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"Thanks for coming with me," Xander grinned, glancing over at his best friend.
Willow glanced around the mall, finally settling her gaze on Xander. "You are welcome. Someone needs to help you decorate that place anyway. God forbid we let just *you* take on that daunting task." She giggled.
"Hey!" Xander exclaimed. "There is nothing wrong with my decorating skills!"
"Yep," Willow agreed with a chuckle.
"So it's not bad for you to be walking around, right?" he asked worriedly. "Spike threatened me, you know. If I ever let anything bad happen to you, he'd have Angelus rip my heart out. He would, you know. Rip my heart out. That wouldn't be good at all, cause, well, then I'd be heartless. And most likely dead too."
Willow stared at him for a full minute before laughing. "It's fine, Xand. The doctor said I needed to walk. Helps with the labor and all that."
"So one month. Are you nervous?"
Willow stroked her belly lovingly. "Ready," she said. "So very ready. I can't wait to be able to fit into my clothes again. Not that there is anything wrong with maternity clothes, but. . ." She shrugged. "I just can't wait till I'm normal again."
Xander wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close. "I think you are still beautiful," he said.
She blushed slightly. "Thanks, Xander."
The two spent the day together, shopping and buying things for his new apartment. The two decided to go to the Food Court and have some dinner. Willow winced slightly, rubbing her belly. "Are you ok?" Xander asked.
"Mild contraction," she said softly.
His eyes widened. "Are you ok?"
"Oh, yea," Willow nodded. "I've been having them on and off for the last couple of days. Doctor says it's. . ." She grimaced again. She looked up at him, her eyes wide. "Xander," she whispered. "I think we should go to the hospital."
"Oh my god," Xander breathed. "Ok, come on!"
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"I *need* to see Willow Rosenberg!" Angel exclaimed angrily.
"I'm sorry," the nurse said disinterestedly. "She has a visitor. She can't have anymore."
Spike pushed Angel aside, a low growl coming from his chest. "Listen here, chit. That's my bloody wife in there and if you don't let me and Peaches in, he's going to seriously hurt you."
Angel nodded his agreement.
"You are her husband?" she asked, looking up at the Spike. "Then who is the man she is with? He said he was her husband."
Angel turned to Spike. "Why would Xander claim to be her husband?" he asked.
"Are you one of those poofy hospitals that won't let anyone in but the husband?" Spike asked.
"Yes, we are," the nurse said, pushing her glasses up on her nose. "No one is allowed but the husband, and since he's already there, you can't go in there. Not until after the baby is born."
"Oh, no, ma'am," Angel disagreed. "There is no way that I'm letting my child be born without seeing it."
The nurse looked up at him. "So you are the father, Blondie here is the husband, as is. . ." she glanced down at her papers, "Mr. Harris?"
"No, you bloody chit, Mr. Harris is her best friend. Peaches and I are the husband *and* the father."
"You realize that is physically impossible," the nurse replied.
Angel's features rippled to his demon, then smoothed back to human. "So is that, but you just saw it, didn't you?" he growled.
The woman blinked, fear radiating off of her body. "Um. . .I think. . .yea, we can make an exception for Ms. Rosenberg." She glanced down at her papers. "She's in room 321."
"Thanks," Angel smiled. He grabbed Spike's arm and pulled him towards the elevator.
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"Push, pet," Spike encouraged.
Willow shook her head, sweat dripping from her skin. "Can't. No more. I'm tired, Spikey, make them stop, please?" she begged. "I just want to sleep."
"If you don't push," Angel's voice whispered into her other ear, "she will be there forever, and then it would be pretty hard for the three of us to, well, you know."
Willow blinked. It had been a couple of months since she'd been able to have nice normal sex with her two vampires. They'd continued to please her, but she had been so tired and big, she wasn't really completely interested.
With that thought in mind, she grunted, pushing as hard as she could. It wasn't but a few more before they heard a slap and a baby cry. Willow collapsed against her pillows. "Water," she whispered.
Spike turned, to see Xander sitting there, his eyes wide at what he had just seen. "Xander, go get some water for Willow," he said.
Xander looked up at the blonde and nodded, getting up to get his best friend water.
The doctor walked around, placing the small girl in Willow's arms. "Here you go, Willow," her doctor smiled. "A healthy baby girl. Born a little early, but she seems to be fine."
Angel leaned down, placing his nose against the crying baby's forehead. He inhaled, then looked at up at Willow and grinned. "Human," he whispered.
Willow started to cry, happy that her child wouldn't have to deal with the aftereffects of being part of a werewolf/human union. Spike leaned down, kissing Willow's forehead. "You ok, pet?" he asked softly.
"Just happy. Look, guys, it's our little girl," she whispered.
Angel smiled at Spike. The younger vampire returned the smile. "Not dating till she's fifty, pet," Spike nodded.
Willow chuckled, more tears spilling on her cheeks. "You guys." She hugged the baby close, then pulled her away. "Our little Mina. Angel Willimina. . ." She frowned. "We need a last name. I don't know if I want her to be Rosenberg."
"O'Connor," Spike said, nodding to Angel. It was the older vampire's last name while he had been human.
"I was going to say Bradley myself," Angel responded, thinking the child should have Spike's former last name.
"Angel Willimina O'Connor-Bradley," Willow decided. "I think it sounds good."
"Sounds perfect, pet," Spike said, brushing his lips along the baby's forehead.
"Just like you," Angel smiled. "I love you, Wills. . .Spike, and Mina."
"Yep," Spike said. "Me too." He grinned at his family.
"I love all of you," Willow whispered.
END
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