*********Part 5**************

"Oz, wake up," Willow said, whispering. Oz stirred in his sleep, lightly tapping at the hands swimming accross his face.

"Raisins are in the washing machine," Oz said, rolling over.

"It's 12:30 in the afternoon," Willow whispered, somewhat in a panic.

"Raisins should be done now," Oz said grinning. Willow punched him in the shoulder, then pushed herself up on her knees. "That didn't feel good," Oz said, rolling over and smiling lazily at her.

"That's what you get when you don't wake up. Why did you let me sleep this late?" Willow asked in mock anger.

"Because you look cute when you're angry," Oz said smiling. Willow pounced at him, poking and prodding him with her nails until he sat up and grabbed her. Oz fell back and Willow landed on his chest with a soft thud.

"I'm also mean when I'm angry," Willow replied, biting his ear lobe. Oz opened his mouth in a silent scream when Willow bit down hard enough to leave a bruise.

"Ow!" Oz said in a sleepy voice. Willow pulled away and straddled his cotton covered chest.

"Don't ever let me do that again," Willow demanded. Oz nodded his head, then propped himself up on his elbows and pouted. Willow tried to stay angry, but the very sight of him so helpless and vulenerable and under her control was just utterly rediculous. She found herself grinning and straightening out his collar.

"Forgive me," Oz said, tugging at one of her hands and kissing her knuckles. Willow made a soft cooeing noise, then leaned forward and kissed his lips softly.

"Take a shower and I'll think about it," Willow replied, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek, then jumping off the bed and running towards the closet to pick out her new set of of clothes. Oz groaned out of disappointed, then maneuvered his legs over the bed and onto the soft plush carpet.

"Come back here," Oz said sleepy. Willow looked at him out of the corner of her eye, then smiled and proceeded to dig through her closet some more.

"You better hurry up. I got the shower running for you already. You don't want to waiste the hot water, do you?" Willow hollered. Oz grumbled tiredly, then whiped his eyes and stood up on shaky legs and made his way towards the shower in her bathroom. About two minutes into the shower, Kevin hopped into his mothers room with a mischevious smile playing at his lips.

"Hey mommy," Kevin said, skipping towards his mothers bed and jumping on it.

"Hey Kevin. You hungry?" Willow asked, ducking back into the closet for a pair of her sneakers.

"Yes," Kevin said in a sly voice. He moved over towards a closed door next to her bed and opened it. He licked his lips, then found a knob that he knew his mother used to turn down the water temerature, and turned it down until it was set on 54 degrees. He giggled to himself, then shut the door quickly and locked it, then jumped back onto the bed. He heard the shower turn off admediately and he snickered, ducking his head into a pillow so he could hide his huge smile. Willow heard him giggling from afar, and her lips turned up in a coy smile. What was her son up too? Oz opened the bathroom door with a large towel wrapped around his waiste.

"Uh..Willow? I think your pilot light went out," Oz said in shock. The water had suddenly dropped about 40 degrees, sending his body into tremors. Willow looked at him, then looked at Kevin wiggling and giggling all over the place under her covers. She gestured her head towards Kevin, then smiled and waved him off. She walked over to the same door next to her bed, opened it and set the water gage back to 95 degrees.

"Just wait a minute Oz, it'll be set up in a second," Willow said smiling widely. She kneeled on the bed, careful to not distract her son from hiding, then grabbed at the bundle of blankets and skin and proceeded to jab at his ribs, making the bundle of cloth giggle and sprout a new set of legs. Willow tugged at it and picked it up from off the bed. "Oz..uh..this blanket here is kind of scaring me. I think I'm gonna go put it in the washing machine..get rid of a few pests," Willow said winking at him. Oz smiled and scratched his head, then turned back around and headed back into the shower, taking special care to check the water before stepping in.

"Mommy, no!" Kevin screamed. It came out muffled however because of the blanket.

"Kevin!!! Honey where are you? I need you're help. This blanket is awfully heavy," Willow hollered.

"Mommy!" Kevin hollered again. He kicked his legs out, then some how managed to worm his way out of the covers and land on the ground. Willow stumbled over him, then dropped the blankets on top of his forehead.

"Oh, there you are. Where did you run off to?" Willow asked, doing her best to keep her features neutral.

"I was under your blankets and you picked me up," Kevin said giggling.

"Well why were you under my blankets?"

"Because..they..they were warm and fluffy, and pretty," Kevin replied.

