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Title: Something to Talk About pt XIV
Rating: PG/PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue...
Summary: Mistaking a not pregnant person for a pregnant person was always embarrassing for everyone.

Buffy Summers frowned as she watched her best friend shift on the other end of the couch. The redheaded witch seemed unable to get comfortable. And was it just her eyes playing tricks on her, or had Willow gained weight…? The witch and Faith had just returned from their honeymoon, so she hadn't seen her friend in a little while. She had suspicions, but, of course, she was hesitant to bring it up if she was wrong. Mistaking a not pregnant person for a pregnant person was always embarrassing for everyone. But the last time the witch had been pregnant she'd hidden it from them until she'd been showing.

They'd just finished a joint training session with her Slayers and the witches under Willow's guidance and they were both tired and a little sore. Teaching the two supernatural forces to work together was complicated. It had never seemed so complicated when it had just been the two of them working together and doing what they'd had to do to keep the Hellmouth under control. Of course, that was a long time ago and they had many more Slayers and witches to look after than just themselves.

Xander entered the living room and grinned at the two women. "You two looked pooped," he said, laughing. "How about I get you ladies something to drink?" he continued when they both sent him sharp glares. "Waters all around?"

Buffy's eyes went back to Willow as Xander passed them to get to the kitchen and she stretched her foot out to poke the witch on the knee. "Hey, so where's Faith? I figured she'd be all over you in teacher-mode," she said, teasing lightly.

Willow unconsciously smoothed a hand over her stomach as she shifted again, grimacing. "We didn't sleep great last night. My back hurts and I couldn't get still and I felt kind of queasy all night. She stayed home to try and catch a nap."

Buffy frowned, silently gathering her evidence. "Couldn't get comfortable? Kind of like how you can't get comfortable right now?" Xander returned with the drinks just then and handed them out. "Will, do you have something you want to tell us?"

Xander choked on his first sip of his water, eye going wide. "What?" he exclaimed at the same time that Willow did.

"You think I'm pregnant?" Willow continued, green eyes shooting rapidly between her two best friends. "I'm not pregnant!"

"Just checking!" Buffy said quickly. "You're all fidgety and you said you were queasy and when you were pregnant with Jack you got so sick at the beginning. And you, don't hit me for saying this, but you just look…different. I was just checking on you, Will."

Willow's eyes grew as the Slayer explained herself and she filled in a few more pieces of her own. "Oh shit," she whispered, gaze dropping to her stomach.

"You are," Xander gasped. "Buffy was right! Will, why didn't you tell us? We…"

Buffy took in her friend's stunned expression and waved one hand to silence Xander. "You didn't know?"

"I don't know," Willow said hoarsely, not lifting her face.

"But it's possible?" Buffy asked, moving closer to Willow on the couch cushion. Willow looked up at Buffy to nod, swallowing hard. "But Faith doesn't know it's a possibility?" The witch shook her head without speaking and the blonde pulled her into her arms. "It's okay, Will. It's going to be okay," Buffy murmured soothingly as Xander left his seat to take the space Willow had just vacated, providing a comforting bubble for the obviously distraught redhead.

"Faith loves you, Will. And she's crazy about Joy and Jack," Xander said, rubbing her back as Willow buried her face in Buffy's shoulder. "She's going to love your next kid too."

"There's nothing to worry about," Buffy chimed in. "We're not even sure that you are yet. Let's not jump the gun here." She sighed softly, meeting Xander's eye over their friend's head. "Do you want to tell Faith?"

"Not until I know for sure," Willow said softly. "If I'm not - if it's nothing I don't want to freak her out…"

Buffy nodded, leaning her head against the witch's hair. "Okay, well I guess we need to get you to the doctor for some blood tests, right? Or are you going to be satisfied with a trip to the drugstore?"

"Doctor," Willow answered.

"I'll make a call," Xander offered, standing up slowly. He was a pseudo-Watcher and this wouldn't be the first time he'd arranged a doctor's appointment for one of the girls. "Tell the office not to call Faith?" It was in each of their medical files for someone to be notified any time they were admitted to see a doctor. Faith was, of course, Willow's medical contact.

"Please," the witch requested, nodding against Buffy's shoulder. "Not until…"

"Got it," he reassured her quickly. "I'll be right back." He retreated with his phone to the far side of the room and spoke quietly.

His caution proved wise as Faith strolled in. There was an apple in one hand and she took a noisy bite as she waved. "Hey," she greeted them with her mouth full. Her expression froze at the sight of Willow uncurling herself from Buffy's arms. "Hey," she said again, but the tone had completely changed. "Are you still not feeling good, babe?" she questioned, dropping to her knees next to the couch. "Will…"

"I'm okay," Willow said, mustering a nervous smile. "I promise."

