Bathing in Blood
By: Tropicwhale
Disclaimer/Warning: Xander and Spike are not mine but I am torturing them and putting them in a homosexual relationship with each other, make no mistake. I'm not making money off it but if you don't like it you can hit the back button.
Epilogue
Willow snuggles into Kennedy as they watched the soap opera. "Are you sure I can't get you anything?" Kennedy turns and looks at her red-headed girlfriend, her head scarf brushing Willow's cheek as she moves.
"No. I just want you. And bad Spanish feuilleton mélo."
"You know, since we're in Brazil, it's bad Portuguese óperas de sabão." Kennedy grins.
"I know. I just love tricking you into speaking Portuguese. Multi-lingual chicks are so sexy." They kiss.
"Aw, that's so sweet. Now why are you trying to butter me up?" Kennedy shrugs.
"Can a girl give her boo a compliment without it being some sort of manipulation?" Kennedy was watching the television a little too closely.
"A girl can…but you're no girl. You're a woman. Tell me or I'll be forced to tickle you." Kennedy laughs.
"Alright, alright. I'll tell." She inhales. "You know, when we were in New York and I was in the hospital?"
"Kind of hard to miss, Ken." Willow says somberly. "I was sort of terrified." Kennedy nods understandingly.
"So was I. I know I didn't play it but…I was. It got me thinking. I kinda wanna settle down." Willow watches the television confused.
"What do you mean? We are settled."
"I mean I want a family…with you. I want to be a mother but-"
"Because of the hysterectomy you can't." Willow finishes. Kennedy nods.
"I'm a slayer…I don't want that to be all that I am. I want to have a kid of my own....something I can leave behind and-am I making any sense?"
"Yeah."
"Can you-? I mean I know it's a lot to ask and I don't know if-please? Will?" Willow smiles and adjusts so that she's looking at her lover.
"We've been together for what? Six years? Yeah, I'll carry your child. Wow, me as a mom…scary thought."
"Yeah…but it'll be cool. It'll all work out."
"We should totally ask Xander to be the dad. That way my childhood dreams will be complete!" Willow jokes.
"Okay. Let's call him up. He can come over for Christmas." Willow looks at her, surprised. "I mean it. We can have an old fashion Christmas…mostly. Besides, I'd rather know who the daddy of my baby is. It's better than some sperm bank…or Andrew." Willow laughs and stands, stretching.
"I would so not bear Andrew's children not even for you. Okay. I'll go call him up."
End