"Uh huh...did you happen to turn the shower water down very low?" Willow asked. She let a hint of a smile creep at her lips. Kevin took one look at her and felt compelled to smile back. He grinned wildly, then shook his head no. "No?" Willow asked in a coaxing voice. Kevin shook his head no, even though he meant to say yes, then opened his eyes wide when he realized his mistake. He shook his head yes, then stilled, furrowing his brow. "You did, didn't you?" Willow said knowingly. Kevin made a face that was a mix between a smile and frustration. A face that McCauley Culken would make in one of his Home Alone movies. "My lips are sealed," Willow replied, rubbing her nose against his. "What do you want to do today?" Willow asked, excitedly.

"Can we go to the park for a little while?" Kevin asked politely. Willow smiled her motherly smile. A smile he had longed for the past month.

"Go get you're sneakers on..and you might want to change too. It's really warm outside," Willow said, pitching a red shirt and some knee long denom jeans towards her son.

"Okay," Kevin hollered.

"Where are we going?" Oz asked, poking his head out the door.

"The park," Willow replied, bouncing into his arms.

"He did something to that water heater didn't he," Oz said knowingly. Willow made a face then waved it away.

"No comment. I promised him I wouldn't say anything..he was just joking around," Willow replied, standing on her tip toes and kissing him on the nose.

"I won't say anything," Oz assured her. He kissed her temple, then wrapped his arms around her waiste and buried his nose into her neck. "I took a shower," Oz said in a mischevious tone.

"Well I hate to bruise your ego and all but you're going to have to wait until tonight lover cause we're leaving in 30 minutes," Willow replied, unraveling herself from his embrace.

"I only need 15," Oz said, groaning. His arms circled her waiste languidly while he rested his chin on her shoulder, which Willow assumed was his own way of begging.

"Trust me, it will be worth the wait."

*************One hour Later. Terrance Park************

"He likes the swings," Oz observed, resting on a nearby bench with his arm wrapped around Willow's shoulders, holding her against his chest.

"It's the closest thing to flying," Willow replied, looking at her son swinging with a peaceful smile playing at her lips. "He's always wanted to fly."

"Maybe I could set up a tire swing at the cabin if you still want me to take him with me when I go back to LA," Oz suggested. Willow nodded her head into his chest, then sighed in content as she breathed in the warm humid air. The wind was blowing from all directions, giving the day a sentimental meaning. It was not a day to be forgotten. There was something in her that just lulled serenity. Everything was a bit hazy, giving the air she breathed an entirely new purpose. She couldn't understand what was playing with her. She remembered the feeling, yet it seemed so foreign. It seemed so much more relaxing with Oz around. She missed the feeling. "You okay?" Oz asked, breaking her train of thought.

"Yeah..I was just sort of thinking," Willow replied, yawning.

"About?" Oz asked in a coaxing voice. His eyebrows arched in concern, and he held her closer as he kissed her temple.

"I don't know. Something just feels different. It's kind of nice," Willow replied.

"Is it because I'm here?" Oz asked, smiling. He loved hearing her thoughts. He remembered back to five years ago when he would wake up in the middle of the night, listening to her muttering incoherent obscenities about gardens and computers and homework in her sleep. He often felt that he was stealing from her personal life. He had always felt that a person was entitled to their own thoughts. Willow had often portrayed them when she went to sleep. Her answer stunned him.

"No, not quite. I like having you here. It's great...wonderful. It's just..I don't know it's just this feeling I've got right now. It's something inside of me..I can't figure it out. I just woke up this way," Willow replied, scratching his chest. Oz looked at her worriedly. Then nudged her to sit up and look at him.

"Do you think you're sick or something?" Oz asked. Willow shook her head no.

"I'm not sick. It's just that..I don't know. I remember I used to have this feeling. I just can't remember when I had it," Willow murmured. "It's a really nice feeling."

"Then why do you look so worried?" Oz asked, holding her head to his shoulder.

"It's just foreign I guess. Well.....nevermind I'm sure it's nothing," Willow replied, shaking it off with a nodd of her head.

"Well let me know if it comes back," Oz said, brushing his fingers through her straight red hair. Willow curled her legs up onto the bench and leaned more heavily into Oz's chest. Her arms circled his waiste and she rested her head over the soft thud in his chest.

"Mommy, mommy, look at me!" Kevin screamed, breaking the peaceful silence between the two. Willow's eyes widened in motherly concern.

"Kevin, be careful," Willow hollered, sitting up straight. He was swinging over the bar and the swing was more then twice his size.

"Mommy, watch me. I'm going to jump and land on my feet," Kevin yelled in glee. Willow stood up and rushed over to him.

"Kevin, don't do that, okay? I don't want to see you get hurt," Willow pleaded, freightened.

"But Mom," Kevin said in disappointment. He never called her 'Mom' unless he was upset with her. Willow rolled her eyes in exasperation. Now he was going to be angry with her for the next six hours and he was probably going to take it out on Oz. Knowing Kevin and all.