"Want me to take you home?" Faith asked, frowning. "You guys are done for today, right?" The way she said it made it clear it wasn't a question and she stared Buffy down.

"We're done," the blonde Slayer agreed, lifting an eyebrow at her counterpart. "Will?"

"I'm okay," the witch repeated, nodding. "Xander?"

"Tomorrow at ten?" he said.

"That'll be fine," Willow said, squeezing his hand gratefully. "Will you two…?"

"Wouldn't miss it," Buffy agreed.

Faith's frown was deeper. "What's tomorrow?" she asked suspiciously. "Willow…"

"Nothing for you to worry about," the witch answered smoothly, kissing her wife gently on the cheek. "We're going to the movies."

"Some chick flick with the girls," Buffy added in quickly to back up Willow's story.

Faith narrowed her eyes at Xander even as she wrinkled her nose at the idea of a chick flick with all of the young Slayers. "And you're going?" She took another crunching bite of her apple.

"I saw the first one," Xander said dryly.

Faith considered each of them and only the glimmer of something in Willow's eyes made her stop pushing. "Okay, fine. You guys have fun. Are you two coming to Joy's game tomorrow?"

"Wouldn't miss it," Buffy agreed again, nodding. "Feel better, Will. I'll pick you up in the morning."

The witch gave her a weak smile and let Faith pull her to her feet. The Slayer didn't question her as they crossed the street and walked down the block to their own house. "Are the kids…?"

"At Giles' place. Bed or couch?" Faith asked as they entered, patting Bones' head gently as the elderly dog shuffled to meet them.

"Couch," Willow chose, letting Faith escort her to the sofa. "I'm really okay," she offered. "I'm just…a little nauseous."

Faith took the seat next to her partner and pulled the redhead back against her chest. "You haven't been sleeping good since we got back. Do you think you could sleep? Or eat something? I'll get you whatever…"

"I'm okay," Willow repeated. "I think I'll just lay down." She waited for Faith to get up and leave her to rest, but the Slayer didn't move.

"I'm not going anywhere, Will," Faith said. "So just put your feet up and get comfy because I'm your pillow." Willow gave her a surprised look and the brunette smirked. "I'm not getting soft," she said, knowing what was going through her witch's mind. "There's a game on that I wanted to watch."

Willow rolled her eyes, seeing through that pretext, but not calling her partner on it. If Faith wanted to stay close, Willow wanted her close. "You're a good pillow," she said softly, toeing off her shoes and curling her legs up on the couch as she shifted down to pillow her head against Faith's leg. One hand was on the television remote, but the other slid down the comb absently through Willow's soft red hair as the witch let her eyes close. For the first time in two days, she was perfectly comfortable.

Faith maintained her not pushing through the rest of the day and even managed to coax Willow into a peaceful sleep at night by stroking her stomach lightly from behind her as they lay curled together. She knew there was something other than a movie going on in the morning, but she trusted Willow to tell her what she needed to know when she needed to know it. That didn't make it easier to sleep, though.

Buffy showed up promptly at nine-thirty with Xander and they waited while Willow made her excuses to Faith. "We'll meet you at the game, okay?" Willow said, two fingers hooked through the band of Faith's watch as she backed toward the door.

"Okay," Faith agreed simply. "Good luck." Willow's expression froze and the Slayer forced a smirk. "With the girls. At the movies. I don't envy you guys."

"Oh, right," Willow agreed. "You going to practice with Joy for the game?" Faith nodded and Willow stood on her toes to kiss her wife. "Be careful," she said softly against the Slayer's lips.

Faith nodded again. "You too." She dropped a soft kiss on the witch's temple and stepped back, nodding to Buffy and Xander.

The trio climbed into Buffy's car, all silent. "You think she knows?" Xander finally broke the silence as they turned off their street.

"She knows we're not going to the movies," Willow said, watching her fingers play idly in her hands. "But she didn't push at all."

"That's not very Faith-like," Buffy observed, glancing sideways at Willow on the other side of the car.

"She knows that I'll tell her," Willow said, shrugging her shoulders to mask her own nerves. It wasn't that she thought Faith would leave if it turned out that they were having another child, but they'd just gotten married and hadn't discussed it and a sudden pregnancy would be shocking for both of them. She wanted to know for sure before she brought the possibility up with Faith. "Whatever it is…"

"Do you want another kid?" Xander questioned from the backseat, one hand reaching up to cover the witch's shoulder.

