Chapter two
"I can't have a baby," Fred said. "I mean, what would my parents say? How are we going to take care of it? What if it's evil?" she babbled, her Texan accent becoming more pronounced as each second passed.
"Fred, honey," Wesley said, "we'll figure everything you. You don't have to worry,"
"I'm worrying," she said. "What if it's evil? Are we going to kill it? We can't kill a baby! What if it kills me?" she asked.
"We're going to do everything we can, all right?" Wesley asked.
"And-- but--what--"
"It's going to be fine," Wesley insisted.
"No! It's not going to be fine!" Fred yelled. She turned to Wesley with a frightened look, "What are we going to name it?" she asked. "We don't even know if it's a girl or a boy? Will it have to be a unisexual name? Like Kelly or...or...Wesley?" she asked. Wesley looked affronted.
"Wesley is a very good name for the child, I think," he said.
"But...but... a name like that wouldn't be right," Fred said. "I mean, imagine what the other kids would say,"
"That is if it's going to live," Wesley said.
"It has to live! I've decided!" Fred said.
"But, like you said, what if it's evil?" Wesley asked.
"No, it can't be evil. It has to be good," she said. "And it has to be a good name too like... well, nothing like Winifred, I'm sure about that."
"Here, I'm going to go talk to the others about this. To see what we can do," Wesley gave Fred a kiss on the hand then walked towards the door.
"Wesley?" Fred asked. "I really don't want to kill it," she said.
"We'll see what we can do," Wesley repeated.
"So, when's this thing going to be born?" Angel asked.
"Willow said that the growing process will take two months, then it'll be born." Wesley said.
"Okay, we're going to need an advanced guard on her, just in case she goes, you know--""Homicidal?" a petite woman entered the room with a hankerchief on her head and a blue apron on over a pink skirt and shirt-- the picture of the ideal fifties woman. "I have a full team on her already, and I've gotten nothing but good prenatal reports from the midwives," she said. She looked over at Wesley and blushed. "Oh, I'm sorry, did I introduce myself?" she asked.
"Wesley, this is Anastasja Petrovsky, Miss Petrovsky, this is Wesley Wyndham-Pryce." Angel said. "Petrovsky is in charge of the Wolfram and Hart baby center,"
"We have a baby center?" Wesley asked."Four staircases down and to the left, it's kind of out of the way." Petrovsky said. "We take care of the...special cases, demonic babies born to human mothers, god-alternates and the little witches, werewolves and the like," she smiled. "Feel free to drop by anytime,"
"What about the psychics, did they sense anything coming from her?" Angel asked.
"Nada," Petrovsky said. "A little bit of abnormal wave lengths but it's nothing to be worried about. Otherwise, nothing but mood swings from this momma," she said. "Miss Burkle does seem to have low iron, but we can fix that with a few sweet potato pies,"
"Sweet potato pies?" Wesley asked.
"Home remedy, it make the iron just shoot up. And they're much more enjoyable than the normal elephant pills," Petrovsky said.
"Send me reports about every single little thing that happens. Any changes and if you know..." Angel trailed off.
"Tell you how to kill it?" Petrovsky asked. "Everything seems normal right now, the worst that can happen at the moment is that she goes into--" A woman entered the room, looking very sweaty as if she had just ran a mile (and she probably did).
"Petrovsky!" she gasped. "Winifred Burkle's just gotten a contraction!"
"What?" Angel and Wesley asked, jumping from their seats.
"Whoa boy, we've got this all under control!" Petrovsky said, holding up her hands to stop them.
"You just said everything was fine!" Wesley said.
"And everything is fine! You two just sit up here and sip your brandy, if she indeed has gone into labor than it's nothing to worry about. You'll just have a premature god-king and it'll be in the incubator for a few days. Trust me, I delivered Queen Titania's baby, I think I know what I'm doing here," she said. She turned around and walked out, getting the details from the other woman. Wesley turned to Angel.
"Queen Titania's baby?" he asked.
"Yeah, she's been here for a couple hundred years," Angel said.