"Oh come on Kevin, you remember what it felt like when you dislocated your shoulder," Oz said, coming up from behind Willow and circling her waiste with his comforting arms, cunning her to lean against his chest. She obliged, but stood rigid when she noticed that Kevin was still swinging all high and mighty.

"Yeah. So," Kevin said in a high pitched voice.

"Just imagine going through that pain when you land. Sometimes it feels even worse. What if you fall wrong, or for some reason your ankle just can't take the pressure. Do you want to feel that pain again? You didn't like it very much did you?" Oz asked, doing his best to convince his son that Willow was the sensible one.

"No," Kevin said, skidding his feet across the gravel so he could come to a stop. Willow sighed and relaxed when she noticed her son come to a stop. Oz noticed this admediately and he blew wind on her shoulders to help her calm down a bit more. The last thing she needed was to be worried. That feeling she was getting was probably some unknown form of stress and by the way she was describing it...well he didn't know what to make of it but until he did, he didn't want her to do any of the worrying.

"You want to get some icecream?" Oz asked, excitedly. Kevin looked at him, baffled at his father's behavior, then nodded his head. Willow closed her eyes, somewhat blushing when she heard Oz's relaxing tone. What was wrong with her. She woke up in a very good mood. She felt good, hell she felt wonderful but something was just off...it worried her beyond belief. She just couldn't figure it out. Oz nodded his head towards the sidewalk. He broke away from Willow and knelt down, gesturing for Kevin to climb on his back. Kevin looked at him, confusion evident in his features, but stepped forward and climbed on his father's shoulders. "You ever had a piggy back ride?" Oz asked, balancing himself and standing up from his crouched position.

"No," Kevin replied, bracing his hands on Oz's head. Oz wrapped his arm around Willow's waiste again, and gestured for her to fall into step with him as they made their way to the Braum's ice cream store half a mile away.

********9 pm.*********

"Can I have some more icecream?" Kevin asked, from the living room couch. They were all watching Die Hard II. Well Kevin was watching it while both Willow and Oz were nodding off.

"Sure," Oz replied, unraveling his body from Willow's and standing up, walking towards the kitchen. Kevin followed him in stride, then wrinkled his forehead when he noticed the way his father walked. Every step his father took was about three times larger then the ones he made every day. That afternoon in the park, he found him self trotting just to keep up with him. Not necessarily jogging but to fast to be fast walking. "What kind do you want? Mint Chocolate Chip, or Rocky Road?" Oz asked, squinting into the bright light the freezer had eminated from it's small corner.

"Rocky Road," Kevin replied, holding up his bowl for Oz to fill.

"You have excellent taste. I think it runs in the family," Oz said, handing his son the bowl of ice cream.

"Doesn't everything else these days?" Kevin asked, doing his best to sound as intellegent as his father. Oz shrugged, then nodded his head towards the living room, silently pleading Kevin to walk back in with him. Kevin followed him, then sat back on the couch. Oz sat next to him, keeping at least six inches of distance between the two, then grabbed at Willow's arm, taking care not to jolt her while she nodded off here and there. He pulled her into his embrace, then ruffled with his son's hair when they both saw an explosion on TV. "What is it like to be an actor?" Kevin asked curiously.

"Uh..I don't know. I'm not exactly an actor. A celebrity yes, but an actor? I have no clue," Oz replied.

"Well what is it like to be a celebrity?" Kevin asked, persuing a conversation. His mother wasn't awake to keep the conversation from getting akward so he was depending on his instincts to take over.

"It's really scary. I thought SunnyDale was bad but...the camera men, the reporters..you'd think it was a good thing but once you've been exposed and accepted by the public, you never have any privacy. I was okay with it, when you're mother and I were apart but now...I don't particularly like it. As of late, they've been more interested in you and you're mother then they are with me, which worries me, a lot. They can pick on me all they want but if they try to involve you and your mother...I'll probably have a breakdown if it continues," Oz replied.

"Was it like the time when we were at Shoney's?" Kevin asked curiously. He didn't like that memory at all.

"Sometime's it's worse. I'm seriously thinking about calling Gabe if they come near us again."

"Who is Gabe?" Kevin inquired.

"He's my body guard. Well some times he is. Only when I feel it's necessary. Jesse pay's him a lot to keep me safe. The next time I see a camera though, I'm calling him up. You'll like him. He looks like Xander, only Gabe actually has muscles."

"I've never seen Xander, but Mommy talks about him all the time," Kevin replied. Oz widened his eyes in surprise.

"You haven't met the Xand man? Wooh, you've been left in the dark. No one lives until they've met the Xand man. You'll have to meet him when you come with me to LA....if that's okay with you, that is," Oz suggested.

"Is Mommy coming with us?" Kevin asked.