Willow considered. They'd planned to have Jack, but his older sister Joy had come out of nowhere - a rescued victim on a routine patrol who'd snuck in and stolen their hearts. She tried to think of another baby at home, another son or daughter to fill out their lives. An image of another curly headed little girl who looked just like her sister and her mother floated through her mind and Willow glanced down at her flat stomach. "I think I could," she admitted. "It's not like I'm going to be heartbroken if it's not, but if it is, then I think I'm excited."

"That's great, Will," Xander said. "I'm happy for you." He'd learned his lesson about questioning Willow's pregnancy last time, especially around Faith. "Really. No matter what happens."

"Thank you, Xand, but we don't even know if it is a baby or not," Willow reminded him. "Have there been any food poisoning outbreaks lately?"

Buffy laughed, shaking her head. "Nope." She turned the car into a parking structure and they each glanced around reflexively in the sudden darkness. "Here we go," Buffy commented.

The waiting room was crowded and boring but the other two did their best to distract Willow while they waited. "Isn't there a, you know, magic way to check?" Xander asked after bringing back the least aged magazine he could find, lowering his voice as he spoke. "I mean, it's a sort of impossible situation without, you know…" He was blushing and he adjusted his eye patch nervously.

Willow blinked, realizing suddenly that he was right. "Yes," she whispered. "But I still want the blood test." She glanced down at herself. "I can check the other way at home."

"Today?" Buffy asked eagerly. "I want to know!"

"You're not the only one," Willow commented. A smile cracked on her face. "And I'm telling Faith first either way," she said, poking her friend in the side.

"But you're not going to hide it from us for three months again, are you?" Buffy asked, pouting. "Because I'm not above beating Faith up for information."

Willow rolled her eyes and shook her head with a laugh. "No, I'll tell you, but Faith needs to know first. If it's a baby, it's hers and we'll have to figure out what the hell we're doing."

Buffy scoffed, waving that off. "You two are great parents, Will. Another baby is nothing you guys can't handle."

"Another baby that she doesn't know is coming is a bit shocking, Buffy," Willow reminded her.

"You don't think Faith is going to do something stupid, do you?" Buffy asked, frowning. "Because I know I said I was off her case when you guys got engaged, and you're married now, but I will kick her ass so fast, Will…"

"No," Willow cut her off and put a calming hand on her best friend's wrist. "I don't think she'll do anything." She stopped herself with a groan, dropping her head against Buffy's shoulder as Xander curled an arm around them both. "I'm freaking myself out," the witch said quietly. "I just need to calm down…" Her fingers were idly and unconsciously playing with her wedding rings on her finger while she waited.

The door opened and the nurse called out her name and her effort to stay calm was completely wasted. Drawing the blood took only a few seconds and they promised to get back to her with the results. However, it was a Saturday, so the lab wouldn't be able to call until Monday. It set her teeth on edge to not know for sure for another two days, but she resolved not to hint about her suspicions to Faith until she knew for sure.

Thinking it and actually doing so were two entirely separate things, though. As soon as they arrived at the gym where Joy's little league basketball team was playing, the first glimpse she caught of Faith made her want to throw herself into her partner's arms and confess everything. She shook her head as she walked, Buffy and Xander backing her. There was nothing to tell yet. There was no reason to freak anyone out.

The tiny needle prick on the inside of her elbow was covered by her shirt sleeve, but she still kept Faith on her right side as she greeted her with a hug. "Hey, Coach."

"Will, hey," Faith said, giving her a grin. "How was the movie?"

"Oh, come on. You know we weren't at the movies," Willow said, shaking her head.

Faith shrugged, pushing her hair back with both hands. "You going to tell me what's up?"

"Not yet," Willow answered, shaking her head. "Is that okay?"

"As long as you're okay," Faith stated, forcing herself to be calm. Willow didn't need her freaking out, no matter what was going on. "You're okay, right?"

Willow nodded reassuringly. "I'm okay," she promised, smiling genuinely.

"Then I'll wait," Faith agreed. It wasn't in her nature to be so patient, but she trusted Willow completely. Whatever was going on, the redhead would tell her and she could only hope that she'd be able to do something to help. Pushing before Willow was ready to tell her would only get them butting heads.

"How's Joy looking today?" Willow asked, leaning into Faith's side as she turned to watch the little girls practicing on the court.

"She's a champ," Faith said proudly. "Are you going to be able to stay for the whole game?"

Willow nodded, smiling. "All the way through the pizza dinner after," she promised. She stole another hug and stepped back. "I'll let you go be coach-y. Good luck, Joy," she called, raising her voice. Their daughter just gave her a wave, diligently focused on her lay-up practice.

