Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of BTVS. They
belong to Joss Whedon and Co.
This story should really go in with the No Regrets stories,
it happens in the same time frame. But it is centered around
Willow.
Willow was working late at the computer business, she and her husband
Oz ran together in downtown Sunnydale. The had been married six years
and had a beautiful two year old son named Jesse. Willow was happily
pregnant with her second child.
Willow sent Oz home early to pick up Jesse. She going to stay late and
catch up some work. Oz didn't really want to leave her but she put on her
"resolve face" and he knew he couldn't talk her out of it.
She sat down to finish her work, she was feeling tired but she didn't want
to worry Oz. While working at her desk she felt a little twingee, the
baby wasn't due for a couple of weeks yet. She felt another twinge and
decided it was time to go home.
On the way to the car Willow began to feel dizzy and felt something sticky
on her leg, feeling more dizzy she collapsed on the parking lot. Willow
had not been alone on the parking lot, an old friend had been watching
her. Angel was at Willows side in an instant.
Angel shook Willow gently. "Willow, Willow," he said softly. He bent down
to pick her up and noticed the blood on her legs, he reazlized he needed
to get her to the hospital.
Willow seemed to wake up a little when he lifted her, she tried to focus on
who was holding her. "Angel?" she asked groggily "Is it really you?"
Angel nodded his head yes and said "Don't worry Willow, I am getting you to
the hospital" He took the keys from her hand she was still clasping them.
"Okay" said Willow in a weak voice, she felt safe and secure, she knew Angel
would take care of her, she closed her eyes again.
Angel made it to the hospital in record time, though it felt like it had
taken forever. He pulled up to the ER and used Willows cell phone to call
ER and let them know she was on the parking lot. He knew he couldn't go
in, he couldn't let everyone know he was alive. He thought that Willow
was so out of it, that she wouldn't remember it was him. Thoughts of
Buffy came to his mind. He knew he had done the right thing by leaving.
Buffy and Xander were happily married now, andhe hoped that Buffy only
had the pleasant memories of their relationship now. He carried those
memories, just like he carried his neverending love for Buffy. Through
her, he had also come to care about her friends like the unselfish,
beautiful Willow.
Angel watched from behind a dumpster as the doctors came out to get
Willow. They had her purse, so he knew they would contact Oz. Oz
showed up shortly. Buffy and Xander were not far behind.
Willow was taken to the labor room, she was in premature labor, but she
was close enought to term that they let her deliver. They got the bleeding
under control and she delivered a beautiful baby girl with auburn hair.
Oz was so happy to see his wife okay and so proud of his beautiful daughter.
He had to as though "Willow, how did you get to the hospital?"
Willows memory was a little fuzzy, she was sure it had been Angel that
had helped her, but she didn't want to say anything. "I'm not sure, I
just remember being on the parking lot and then here at the ER. I guess
I had a guardian angel looking after me." she said with a smile.
Buffy and Xander came into the room, Buffy was gushing. "We'll only
stay a minute, Will. She is beautiful, I am so glad you are okay" she
hugged her dearest friend.
Xander and Buffy left the hospital laughing and talking about the new
baby. Angel listened from his hiding place. "Thank goodness Willow is
alright" he said to himself.
It was getting close to sunrise and Angel knew he should leave, but there
was something he had to do. He crept into the hospital and found the nursery.
There was a tiny abuburn haired baby in a issolette, Willows baby. Angel had
to smile when he saw her name - Angelia Hope.
Angel went by Willows room as he left the hospital, she was sleeping peacefully.
Oz was beside her asleep in the chair his hand in hers.
Angel left the hospital with a little lift in his walk, whistling a happy
tune. The next day Willow recieved a big bouquet of roses at the hospital,
the card simply read:
Glad you are okay. It was signed a friend
The end