RRIINGG!! The shrill ring of the telephone woke Buffy from her slumber. She
was seven months pregnant and she felt like it. She had been dreaming of
her craving (ice cream sandwiches) and sadly the time when she was able to
slay a vampire.
"Hello?" She mumbled into the receiver.
"Buffy! Did you get the results?"
"Uh-huh." She yawned.
"Which is it?"
"Willow, it's a girl."
"OOHH! I'm an auntie. Auntie Willow, that's me! I am a potential aunt, right?"
"Of course, Will, we love you to pieces."
"Auntie Willow, that's me! Buff, what're you going to name the child? Willow's a good name."
"I was thinking Joyce Katherine. In honor of my mom and his."
"That's pretty. When I was little and not gay, of course, my favorite name for a baby was Catalina."
"Willow, that's a type of salad dressing."
"Hey, I was young and impressionable. Plus, salad was my fave food."
"Okay, okay. I gotta go see Riley, we're having lunch together."
"Lunch date, cool."
"You bet, I have to get in the van like now if I want to make it."
"Buff, you sure that's a good idea?"
"Driving? Of course, I passed the test –"
"Buffy, I'm proud of that, but you're in your late stages, let me give you a ride."
"If you insist." Buffy muttered.
"I do. See you in about five minutes." Buffy got out of bed, toddled to her closet and pulled out her new dress, a pink and lavender dress that went to her knees, that made her look slimmer and less hefty. She slipped it on and pulled on some soft terrycloth flip- flops and went into the bathroom to brush her teeth. She was putting on her eye shadow when the doorbell rang. She went down the hallway with her purse and opened the door.
"Have I told you how much I've hated you lately?" Buffy asked.
"Buff, don't be a spoilsport."
"It's just, you're slim and I'm well, the future mom leavin' for Momdonia on the Pregnancy Express."
"Buffy, you're beautiful."
"Do you really mean that?"
"Uh-huh, it's not the gayness or the best friendness talking, if I didn't know you I'd say the same thing."
"Thanks Will."
"Hello?" She mumbled into the receiver.
"Buffy! Did you get the results?"
"Uh-huh." She yawned.
"Which is it?"
"Willow, it's a girl."
"OOHH! I'm an auntie. Auntie Willow, that's me! I am a potential aunt, right?"
"Of course, Will, we love you to pieces."
"Auntie Willow, that's me! Buff, what're you going to name the child? Willow's a good name."
"I was thinking Joyce Katherine. In honor of my mom and his."
"That's pretty. When I was little and not gay, of course, my favorite name for a baby was Catalina."
"Willow, that's a type of salad dressing."
"Hey, I was young and impressionable. Plus, salad was my fave food."
"Okay, okay. I gotta go see Riley, we're having lunch together."
"Lunch date, cool."
"You bet, I have to get in the van like now if I want to make it."
"Buff, you sure that's a good idea?"
"Driving? Of course, I passed the test –"
"Buffy, I'm proud of that, but you're in your late stages, let me give you a ride."
"If you insist." Buffy muttered.
"I do. See you in about five minutes." Buffy got out of bed, toddled to her closet and pulled out her new dress, a pink and lavender dress that went to her knees, that made her look slimmer and less hefty. She slipped it on and pulled on some soft terrycloth flip- flops and went into the bathroom to brush her teeth. She was putting on her eye shadow when the doorbell rang. She went down the hallway with her purse and opened the door.
"Have I told you how much I've hated you lately?" Buffy asked.
"Buff, don't be a spoilsport."
"It's just, you're slim and I'm well, the future mom leavin' for Momdonia on the Pregnancy Express."
"Buffy, you're beautiful."
"Do you really mean that?"
"Uh-huh, it's not the gayness or the best friendness talking, if I didn't know you I'd say the same thing."
"Thanks Will."