Buffy and Xander, with Giles and Jack, formed the rest of the Lehane family cheering section, and they were louder than their numbers, all of them cheering enthusiastically. Even Jack got into it, the toddler yelling anytime Buffy did and mimicking his aunt's every move and expression. By halftime, Joy's team was ahead by four baskets and Willow watched Faith crouch to talk to the kids, smiling to herself. Buffy nudged her friend with an elbow, smiling knowingly herself. "She's a good mom."

Willow's hand slid over her stomach and she nodded, biting her lip. "She's a great mom."

"You both are," Buffy said fondly, tousling Jack's unruly curls where he was standing beside her on the bleacher.

"Aunt Buffy!" he yelped, swatting her hands away from his head. "The game!" His focus was adorable and Willow and Buffy laughed helplessly.

"Don't hit your aunt," Willow reminded him, reaching around Buffy to squeeze her son's elbow. The referee blew the whistle to start the second half and they stood up to cheer as Joy's team ran to their positions. Joy took the jump ball and passed it off to a teammate.

As the game went on Willow started to notice the smell of the gym, the distinct scent of plastic and sweat and cleaning solution. It was a familiar scent but it had never turned her stomach before, though. Buffy noticed her friend's stillness and leaned over to meet her eyes. "You look like you're going to be sick," she whispered. "Everything okay?"

"It's the smell," Willow answered, keeping her voice down as she struggled not to throw up.

Buffy curled an arm through Willow's immediately, pulling her up from her seat. "Let's get you out of here," she said, helping the witch down the steps of the bleachers. Xander slid over into the space vacated by the women so Jack wouldn't make a fuss.

Outside, Willow leaned over her knees and took deep breaths. "I don't know what happened," she gasped. "I was fine and then it was just overwhelming. And gross. It reeks in there!"

Buffy rubbed her back soothingly, not sure what to say. "Is it better out here?"

"Yeah, it's better," Willow said, straightening up slowly. "I'm not going to be sick."

"Can you handle watching the rest of the game? There's only a few minutes left," Buffy said, one hand still on her shoulder. "We can stand by the door in case you need to bolt again."

Willow nodded, visibly steadying herself. "Buffy, I think I'm pregnant," she said softly.

"The sensitive smelling thing is a pregnancy thing?" Buffy guessed, smiling. Willow nodded and the Slayer grinned. "Are you going to tell Faith now or wait until you know for sure?"

"She should know, shouldn't she?" Willow asked hypothetically. They heard the crowd cheer in the gym and she shook her head. "Later. I'll talk to her later. It's Joy's game day. Let's go watch the rest."

Faith noticed when Willow and Buffy reentered but there was no time to figure it out as they reached the last two minutes of the game. They still had a lead, but it was small and she wanted to keep her eyes on the game. Quick dribbling and sharp passes kept their lead and the final buzzer rang with Joy's team as the victors. The team rushed back to Faith and she slapped a few hands before she whistled for them to line up and shake hands with the other team.

Willow's smile grew as she watched Faith sling an arm around their daughter's shoulders as the other kids started to disperse and she crossed the court toward them while Xander and Giles climbed down the stairs with Jack. "Did you see, Mom? We won!"

"You did so good, baby girl!" Willow said, hugging her tightly. "I'm so proud of you!"

"Can we have pizza for dinner?"

"Don't we always have pizza after a game?" Faith teased, her arms crossed over her chest. "You go get changed and we'll meet you out in front, okay?"

"Yep!" Joy ran off with a cheer, throwing both arms up in the air to high five Xander and Buffy as she ran.

Her elders laughed and Buffy turned to lead them out of the gym. "Dawn said sorry she missed the game by she'll meet us for pizza," she said, tucking her phone in her pocket.

"Great," Willow said, pinching the Slayer's leather jacket and pulling Faith's arm around her shoulder as she slipped her own around the brunette's waist. "Hey you," she whispered giddily, hugging her closer.

"Hey," Faith said slowly, not sure what to make of Willow's mysterious errand and subsequent mood change. "Everything okay? I saw you and B come back in."

"Everything is perfect, Faith," Willow answered, squeezing her again.

"Okay," Faith agreed, laughing hesitantly. "If you say so."

Willow abruptly pulled them to a halt and turned herself into Faith's arms as she kissed her deeply, not caring that they were in the middle of a mostly empty basketball court. The Slayer responded immediately, reacting instinctively to Willow's kiss and sliding both arms around the witch's waist. Willow's fingers combed through her hair and the witch was breathing hard as they separated. "Whoa," she breathed quietly, able to feel Buffy's grin without turning to see it.

