Part II
Buffy hummed slightly to herself as she went about the hotel arranging things just so. Angel had a call, but he had insisted that she stay home. Buffy patted her stomach, all eight months of pregnancy showing, and thanked him for it.
Earlier that day she had felt a slight sense of foreboding and worry. A quick check of all bases had reassured her fears. She had caught Giles at a lull in business at the Magic Box and had a long conversation with him. When the baby was born he was planning on coming up. Buffy had reassured him that they had plenty of room.
Then she had dialed the number of Xander and Anya's carpenter businness. She could hear the sound of sawing and laughing in the backroom from their three kids as she explained to Anya that she was just calling to see how they were doing. We're fine, Anya had told her, slightly puzzled. Buffy had smiled on the other end of the phone and decided not to interupt Xander.
Then a call to Willow's flat had produced a long and soulful conversation, especially about the new member of the family. Then, she caught Dawn in between classes at art school. Dawn had also assured her that she was coming up when it got closer to the "time." Buffy had hung up the phone satisfied and content and after a quick call to Angel and the rest of the gang, felt the bad feeling dissolve away.
Now she was happy and comfortable. She could feel the life inside of her and it was like nothing before. They had already picked out names for the baby. Liam Rupert if he was a boy and Jennifer Joy if it was a girl. Joy had come from Joyce, Buffy's mother. But something in the back of Buffy's mind made it seem sacriligious to place her mother's full name on the girl and beside joy fitted the baby perfectly.
Now she had only to wait for Angel. Angel. Her heart skipped a beat whenever she thought of him or said his name. This life was more than she had ever dreamed of and she prayed that if it was a dream she would never wake up.
Buffy hummed slightly to herself as she went about the hotel arranging things just so. Angel had a call, but he had insisted that she stay home. Buffy patted her stomach, all eight months of pregnancy showing, and thanked him for it.
Earlier that day she had felt a slight sense of foreboding and worry. A quick check of all bases had reassured her fears. She had caught Giles at a lull in business at the Magic Box and had a long conversation with him. When the baby was born he was planning on coming up. Buffy had reassured him that they had plenty of room.
Then she had dialed the number of Xander and Anya's carpenter businness. She could hear the sound of sawing and laughing in the backroom from their three kids as she explained to Anya that she was just calling to see how they were doing. We're fine, Anya had told her, slightly puzzled. Buffy had smiled on the other end of the phone and decided not to interupt Xander.
Then a call to Willow's flat had produced a long and soulful conversation, especially about the new member of the family. Then, she caught Dawn in between classes at art school. Dawn had also assured her that she was coming up when it got closer to the "time." Buffy had hung up the phone satisfied and content and after a quick call to Angel and the rest of the gang, felt the bad feeling dissolve away.
Now she was happy and comfortable. She could feel the life inside of her and it was like nothing before. They had already picked out names for the baby. Liam Rupert if he was a boy and Jennifer Joy if it was a girl. Joy had come from Joyce, Buffy's mother. But something in the back of Buffy's mind made it seem sacriligious to place her mother's full name on the girl and beside joy fitted the baby perfectly.
Now she had only to wait for Angel. Angel. Her heart skipped a beat whenever she thought of him or said his name. This life was more than she had ever dreamed of and she prayed that if it was a dream she would never wake up.