Okay, so sorry it took so long to get this chapter posted. Hang on. Scratch that. It's been…only a few days. Nevermind.

This is set in either later season two or in season three. Again, feel free to pick whichever you fancy.

Surprised

It was barely 8 o'clock when she woke up. That was early for her, if only by a half an hour at the most. She rose and slipped on her robe before sliding her feet into her slippers. She'd already decided that breakfast for the girls was the best idea for right now.

Joyce Summers walked into the hallway and headed towards Buffy's room. Her door was closed, so Joyce pushed it open and glanced inside. As she had expected, Willow and Buffy were in Buffy's bed. She wasn't, however, expecting them to be curled around each other as they were.

Stepping forward, she made sure her eyes weren't playing tricks on her. They weren't. Buffy was sleeping with her arms around Willow's waist, one of her legs pushed between Willow's. Willow had her fingers laced through Buffy's—on one of the hands around her waist. Buffy's mouth was near her ear and both girls had contented smiles on their faces.

Although she'd come into her daughter's room with the intention of waking them up, she felt far too surprised to do so now. Although she'd had good friends in high school, none of them had ever been this close to her. She'd noticed for a long time—denied it though she had—that Buffy and Willow were closer than normal friends were.

She would have had to be a fool not to notice that, whenever they were together, they seemed to revolve around one another. When one would talk, the other would watch with a gleam in their eye. It shocked her how much they seemingly cared for each other.

"Buffy?" she said finally. "Honey, time to get up."

Buffy blinked several times before looking up at her mother. "Hey," she murmured with a smile. As she went to get up, she jostled Willow awake. It took them a few moments, but they eventually realized how they had been laying.

Surprised as Joyce had been, they seemed to be far more shocked. They pulled away from one another as though they'd been shocked and looked down, blushing. Joyce stood there awkwardly, trying not to seem out of place in her daughter's room.

"I'm going to make breakfast," she told them, trying to seem as though nothing was amiss. "You two can come down whenever you're ready."

As she left the room, she heard both girls try to apologize at once and she smiled to herself. They'd figure it out eventually, but, for now, she could at least enjoy the show.

I actually hated typing up this story, like it though I do. It might have been because I stupidly watched The Body this morning. Silly me.

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