"You got that right," Faith agreed, blinking. "What was that about, babe?"

"We won. Yay," Willow said unconvincingly, but with a grin on her face. "Come on," she said, stepping back and taking Faith's hand. "I'm starving."

"Okay," Faith said, voice slow but amused. "Let's go."

Buffy smirked at her friends as the witch turned to face the others and they exited the gym just as Joy jogged to the car. "What took you so long?" she asked curiously.

"Your parents were kissing," Buffy said, exaggeratedly wrinkling her nose and shaking her head as she slung an arm around her niece. "Trying to ruin pizza dinner."

"Nothing ruins pizza dinner!" Joy objected, rolling her eyes.

"Thank you, sweetie," Willow said smugly, sticking her tongue out at her best friend. "Nothing ruins pizza dinner, Buffy!"

There were a few of Joy's teammates and their families at the pizza place, and the girls insisted that they sit near each other. The adults decided it would be simpler to let the kids sit at their own table while they took a longer table close by. A few of the moms commented on how cute Jack was, the little boy goofing off under the attention. Willow caught herself hoping that she was pregnant suddenly, wanting another baby with a flash of sharp desire. She still wasn't sure how Faith would react, though. And all of a sudden she couldn't wait to find out.

The Slayer was chatting with one of the dads about some pro basketball game they'd both watched when Willow squeezed her knee, Faith looking down at the freckled hand on her leg before she looked at Willow herself. "What's up, babe?"

"I need to talk to you," Willow said softly, leaning over to kiss Faith's cheek.

"Right now?" Faith asked, frowning lightly. Willow just nodded and Faith swallowed hard. "Okay. Outside?"

Willow stood up, the move catching Buffy's eye and the blonde Slayer nodded toward the kids with a smile. The redhead mouthed her thanks and took Faith's hand to pull her along. The sun was just setting and there was a small chill in the air, sending a shiver down Willow's spine.

"You cold, babe?" Faith asked, immediately shrugging out of her leather jacket and dropping it over her partner's shoulders. "What's up? You finally going to tell me what's been going on?"

Willow nodded, curling the jacket up closer around her neck. "You've been so patient, Faith. I know it has to be driving you crazy," she acknowledged. "And I don't know anything for sure yet, so I was going to wait to say anything, but… I just can't…"

"Is everything okay? You're not sick or anything, are you?" Faith questioned anxiously, unconsciously pacing.

"No, Faith, sweetie, I'm fine, I swear," Willow said quickly.

"Is it bad?" Faith was biting her lip as she kept walking. "Will, I can take it. Whatever it is…"

Willow held her breath for a moment, closing her eyes as she blurted it out, "I'm pregnant." There was a long pause and she couldn't hear Faith's pacing anymore. "Well, I might be. I don't know for sure, but all the signs seem to indicate…"

"Pregnant?" Faith interjected, her voice hoarse and low. "You're…pregnant? Oh my God…"

"Might be pregnant," Willow repeated without opening her eyes. "Faith, what are you thinking here?"

Faith looked up at her from her spot leaning against the brick wall of the pizzeria. Willow was frozen, arms wrapped around herself inside Faith's jacket. "Babe, Will, look at me," she said, pushing herself up off the wall and hurriedly pulling the witch into her arms. She waited for the green eyes to open before she spoke again. "Willow, no matter what, I'm right here and I'm crazy about you and holy shit another kid…"

"You're rambling like I do," Willow commented with a laugh, one hand coming up to play restlessly with the collar of Faith's shirt. "Are you okay with this? I mean, I know Jack's only one, and we just got married, and we hadn't talked about having another kid, but Jack's…"

"Jack's perfect," Faith said. "And Joy's just as… Oh God, we've got to tell them…"

"We don't have to tell them anything yet, Faith," Willow reassured her, hand slipping up over the Slayer's neck and her fingers trailing over her lover's face. "We don't know anything yet."

"When? When will we know?" Faith questioned breathlessly.

Willow laughed, relieved, and she hugged her Slayer tightly. "Monday."

"Jeez, that's forever! There's no faster way?" Faith demanded impatiently.

"Does that mean you're excited? Or okay with this? I'll take okay with this," Willow said, her voice quick and with an edge of anxiety. "Faith…"

"Babe, of course I'm okay with this!" Faith cut her off. "It's you and me and another kid." Her eyes closed for a moment and she took a deep breath. "We can do this. Another one. Three kids. Oh shit."

