"Alright, we're almost there."
Willow giggled as Wilson lead her along, the woman currently blindfolded.
"Wilson, this is stupid. Can I just take this blindfold off now? I hate not being able to see."
"No, no." Wilson chuckled. "It'll ruin the surprise. Plus, I don't want you to see it first."
"Oh? Then what I do first?"
"You'll find out."
Willow rolled her eyes, following Wilson along. She wasn't sure where they were at the moment but… she could hear the distinct sound of crock pots at work with food and a familiar scent was in the air. It was a warm spicy scent, something she recognized as spicy chili but it was different. Like something had been put in the recipe to change it up.
Then, she heard someone humming a tune. It was from… a ballet. The Nutcracker and the pitch of the voice.
… No way.
"... Wilson, did you find someone while you were out?"
"I did." Wilson undid the blindfold. "And he really wanted to see you."
The fold came off and standing before Willow was Walter, the young man holding a bowl of spicy chili to her along with a small watermelon.
"Long time no see, Willow." Walter smiled.
Willow's eyes went wide, silent as she looked him over before looking to Wilson.
"T-This isn't a dream…?"
"You're awake, my dear."
She looked to Walter, a squeal escaping her as she ran up to him.
"WALTER! Oh my goodness!"
Walter laughed, keeping the food from falling as she threw her arms around him.
"Whoa!"
"I missed you!" She looked up at him, her eyes misty. "I thought I'd never see you again."
"I never stopped looking." Walter carefully set the food on a table before bringing his arms around Willow tightly, resting his head against hers. "Oh look at you. You look so much better than when I last saw you."
Willow nodded, burying her face in his chest.
"Y-Yeah… I've been good. I've been eating and I survived and… I'm… I'm okay. I promise I haven't burned down anything big."
Walter stroked her hair.
"I believe you. You've done some growing up. Including…" Walter smirked, eying the ring on her left hand. "Finding someone very special in your life."
Willow smirked, nodding her head over to Wilson.
"Yeah, I like the tall dorky types."
"Hey!"
"Love you!"
Walter chuckled, ruffling her hair.
"Still the same as ever. I'm proud of ya, Willow. Really."
Willow giggled, batting her hand away before hugging him again.
"Sorry just… I haven't seen you in so long."
"I know." Walter nuzzled her. "I know."
Willow nuzzled him, sighing happily.
"I'm just so happy." She kept close, burying her face a bit. "No more doctors or shots or… or any bad stuff."
"No." Walter stroked her hair. "Everything is safe now. I'm safe, you're safe. That's all that matters, Sparky."
"Waltermelon."
"Heh." Walter gave a sneaky look. "So… when I can expect to be an uncle?"
Both Wilson and Willow turned bright red, stammering. The two exchanging looks.
"Well, I um-"
"Well, you see-"
"WALTER!" Willow smacked him lightly on the arm. "We haven't even THOUGHT about that!"
"I'm just saying! I wouldn't mind a niece or nephew!"
"You dork!"
"Yes, yes, heard it all before." Walter grinned before pulling away, picking up the bowl of spicy chili, offering it to her. "Peace offering?"
Willow took it, taking a big bite.
"... Mm.." She sighed happily, savoring the taste. Just as good as she remembered it. Smokey, spicy, a small touch of sweetness to counteract the burn. "Amazing."
"Glad to know I still got it." Walter looked to Wilson. "And I gotta say, your husband is quite the man."
Wilson rubbed the back of his neck.
"N-Nah…"
Willow smiled.
"He is. He kept me sane and helped me get all those urges under control."
"I-I just wanted to help." He smiled sheepishly. "I can't stand to watch anyone suffer."
"We're in agreement then." Walter gave a mock serious look. "And if you make my sister cry, I'll be putting you in the stew."
"Wilson Stew. Sounds terrifying."
"As it should."
Willow smirked, setting her food down before bringing them both into a tight hug.
"You dorks."
"Your dorks."
Willow sighed happily, nodding as she looked at them both.
"Right where you belong."