"Uh..no. I'd like her to come, but she's got to work," Oz replied, shrugging his head.

"That's okay. Can we go fishing?" Kevin asked anxiously. He'd only been fishing once, and that was with Aunt Buffy.

"I live next to a lake. Of course you can go fishing. I'll show you how to cast and everything. I have to admit that you're mother casts better then I do, however it's worth the try. Plus, I can probably introduce you to a bunch of the big guys. Like...Mike Meyers?" Oz suggested. Kevin's eyes widened, his eyes seeing spots at the very thought of meeting his life time idol.

"You know Mike Meyers?" Kevin asked incredulously.

"Do I know him? Do I know him? We're practically buds. He loves kids...plus he can show you the filming behind the scenes of his next Austin Powers movie. I get to play the stunt devil for Scott Evil." Oz said, proudly. Kevin looked at him as if he were a statue of worship.

"You work on the set of Austin Powers?" Kevin's mouth hung open at the mere thought of it.

"Well not much. Seth Green does most of the work. I just do the dirty work, and run the risk of getting myself beat up. Remember that scene in his last movie where Mini Me pushes that button on the table and Scott gets dumped into that fire pit? I had to stand in," Oz replied.

"Cool," Kevin said excitedly. "When are we going?" Kevin asked anxiously.

"The day I leave New York for a while," Oz replied. "Say..do you think your mother might be interested in coming with us one day?" Oz asked his son. Kevin looked at his mother who was sleeping against his father's chest, then shrugged.

"Depends on what the house looks like," Kevin replied greedily. He let his teeth show it. He couldn't wait to go to LA. To meet the beautiful people. Well thats what Samantha called them. She always prided him in becoming an actor. "Do you think I can get into acting?" Kevin asked.

"Maybe when you're older. I don't think your mother would enjoy that prospect. She worrys about you," Oz replied, wrapping one arm under her knees and the other around her back. He leaned forward and stood up. He walked towards her bedroom and set her on the bed, kissing her lightly on the forehead. He walked back into the living room and took out the video, now that it was finished. He put it in the rewinder, then walked over to Kevin's bedroom and opened the door.

"It's only 9:30," Kevin replied.

"Well what else do you want to do?" Oz asked. Kevin shrugged, then walked into his room.

"I don't know. It's just early. Oh well, I'm beat. I'll see you tomarrow," Kevin said, jumping on his bed and tugging the sheets out from under him. He pulled the sheets and comforter up to his chest, then closed his eyes, doing his best to calm down his skittering nerves. It wasn't every night that you were told that you would get to meet Mike Meyers. Oz nodded his head at his son's declaration, then walked closer to the bed and kissed his son's forehead. Kevin cringed in confusion. What was he doing? Only his mother did that. "Why did you do that?" Kevin asked his father right before he made it to the door. Oz turned back to him, a pensive yet thoughtful expression playing at his mouth. He shook his head.

"I don't know. I guess it's just something I've always dreamed of doing," Oz replied. Kevin seemed to accept his answer, so he nodded his goodbye and walked back into Willow's room.

"Hey," Willow said, walking out of her bathroom, dressed in a pair of cream satin pajama pants and a matching long sleeved button down top.

"Hey," Oz said, kissing her gently. His hands played with her red vibrant hair, and he hugged her close to him, taking in the mixed scent of apple spice and buttermilk cookies. No, it wasn't a strong scent. He always assumed that she was born with it. A natural aura to accent her beauty.

"What are you doing?" Willow asked. Oz was smelling her. It had been a while since he had done that.

"Making a memory," Oz answered. Willow smiled at the intensity behind his words.

"You like the way I smell?" Willow asked, a coy smile playing at her lips.

"I love the way you smell," Oz replied, kissing her neck. Willow crooned and wrapped her arms around his back. She scratched her nails along the soft cotton beneath her fingers, then sighed when she found her efforts to remove it, completely fruitless. Oz noted her frustration, then pulled away momentarily to remove the thin barrier.

"You know putting those pajamas on are completely useless when I'm in the house," Oz said, his hands delving for the buttons covering her pale white flesh. Her stomach rippled under his touch, and he sighed in delight when he watched a wistful expression fly over her features. Her face glittered silver under the moon light, and her red hair glistened to an exotic brown when Oz pulled the light switch next to her bed. He rolled to her side and glided his hand up and down and along the curves of her body as he studied her silent profile. She smiled at him through her haze, and played with his jaw, silently willing him to make a move. She often hated playing around with him. She realized that he tended to get carried away with her.

"Oz stop teasing me," Willow said, breaking the intense silence. She tugged at his muscular arm and she sighed in relief when he moved toward her, closing the drafty air between the two.