"That's what you always say," Willow said, leaning her head against Faith's chest. "It kind of makes me feel better. I'm going to take that as a good sign. 'Oh shit' is better than 'how could this happen' or 'I'm out of here.'"

"Shut up," Faith interrupted her again. "I'm not ever going to say that," she promised earnestly. "Will, maybe it happened, maybe it didn't, but I'm not ever out of here. I'm not trying to get out of here." She rested her head against Willow's as it was buried in her chest. "I'm glad you told me. Finally."

"I didn't even realize what was happening. Buffy noticed my being all twitchy yesterday and she thought we were trying to hide it again," Willow said. "But it fits. I've been nauseous for days, my back hurts, I can't get comfortable, my sense of smell is all sensitive, and I'm late. I just didn't even think that it might be a baby until she said something yesterday."

"You were at the doctor this morning?" Faith checked.

Willow nodded. "Blood test results will be back on Monday. And Xander reminded me that I can check magically too, if you want me to."

"Do both?" Faith requested, voice hoarse. "I don't know if I'm going to be able to concentrate on anything else now."

"I know! It's been driving me crazy since Buffy mentioned it."

Faith leaned back to look down at her. "But you want it, right? Another kid…with me?"

Willow nodded against her, pressing a kiss over the v-neck of Faith's t-shirt. "Yes, Faith. I'm certainly not having children with anyone else."

"No way," the Slayer growled protectively, pulling the witch in tighter against her.

Willow sighed happily and melted against her wife. "Have I ever told you how hot you being all growl-y is? Because it is."

Faith grinned proudly and with not just a little bit of smugness. "I think I've heard you mention it once or twice. Glad it still works for you."

"Don't be mad if I tell you that I'm actually really relieved," Willow confessed. "I wasn't sure how you would take the idea of having another kid."

Faith considered, shrugging her shoulders. "I know we never really talked about having more, and even when we decided to have Jack it was kind of sudden, but however many kids you want, I'm there. If you want to adopt more, or have more, or whatever you want, okay?"

Willow leaned back to look up at the Slayer, smiling peacefully. "Thank you, Faith." She shivered again and suddenly realized that the sun had completely sunk behind the horizon. "I bet our pizza's cold," she commented.

"Wait, pregnant chicks can eat pizza, right?" Faith asked as it occurred to her. "Do we need to get you something else?"

"I'm only possibly a pregnant chick," Willow reminded her with a smile. "And even if I am, I can still eat pizza."

Faith nodded, shuffling her feet. "Sorry, you know how I was when you were knocked up with Jack," she apologized. "I'll cool it until we know for sure, at least."

"I know it's just because you care," Willow said, lifting onto her toes to kiss her softly. "It's hot too."

Faith blinked, grinning. "That's why you kissed me like that at the gym!" she realized, squeezing Willow's sides. "And why Buffy's been grinning like that all day! And you were going to wait until Monday? I'd have been freaking out by then!"

"I know, I'm sorry!" Willow said, sliding both arms around Faith's neck and kissing her again. "I didn't mean to make you freak out, I just didn't want to say anything if it turned out to be nothing."

"But B acting like that and you being all jumpy, I'd have figured you two were running around behind my back or something insane!" Faith protested, rolling her eyes. "Me and B definitely would have been fighting by tomorrow for sure if I didn't know!"

"Me and Buffy? Come on, Faith! As much as I do love Buffy, you're my Slayer," Willow laughed. "But she is watching our kids, so we should probably get back inside and see which one's on the ceiling."

Faith snagged her hand before they made it to the doors, the Slayer shifting Willow to the side with both hands on her hips and spinning her to plant the witch against the brick with her own body as she stole a deep, slow, passionate kiss. Willow whimpered as Faith's chest pushed against hers, the brunette's kiss keeping her in place as solidly as though Faith's hands had more than a light grip on the redhead's hips. "Will," Faith breathed into the kiss, capturing her lips again hungrily. "If you're not…we should keep trying," she said, the words broken up by her insatiable need to keep kissing her witch. "I want to get you pregnant."

Willow groaned at that, feeling her heartbeat pounding through her head. "Oh God," she managed to respond, fingers threading through Faith's hair as the Slayer's kisses shifted to her neck. "Faith." There was no response but the swipe of a hot tongue across her pounding pulse. "We can," she agreed breathlessly, struggling to keep her eyes open under Faith's passion-filled attention. "Just not here!" she gasped pleadingly, sure that she wouldn't be able to resist much longer. Faith backed off slowly, both breathing hard. Willow held her partner close, not sure she'd be able to stay standing without Faith's strength pressing her against the wall. "You're too good at that," she said, trying to catch her breath.

