. "Will you tell me the story now, Mommy Willow?"
"Okay" Willow smiled, settling down beside her. "Now, this part of the story starts where the first part finished, at the presentation of Willow and Tara's daughter, Buffy.."
It was early morning in the Sunnylands. A gust of wind blew over those who were still sleeping, waking them to indicate that it was time to head to Sunny Rock for the presentation of their new Princess.
Night,
And the spirit of life
Oh, oh, eyo.
Oh, oh eyo.
Lorne the demon shaman stood atop Sunny Rock, watching as the Sunnylanders gathered below.
Wait!
There's no mountain too great.
Say the words and have faith.
Oh, oh, eyo.
An image of the current Queen Willow's father, the dearly departed King Giles, appeared in the clouds, smiling at Lorne.
He lives in you,
He lives in me.
He watches over,
Everything we see.
Into the water,
Into the truth.
In your reflection,
He lives in you.
Wesley, who had played chief advisor to Giles and now did the same for his daughter, counted the Sunnylanders to ensure that everyone was present who needed to be, then scrambled up to the top of the rock to join the group that were crowded around Queen Willow's wife Tara, admiring the baby girl in her arms. This group included Lorne, Xander and Anya, Willow's friends who had more or less raised her since they'd found her in the desert after Giles' death, and of course, Willow herself, who smiled proudly at the baby, her arm wrapped around Tara's waist. The baby's name was Buffy, and she had soft blonde hair and hazel coloured eyes. Lorne gently took the baby from Tara's arms, carrying her to the end of Sunny Rock. He held the Princess high for all the Sunnylander's to see, and they cheered. A gust of wind blew, carrying some leaves above baby Buffy's head. She giggled, reaching up and trying to catch them. Willow felt the wind too and smiled, sensing her father's presence. After the cheers died down, Lorne carried Buffy back to her parents, placing her in Willow's arms.
"Aww, just look at that little girl Xander, a real chip of the old block!" Anya grinned, looking on. "And of course you know who's gonna raise her!"
"Uh.. her parents?" said Xander, confused.
"Oh sure, get technical" Anya frowned. "But who do you think's gonna teach her the really important stuff, like how to belch," she burped, "And dig for grubs? I'm telling you buddy, it's gonna be like old times. Just you, me, and the little wicca!"
"Um, about that" Willow chuckled, gently bouncing Buffy, as she and Tara approached. "See, it turns out that Tara and I both have some Slayer blood a few generations back, and if you've got Slayer blood in you it's always gonna pop up again somewhere, so.."
"The baby is a Slayer" laughed Lorne.
"A SLAYER?" cried Anya and Xander in unison, fainting.
"Silly Xander and Anya!" Sophie giggled.