"I didn't mean to tease you," Oz replied, kissing the hollow of her throat. Willow let out a high gutteral moan and arched her back against his hand as it circled her waiste and played with her navel. Willow felt utter bliss sweep over her at that one action. She loved it when he did that.

"Kiss me," Willow pleaded. Oz took her plea to heart.

"Anything."

***********Part 6************

"Morning, baby," Oz whispered into her hair. Willow woke with a dreamy smile playing at her lips.

"Morning," Willow murmered back. The morning was perfect. She heard little bells ringing in her head. The really peaceful kind. The birds were chirping, the air was humming, and Oz was lieing beside her and breathing in her ear. She loved waking up this way. Oz's arms were circled around her waiste, making it seem like she was lieing on air. She felt numb. Something was humming through her brain, giving her that fuzzy feeling she recieved the other day. She turned in his arms so she could face him, then kissed him on the nose when he smiled back.

"Any good dreams?" Oz asked, kissing her forehead. Willow smiled and nodded her head. "Tell me about them," Oz suggested.

"I had this dream that you and I were swimming in that lake near your house, and Kevin was playing with your dog, and...it was really nice," Willow replied sleepily.

"What else were we doing?" Oz asked, brushing through her hair with his calloused fingers.

"We were kissing and laughing and there were flowers falling from the trees," Willow said, smiling when she remembered how happy the dream had made her.

"We were just kissing?" Oz asked, grinning. Willow smiled mischeviously, then shook her head no.

"We were making love in your boat, too," Willow replied, propping herself up on her elbows. The white comforter clung to her slender body, making her more appealing by the minute. Oz played with her ear with one of his hands, then wrapped it around the back of her neck, guiding her lips to meet his lips.

"Like this?" Oz asked quietly.

"Yes," Willow replied sweetly. Her voice was oddly strained.

"You okay?" Oz asked, smiling into her throat. Willow murmered something inaudible, then circled her arms around his neck. "That's a yes."

******About an hour later...yeah, like I'm really gonna get graphic..******

"Nice way to wake up," Willow murmered, more fully awake.

"What time is it?"

"Uh...11:32," Willow replied, sitting up and looking at the clock.

"Kevin is probably up," Oz said in an airy tone.

"I know he's up. I can hear the cartoon network playing full blast."

"You don't like cartoons?" Oz asked, surprised.

"I like them, it's just...well after I watch them non-stop, it tends to bore me," Willow stated. Oz looked at her with sympathy.

"You get bored with cartoons? What planet are you from?" Oz asked, looking at her as if she grew a third arm. Willow gave him a look that said 'I can't believe you're not being supportive of me,' looks, then turned to her side so she could face the scenic window. "Oh come on, don't do that...don't do that," Oz said, tugging at her arm. Willow rolled her eyes, doing her best to give him the five minute silent treatment "Willow, you know I didn't mean it. I'm just giving you a hard time," Oz said nudging her. Willow smirked, then stood up and made her way into the bathroom, grabbing her discarded pajamas from last night on the way. Oz frowned, completely baffled. What was up with the whole hormonal streek? He shook his head, stood up, and followed her. The shower was running, and the mirror was already beginning to steam up. Oz gritted his teeth. He wasn't sure if she was serious, or if she was just playing around. Either way he was about to walk into hott water. Literally. He opened the curtain, expecting to see Willow showering, then did a double take when there was nothing but water running through thin air. Willow creeped up behind him and coverd his eyes.

"Get in," Willow commanded, shoveing him into the hott water. Oz's body went into shock at her touch, then nearly bounced off the wall when he felt the hott water stab at his skin.

"You really did turn the heat up, didn't you?" Oz asked, grinning. Willow gave him a look of annoyance, then put a finger to his lips when he continued to ramble.

"Shut up," Willow said, kissing him.

**********Kitchen. One in the afternoon.***********

"Hey Kevin, do you want fetuccini or spaghetti? Cause we're pretty much out of everything else, and I'm not planning on going to the store for another six hours or so."

"Uh..spaghetti, I guess. I haven't had that in a long time," Kevin replied.

"Do you want me to put hamburger in it, or do you have a problem with red meat?" Oz asked, trying to put his son in high spirits. He always assumed that if you gave a kid a choice and made the kid feel like it was in control, your relationship with them could do wonders.

"No red meat. I hate hamburger. Makes me sick," Kevin answered, making a disgusted face.

"Sick as in Nauseating?" Oz asked curiously. Kevin nodded his head, his face turning a pasty white color at the mere thought of it. "You ever had spaghetti with chicken?" Oz asked, smiling. Kevin looked at him as if he were a smart guy asking a retarded question. Truth be told, he was a smart guy and he just asked a retarded question.