"What?" Faith asked, her own voice punctuated by gasps.

"Making me completely forget where we are," Willow said, combing her fingers through brown waves. "Making me want to let you do anything you want."

"That doesn't sound too bad," Faith said, undeniably smug, and she stole another brief kiss until Willow pushed her back and held her at arm's length.

"Stop that! We're not going to get caught in the backseat by Buffy!" Willow protested. "You know that's what would happen too!"

Faith nodded, both hands reaching up to steady Willow as she noticed the witch's trembling elbows. "Fine, we won't screw in the car, but you need to do that magic test, whatever, when we get home, okay? I can't stand not knowing."

"Okay," Willow agreed, giggling. "We weren't really just making out against the side of a building, were we? We've got kids!"

Faith shrugged, smirking. "That doesn't seem to stop us," she said. "I can't help it that you're hot. And you maybe carrying my baby doesn't make keeping my hands off any easier." She took a deep breath. "I've got it under control now, though," she promised. "Come on, let's get you inside." She held one arm out to coax her, sighing when the redhead slid into place beneath her arm.

"Thanks for the jacket," Willow whispered as they entered the restaurant and she started to slip it off.

"It looks good on you," Faith answered, holding it on her back. Leaning in as they reached the dining room, she whispered, "It'll look great on the floor later."

Willow shivered helplessly as Faith held the chair for her, the others at the table still chattering. Buffy gave the witch a knowing smirk from across the table. "Good talk?" she asked, genuinely concerned even as she rolled her eyes.

"You have no idea," Willow said under her breath, knowing that Buffy would hear her.

"That's enough," the blonde said quickly, lifting one hand to stop anything further. "Believe me, I've got the message!"

Faith smirked, draping one arm across the back of Willow's chair. "Better be glad she told me or I'd've been kicking your ass tomorrow," she said before diving right back into the sports conversation with the dads at the table.

Buffy frowned, confused. "Did I miss something?"

"You don't want to know," Willow said, rolling her eyes. "Believe me." She couldn't help the pleased smile from overwhelming her face, though. Jack clapped his hands at his mother and she gave him a giddy laugh. "Hey, baby boy! I love you so much!" she said, leaning over to kiss the top of his head.

"Mommy!" he yelped, pushing her off of him. "Stop!"

"I can't stop! I'm just crazy about you, Jackie-boy!" She was overwhelmed with a rush of affection and love for her family, unable to help herself. She settled for a long squeeze around his chest before she let him push her off. Faith's hand rubbed her shoulder, but the Slayer was still caught up in talking basketball with the men. "Did you have fun at your sister's game?"

"Yeah! Joy!" he said, his toothy grin wide.

"She dribbled a lot, didn't she?" Willow agreed. "And she shot too, didn't she, bub?"

"Yeah! Joy!" Jack declared again. The little boy idolized his older sister and made no secret of it. It embarrassed Joy's mature ten year old sensibilities sometimes, but everyone else in their Scooby family found it adorable.

Faith's thumb rolled over the top of her shoulder, the move completely unconscious on the Slayer's part, but that didn't diminish Willow's reaction to the touch. The redhead leaned toward her wife unconsciously, her eyelids fluttering as she sucked in a sharp breath. Buffy laughed into her soda and the witch recognized what she was doing, narrowing her eyes at her best friend. "Not saying anything," Buffy denied, kicking Willow's leg lightly under the table. "You've got it bad, girl."

"That's not bad for almost sixteen years worth of relationship," Willow answered, matching her friend's smile with her own.

"And with Faith," Buffy teased, unable to resist.

"Hey," Willow protested. "Even you can't deny she's hot! I saw how you two were in high school! Everyone did!"

"I sure did!" Xander chimed in before stuffing his mouth with pizza and twisting to avoid Buffy's slug to the arm.

Willow grinned in victory and Buffy glared at them both. "Fine," the blonde said. "I'll admit she's hot, okay?" This didn't get the reaction she was expecting from the redhead, the witch narrowing her eyes in sudden annoyance. "What? I said she was hot!" Buffy said, confused.

"She's mine!" Willow stated flatly, one hand dropping possessively onto an oblivious Faith's knee. "Back off!"

"Willow!" Buffy chided her, the sharp tone getting Faith's attention.

"Hey, what's up?" the brunette questioned, looking between the two. "Will?"

The witch shook her head, grimacing. "Sorry, Buffy. I don't know…sorry."

"No problem, but are you okay?" There was a frown on the Slayer's face and she offered a hand across the table.

