"I'm pregnant." Willow said. She didn't know whether or not to be happy or sad. Did this mean that there was still a chance for her and Oz. Could they really be happy together? She didn't know what to think.

"Your....what?" Samantha asked swallowing a heavy lump in her throat. Willow Rosenburg? One of her best friends...pregnant?

"I'm pregnant..." Willow said smiling even wider.

"Oh my god...Willow..are you okay?" Samantha asked. The shock was evident on her face.

"I think so. I just don't know what I'm going to do with Oz. How can I tell him. I don't even know if I should tell him. For all I know he could be dating someone else right now who can make him happy and he is just now starting to go to college and he doesn't need a kid in his life." Willow started in a panic.

"Well I'm sure..." Samantha started with another big lump in her throat.."that what ever you do...will work out for the best." Samantha said nodding her head. "It always was that way with you." Samantha finished offering her friend support.

"I hope so..." Willow started.

"Are you happy?" Samantha asked. Willow nodded her head slightly.

"I'm very happy. But I'm scared." Willow said. A tear leaking from her eyes and rolling down her cheek. Samantha grabbed her hand and squeezed.

"It will get better." Samantha assured her. Willow sniffled and leaned her head on Samantha's shoulder and wept.

**************************************************Back to Oz***

The ride to Las Angelous was practically hell. Everywhere he went he was reminded of Willow. Braum's icecream, the movie theatre, Radio Shack, the ocean, and..the carnival. They were packing up and leaving. Purple bags lay under his eyes and the spark that was once in his eyes was no longer there. All they were now were two green pools of solid tissue. The cabin looked just the same as it did when he was 15. The cabin lay on the base of an old extinct volcano and not 100 feet away was a beautiful lake. The sun was now setting so at his vantage point it looked as if there were two skys. He could see the mountains reflection in the water when he walked by and the many various colors of fish swimming under neath his private deck. The cabin was made out of light brown polished cabin wood, 2 storys high. Surrounding the cabin were large redwood trees. Some almost 500 feet long. He saw one tree in particular that he used to call fatty when he was 9 because the tree was so big. It would probably take over 20 of him to surround the entire tree...that is while there hands are linked and their arms are stretched. The inside was neatly accessorized with all sorts of furniture that his uncle once owned. The living room was huge. He had a wooden floor, 2 huge black leather couches that joined together and made two sides of a square, a black lazy boy chair, a huge TV, and a fire place made of a tan colored marble. The only part of the floor that was covered was between the couch and the Fire place which was made out of white synthetic fur, and the couch and the TV. The door to the left of the living room lead to a pool room. Oz opened the door and it was still the same as usual. On the door to the right of the living room was his mother's greenhouse. Just outside of the pool room but inside the living room was a spiral stair case that led to the second floor. The second floor consisted of 3 rooms and a bathroom. The middle room was the biggest and Oz always considered it to be his room considering how he always slept in it and he was the only one in the house now. The four post bed was huge. In one of the corners were a bunch of quilts and comforters for when it got cold during the winter. A bunch of his old posters hung on the walls. Some of Korn, Nirvana, Panterra, Limp Bizkit, Aerosmith, and the Rolling Stones, and the Goo-goo dolls. The room to the left was the guest room because it had a beautiful scene of the lake, and the room to the left was the storage room.

The bathroom floor was made out of the tan colored marble that the fire place was made of. Inside he had a sink, wooden cabinets, a bath tub, Shower, and a chikoozy.< I think thats how you spell it. You get the picture. Right? > The walls were made of wood as well. Again...downstairs was a bar where you could serve liquor and on the other side of the living room was a stage where he could fit his guitar on and play. In the basement was his father's old wine cellar. He walked down to the basement and sure enough the liquor was still there. That stuff would come in handy for the next few months. He remembered how his father used to keep it locked up and hidden so he wouldn't get into it but no such luck. He quickly grabbed 2 bottles of Tequesa and proceeded back up to the living room.

He quickly took a long hard swig of the first bottle of Tequesa. The very essence of it burned his nose and he winced inwardly. His eyes watered up as if he were chopping onions and he sniffed as the burning sensation was replaced with a mild discomfort. Before this place was a place to relax...now all it was to Oz was a place to hide. A place to hide from a town with one to many memories. Images of Willow filled his mind for the next hour. Good and bad. He would remember their last night together and how he kissed her and then he would remember that awful night. Just at the thought of that night made him drink more. By the end of the hour he had knocked down 3/4ths of the second bottle and in his case could be lethal. Considering how he wasn't very heavy so his system could only take so much.