"Spaghetti and chicken don't mix," Kevin replied, skipping over to the cabinet full of spices. "Will you use some of that baja salt in the sauce? I really liked that stuff," Kevin said, rummaging through the cabinet for that particular spice.

"Yeah, it's on the counter right now. Hey, you think you can break the noodles for me? They cook faster and they cook better when they're broken in half," Oz said, handing his son an open pack of egg noodles.

"Sure," Kevin said in a high pitched voice. "Where did mommy go?" Kevin asked, scanning the kitchen for his mother.

"I think I saw her head for the bathroom. You want me to go get her?" Oz suggested. Kevin shrugged.

"I can wait," Kevin replied.

"Well I think I'm going to go check on her anyway. Take care not to touch the water in the pot or the fire underneath it. It doesn't feel good to get burnt," Oz cautioned, leaving his son to the noodles. He walked towards the bathroom and knocked on the closed door. "Willow? You okay in there?"

"Yeah," Willow said, forcing herself to speak. From the side Oz was on, she sounded nauseated. Sick, or perhaps she had a stuffed up nose. He wasn't sure.

"Willow, let me in," Oz said gently. Willow braced one hand on the counter and used her other hand to turn the knob. The door opened with a click and Oz stepped in and closed the door behind him. "Willow, what's wrong? Are you sick?" Oz asked worriedly. She was white as a ghost, and she looked like she had just spent a good 30 minutes vomiting. Willow shook her head, somewhat confused, then built up the strength to hug him.

"I just got dizzy, I think," Willow replied, holding onto him with a death grip. She was still dizzy and she was beginning to see spots in front of her eyes. She started hearing a deafening tone resonate through her head and she began to sway. Oz lifted her up and brought her to the couch to lay down.

"Kevin!" Oz hollered worriedly. Kevin ran into the living room, then wrinkled his brow in worry.

"What's wrong with her?" Kevin asked, noticing that his mother was trembling.

"I don't know, but I need you to go poor her a glass of cold ice water. And get me a towel too. Can you do that?" Oz asked urgently. Kevin nodded his head and ran back into the kitchen to grab a large glass, the proceeded to pour a fresh batch of ice water stored in the icebox. He ran to Oz with the glass of water in hand, then ran into the bathroom and grabbed one of the white towels hanging on the rack. "Thankyou," Oz said, dabbing at her sweaty forehead. "Willow, can you hear me?" Oz asked, brushing at her forehead. Willow nodded weakly, then gripped at the glass of water and drank from it greedily. She sat up slowly, with Oz's hand supporting her back. She gestured for Kevin to come and sit next to her, then sighed when she began to feel better. For a moment she thought she was going to black out. Now that the blood was rushing back to her brain she felt like she was floating.

"Thankyou," Willow said, taking another long gulp of cold water. Oz nodded his head in acknowledgement, then dabbed at her forehead, whiping off some more of the sweat. Her face was just now beginning to retain color again.

"Willow, I want to get you to the doctor," Oz said pleading. Willow looked at him, then at Kevin, then nodded her head. "Kevin, will you watch after your mother while I call the doctors office?" Oz asked. Kevin nodded his head, equally concerned for his mother, then grabbed the towel Oz handed to him and proceeded to dab at her clamy face.

"What's wrong Mommy?" Kevin asked.

"I think I'm sick, sweety," Willow replied, scratching his hair. It had felt like an anxiety attack. She hadn't had one of those in a long time but never the less, that's what it felt like.

"Are you going to die?" Kevin asked. Willow smiled at his obscene question. It was only natural for him to worry however. He was only five years old and children at that age quite often had trouble seeing things in more then one dimension. To them, when you were sick, you were dieing. They could never assume that it was just a flu bug or a cold. She adored him though. His obvious lack of knowledge and his eagerness to learn was like watching a movie. He reminded her of a little puppy. You just wanted to pick him up and squeeze him.

"I doubt if I'm going to die. Things like this happen all the time. Maybe I'm not getting enough sugar in my system," Willow said, her mind running through several possibilitys. Oz walked back into the living room with a piece of paper, with a few lines scribbled on it.

"Hey baby. They said they could squeeze you in, but I have to get you to this address in 40 minutes," Oz said, sitting next to her and stroking her hair.

"What about the spaghetti? Do you want me to turn off the burner?" Kevin asked curiously. Oz slapped his head. He couldn't believe he forgot the burner.

"No, I'll go do it. Why don't you go and walk your mother to the jeep and help her in," Oz suggested, helping Willow stand up. "Take the water with you," Oz commanded.

"Do I get to come with you guys?" Kevin asked hopefully. Willow smiled and nodded her head as she took special care not to stumble over her son who was making sure she walked slow. "Take it easy Mommy," Kevin said in an authoritive voice. He was trying to act like the know it all. He grabbed the keys off of the desk and opened the front door, then ran out to the jeep and unlocked the door for his mother. "Do you want me to give you a boost?" Kevin asked, doing his best to help his mother.