Willow took it, squeezing her friend's fingers lightly. "I'm not sure what that was. I know there's nothing going on with you and Faith."

"Wait, what?" Faith asked. "What's with the baby making each of us think the other one is doing something with B?"

"What?" Buffy asked, blinking at the couple with wide eyes. "No. Just no!" She shook her head rapidly. "Those hormones are messing with your brains! Are we sure Faith isn't crazy with pregnancy too?"

"Not possible," Faith said with a grimace. "Right?" she checked with Willow, relieved when the witch nodded. "So the hormones might be messing with her." She pointed at the redhead with a grin.

"Hormones? What are you guys talking about?" Dawn chimed in, a gleeful grin already growing on her face. "Are we having a new addition to the family?"

"Nothing we know of unless you've got something you need to tell us," Buffy spoke up to deflect the attention from Willow and Faith. The younger Summers balked under a narrowed eyed glare from her sister and Buffy smirked. "I still got it."

"Yippee for you," Faith said dryly, checking her watch. "I think it's time we were getting home," she said, avoiding the term bedtime to keep Jack from protesting in the restaurant. Getting home proved how tired the little boy was, Faith lifting him, limp and unresisting, from his car seat. Joy insisted that she wasn't tired, but the way she slumped on the couch made it clear that it wouldn't take long before she was unconscious like her brother.

Faith put Jack down to bed and found Willow in the kitchen when she returned to the ground floor. "He's out," she said as she entered, taking the beer Willow offered. "Wait, you're not drinking, right?"

"No, Faith, I'm not drinking," Willow said, smiling over her shoulder as she focused on something she was mixing in the sink.

"So, what's that?" Faith wandered closer, nose wrinkling as she caught the smell. "Ugh, it smells nasty, babe! Can we crack a window?" Willow laughed and the Slayer leaned over her to shove the window behind the sink up. Willow didn't move as Faith dropped back onto flat feet and the Slayer rested one hand on her shoulder. "What's wrong?" she asked, noticing Willow's closed eyes and unsteady breathing. "Hey, you smell good. How do you do that when all this magic stuff stinks so bad?"

Willow stopped her words with a hand on her lips, the other hand gripping the edge of the sink tightly. "Faith, I know you're nervous, and it's really unbelievably cute, actually, but I need you to take a step back," Willow said slowly, the words uttered on deep breaths.

Faith blinked, stung. "What did I do?" she asked, stepping back obediently. "I can go…" she offered reluctantly as she backed away.

Willow grabbed her hands quickly, stopping her. "That's not what I meant. I'm a little…frustrated from earlier and you were up against my back and it's just a little…distracting."

"You're still hot for me," Faith realized. "Okay, I can deal with that." She gestured to the counter next to the sink. "If I sit there is it going to be distracting? I wanna watch whatever you're going to do. I get it if you want me to leave, though…"

"No, sit there, please," Willow requested, nerves starting to overwhelm her. A few more simple steps and she would know if she was carrying their baby.

Faith hopped silently onto the counter, her shoes thumping against the cabinet doors. Willow's hand reached over and rested on top of her knee and the Slayer took it without speaking. Whatever it says, I love you. Faith's thoughts were clear in her mind as she concentrated, and Willow broke a smile.

"I love you too," she whispered, dropping the last ingredient into the bowl in the sink. They both had to look away when the mixture started sparking and smoking.

"Was that it?" Faith questioned around coughs. "What does that mean?"

Willow waved the smoke away with her free hand, shaking her head. "Not done." She smiled nervously. "Want to help?"

Faith sat up straighter, nodding. "Sure. What do I gotta do?" Willow didn't answer, just took the hand she was holding and pulling it through the smoke to dip two fingers in the mixture she'd made. "Feels weird," Faith said, rolling the potion between fingers and thumb. "What do I do with it?" Still without speaking, Willow lifted the hem of her shirt and guided Faith's hand to her stomach. They both felt the spark and Willow's eyes slammed closed. Faith immediately tried to move her hand off, but Willow held her in place.

"Stay there," she whispered, brow furrowing in concentration. Faith watched silently, feeling the palm of her hand heat up against Willow's abdomen, but she forced herself not to move. The heat faded gradually and Willow was breathing hard as her eyes opened. "You can move it."

Faith's other hand stroked through red hair gently. "Are you okay?" she checked.

"We're about to find out," Willow said, leaning into Faith. "You look," she requested, hiding her face in her partner's neck.

"What am I looking for?" Faith asked, keeping her voice low.

Willow chuckled lightly. "You'll know."

Faith turned her hand over slowly and the gasp gave Willow her answer.

[part 15 here]
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