Instead of doing the normal routine where he went to the bathroom and upchucked the contents of his stomach which of the now was liquor...he passed out. The remainder of the liquor slowly dripping onto his chest as he lay there on the floor totally plastered.

<<< Ok...yes I'm stupid..but once I did something like that and it took me forever to wake up. Have you ever been able to sleep for 26 hours? So understand when I say that he doens't wake up for another 18 hours...Kapiche? >>>

18 hours later.

Oz woke up with a seering headache. What the hell happened? He quickly sat up and then regretted his actions when he felt a large pop in his scull.

*What the....* Oz thought. He soon remembered why he was in this state of pain and silently cursed himself for he knew that it would be fatal for him to take any pain medicine. He soon had the courage to open his eyes and found the room to be blurry. He carefully staggered to his feet and held his hand out so he could feel the wall for support. His legs were weak which really bugged him because he was always used to feeling them. Just when he thought he was stable enough to walk over to the couch and lay down he let go of the wall. He saw something big and greyish in front of him and decided that that was the couch. Instead of the couch it turned out to be the fire place. Oz konked his head against the hard marble and staggered his way back over to the actual couch. If it had been 3 seconds later he would have passed out on the floor. One leg lay on the couch and the other on the floor. His mouth was half open and his eyes were tightly closed.

*Dreaming*

Laughter could be heard all over the place. Oz stood up in the grassy meadow and held his arms out wide. In rushed a beautiful red head boy.

"Daddy...daddy." A little girl called from behind. She looked like she was maybe 3 or 4. She quickly embraced his right leg just as he was about to walk the opposite direction. Oz smiled slightly and let the little boy down and picked up the little girl.

"Well hello Kaci." Oz said picking up his daughter and kissing her lightly on the forehead. Both his children had red/blond hair. Kaci looked a lot like her mother, Oz thought. He smiled slightly as Kevin began tugging at his hand. He put Kaci down and ruffled their hair slightly.

"Oz!!!!" A distant voice hollered. Oz turned around and smiled radiantly at the beautiful young woman.

"Willow..." Oz said as she ran into his arms.

"I missed you."

"I'm glad you came back early." Oz said squeazing her tightly to his body. She pulled back slightly and looked up into his green-grey eyes. She smiled her angelic smile and leaned in slowly to capture his lips in a sweet kiss. They kissed eachother passionately devouring one anothers kisses as if they were the very oxygen one found necessary to live. One hand encircled her waiste and the other slid through her silky red hair. Neither one of the two realized that they had an audience comsuming of their two young children until a few moments later.

"Eeeeewwwwwww!!!!!" Kevin and Kaci said simultaneousley. "Thats disgusting." Kevin said with a smile on his face. Kaci nodded her head in agreement when the two young adults looked down to acknowledge their children. Willow smiled sweetly at the ones she loved so very much. She pecked Oz on the cheek one last time not once taking her eyes off of her children.

"Someday you two will understand." Willow said as she squatted down to make level eye contact. She lightly played with the shoulder length hair Kaci had and tucked it behind her ear.

"No way." Kevin said shaking his head. "All girls are disgusting. I ain't ever touching them."

"I'm disgusting?" Willow asked.

"Well....no..but you don't count because your my mommy." Kevin said blushing slightly.

Willow smiled at her young son. He was so young. He looked as if he were only 7 to Willow. She placed her hands on both his shoulders and lightly kissed his forehead. She ruffled his hair again and he winced.

"ah mom..." Kevin said scratching his head.

Willow giggled lightly. She stood back up and Oz encircled her waiste with both arms and placed his chin on her shoulder. He whispered lightly in her ear.

"I love you." Oz whispered smiling. Willow smiled back and leaned further into her husbands embrace.

"Ditto." Willow said. "Lets head back towards the house." Willow said tugging at his hand. Just as they were about to close the door behind them.....

*End Dream*

Oz woke up with a smile on his face. He touched his lips as his mind soon settled back into reality. He wanted to frown but he couldn't. The feeling of Willow's phantom kiss sent shivers through his entire body. They had children. They were together. Oz smiled at the thought. Than he frowned. It was only a dream. There was no Willow to wake up next to in his arms. Instead of living in peace he woke up to the terrible agony of life. He no longer lived a dream. Without Willow...he lived a nightmare.

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