"No thankyou sweety. I think I can make it in. You first though. I think I need to sit in the front seat," Willow said, holding her stomach with her hand. She was starting to feel queasy again.

"Alright, we're all set. Do you know how to get here?" Oz asked, showing Willow the address. Willow nodded her head.

"Yeah, this is Doctor Jacobs office. I go here all the time," Willow replied, handing him the piece of paper.

****************Doctors office***************

"Mrs. Rosenburg?" A nurse called out amongst the patients in the waiting room. Willow, Oz, and Kevin stood up. The nurse lady held the door open for them, then directed them to the nearest examination room. "Alright, before Dr. Jacobs comes in to take a look at you, I need to ask you the standard questions. Is that alright with you?" The nurse lady asked.

"Yes, ask away," Willow replied.

"When was the last time you were in?"

"About six months ago. Kevin and I were getting a tetnis shot," Willow answered.

"Okay..uh..when was the last time you had your period?"

"Three weeks ago," Willow replied, relaxing somewhat when Oz started rubbing her shoulders.

"Okay. Now I need to know your symptoms. When did you start having them and what are they?" The nurse asked.

"Uh..I guess a couple of days ago. I started getting dizzy, and I've been kind of tired lately. I think I almost blacked out this afternoon though," Willow said worriedly.

"Ooh, that's not good. Well thats all the questions. I'll go fetch your doctor and he'll be with you...right now," The nurse announced when the doctor stepped in the room. "Here you go," The nurse said in a chipper tone. The doctor took it, then scanned the contents.

"Well Miss Rosenburg, we've had quite a day, haven't we?" The doctor asked, trying to make conversation.

"Yeah, you could say that," Willow said nervously. She hated clinics. They had no color in them. Everything was just way to clean and she hated that

"Do you mind if I take a blood sample, Miss. Rosenburg?"

"Be my guest," Willow replied, rolling up her sleeve. The doctor took a suringe and drew about an ounce of blood, then put the blood sample in an isolated region. "I'm going to take this to the lab real fast and I'm pretty sure that what ever is bothering you will probably be revealed in that," The doctor said, walking out of the room. Oz looked at the spot where the man used to be, then shrugged.

"Is this what they do everytime you're sick?" Oz asked, somewhat baffled. His visits were never like this. Usually he had 20 more questions to answer about his physical health and then the doctor would treat the damage control. This was beyond him. Just take a sample of blood and everything would be revealed? Why couldn't the doctors do that more often?

"No. I've never been sick like this before. I'm not coughing, so it can't be a cold. He's going to check it out though. Don't worry," Willow said, patting his hand.

"I'll always worry about you," Oz replied, kissing her temple. Kevin rolled his eyes.

"I'm going to go to the bathroom," Kevin said, opening the door and stepping out. Oz watched his retreating figure, then averted his attention back to his quiet girlfriend.

"It's going to be okay," Oz said, rubbing her shoulders. Willow was sitting between his legs, and she enjoyed the attention she was recieving. "I love you," Oz declared. He kissed her cheek then her lips, then smiled when she kissed him back.

"Thankyou," Willow said, blushing. Oz looked at her expectantly. She wasn't doing the traditional, 'I love you, too' speach. Willow smiled knowingly. "You know I love you," Willow said, kissing his nose. The doctor walked in with a clip board, then wrote something down.

"Miss. Rosenburg. I've got some news and it can either be disturbing or...well you get the picture," The doctor said.

"What is it?" Willow asked worriedly. She stood up and paced a bit. Oz's back rub was doing little to soothe her nerves now.

"Is this your partner?" The doctor asked, referring to Oz. Oz nodded his head, then extended his hand.

"Oz Larkin," Oz greeted, shaking the doctor's hand. "What's wrong with her?" Oz asked, just as worried.

"Miss. Rosenburg. You're pregnant," The doctor replied, hiding his features into the clipboard. Willow didn't even have enough time to register her shock. She had already fainted, and she was greatful that Oz was right behind her. Oz's eyes widened in surprise. He wanted to smile, but he was a little preoccupied at the moment. He lifted Willow into his arms, cradling her like a baby, then set her on the cushioned examination booth.

"How far long is she?" Oz asked, grinning from ear to ear. The doctor grinned.

