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I am in shock. That is the only way to describe
how I am feeling right now. I listen as if
from a great distance to the sounds of laughter coming from my friends
and my husband, and
I notice absently that Melly is tearing through her presents, barely
getting one open before
moving on to the next. She somehow manages to come across as
adorable rather than
greedy, though. I wonder absently if my child will be as beautiful
as Melly is. Looking up at
my Rupert, whose tweed clad shoulder my head rests against, I decide
that he or she will be.
I can't believe I'm going to have a baby, though. What did I
ever do to deserve this blessing?
Melissa and Buffy having children I can understand. They saved
the world more than once.
Willow saved it and eliminated all evil. What have I done?
Maybe this isn't just for me, though. It could
be for Rupert, and he does deserve this. I
know he's happy with this. He never said he wanted a child, but
I know him, and I know the
idea of having a child makes him ecstatic. He probably wants
a son, though, and I'm hoping
against hope for a daughter. This child is already worming its
way into my heart, and I just
found out a few minutes ago that I'm pregnant. I think that somewhere
in the backs of Buffy
and Melissa's minds, they thought this was possible for them.
It honestly never occurred to
me. I accustomed myself to the fact that I would never have a
child two hundred years ago
when Angel turned me into a vampire. Now, here I am, and that
little stick says I'm going to
have a baby. "A baby," I repeat to myself, watching Willow's
daughter open yet another
present. That girl is going to start feeling seriously deprived
when her aunts all have children
of their own to dote on. Although, I think we've all become too
attached to her to ignore her
very much.
I'm going to make a promise today. I will
raise my daughter, or son, to be the best person
she, or he, can possibly be. I know that this can't possibly
atone for two hundred years of
killing, but it's all that I can do. God has somehow seemed fit
to give me a child, and I am
going to make sure that child loves God as much as I did...before.
I hope that she isn't
psychic, though, although people seem to be much more tolerant these
days. Melissa seems
to be accepted well enough.
I am going to have a baby, a beautiful, wonderful,
little baby. I just have to keep repeating it
to myself, or else I'll start to believe that I just imagined it.
I didn't, though. It's true. Drusilla
Giles, former vampire, is going to be a mother. If my litte girl
(I just have a feeling she's a girl,
maybe I'll ask Melissa to check) is telepathic, she will never experience
what Melissa did.
This beautiful angel is already loved. I've even picked out a
name. I'm sure Rupert won't
mind since she'll be named after two of his favorite women anyway.
My daughter will be
named Willow Melissa Giles. The name Melissa was a given; I knew
that would be part of
my child's name the second I discovered I'm pregnant. She'll
be named after Willow for
several reasons. Willow is a good, strong, loyal, loving person
just as I want my daughter to
be. She also saved the world, so she deserves to have a child
named after her. And she
gave me the greatest gift I could ever imagine. Melissa was right,
there is no better present
than the one Willow gave me today. She gave me a miracle for
Christmas, and for that I will
be eternally grateful.
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