"No more then a week. I need you to take this down to the pharmacy though and get this filled out. The reason she came close to blacking out was because she wasn't drinking enough water and she had too much fiber in her stomach. She needs to be drinking at least a 2 liters of water a day. It will help ease the dizziness and such," The doctor said, handing him a paper. "She needs to take the pink ones at least twice a day, and the brown ones need to be cut in half but taken twice a day. Can you do that?" The doctor asked, debating whether or not to pat the man on the back. Oz nodded his head, speechless. His mouth hung open. He wanted to beat his chest like Tarzan. "Shall I say congradulations or is this one of those special moments where I need to leave?" The doctor asked. Oz grinned at him and shook his head in amazement. What was Kevin going to say? The doctor took the hint. "Congradulations," The doctor said. He walked out the door just as soon as Willow began to regain consciousness, and Kevin walked in the door a second later.

"You're awake," Oz noted, rushing to her side to help her stand up. He was prepared to worship the ground she walked on from that moment on.

"I'm pregnant," Willow replied, not missing a heartbeat. Her heart was beating wildly against her skin, making it hard to breathe. She didn't know what to think. What did Oz think? What was she going to say to Kevin? What did Oz think? "Oz?" Willow asked in a panic.

"It's okay, Willow," Oz said, hugging her gently. He breathed in her scent, then smiled and kissed her neck in joyous excitement. Willow could feel him smiling and shaking at the same time. She couldn't help but smile back. He was okay with it. Hell, he seemed happy about the situation. Which made her ecstatic.

"I'm going to have a little brother?" Kevin asked curiously.

"Or a sister," Oz replied, cradleing Willow's face in his hands. He kissed her softly, then rubbed his nose against hers and wrapped his arm around her waiste as he opened the door. He walked her out of the clinic with Kevin holding her hand, then drove her home in complete silence. He wanted to say something. Break the silence. He walked her into the living room and held her hand while he sat next to her on the couch. Kevin sat in his lap. Oz was speechless again. He kind of wished Kevin wasn't there so that they could have some privacy. He wanted to kiss her, love her, touch her, breathe her essence. His fingers combed through her hair as Kevin turned on the television to watch the cartoon network. "Hey Kevin, I've got a few movies in my bag. You want to watch them?" Oz asked curiously.

"Which ones?" Kevin asked curiously.

"Uh..I've got Scream one, two, and three, Ever After, Final Destination, and Drive me Crazy," Oz said, thinking at the top of his head.

"I want to watch Final Destination," Kevin replied, jumping off his father's lap.

"Alright. Listen, I'm going to go start the spaghetti again, while you watch the movie. Is that okay?" Oz asked. Kevin nodded his head and ran into his room to grab his favorite blanket. "Willow, come with me," Oz said, tugging at her hand. Willow stood up slowly, then followed him into her bedroom and closed the door. She was still in a state of shock. He walked her into the middle of the room, then circled her waiste and kissed her savagely. Willow smiled into his mouth, then played with his mustache when it started to tickle her nose.

"You're okay with this?" Willow asked, grinning. He looked like that little boy on Christmas Eve again. He couldn't wait until he got to open up the preasant.

"I love this," Oz replied, kissing her again.

"I'm glad you're happy," Willow said smiling. Oz hugged her as if she were fine china, then squeezed her closer against him, pressing her into his chest. He played with her hair a bit longer, then pulled away and grabbed the video Kevin had requested. He led Willow back into the living room and set her on the couch. Then he popped the tape into the VCR and walked toward the kitchen to start the Spaghetti. Kevin had to be starving.

"Food will be ready in half an hour." He started to boil the water in the pot, then walked to the refrigerator and poured Willow another glass of water. She was pregnant, which meant that she required special care. He gave the glass to Kevin who was rummaging through the refrigerator for something to snack on, then stirred in the spaghetti when the water started to boil. He heated the sauce as directed, then added a touch of the baja picante salt to the sauce.

"Hey," Willow said, walking up behind him and covering his eyes. Oz jumped at the soft contact, then swayed when he turned around and removed her hands from his eyes. Willow was smiling up at him. It was a smile of amazement. This was not how she expected him to react.

"Hi," Oz greeted, kissing her softly. He was leaning against the counter and Willow was standing between his legs.

"Are you seriously happy about this?" Willow asked, playing with his fingers.

"You seem surprised," Oz said, quietly.

"I just didn't really expect you to act this way. I was afraid you were going to be mad at me," Willow replied, unwilling to look him in the eye. Oz sighed, his smile slipping from his face. He was being serious now, and she could tell.

"I've always wanted this," Oz said kissing her knuckles. Willow smiled and blushed, then stepped in closer to hug him around the shoulders.

"Don't you think it's a little soon though? You were just now getting accustomed to Kevin and Kevin is a doll compared to the way he used to be," Willow rambled. Oz looked at her with concern. "Its...we've been together for a week Oz. One week. You're not the least bit bothered by all of this? Cause, I'm not really bothered but...you're not acting like the typical male and I don't want you to do something your not ready to do and..." Willow started flushed. Oz silenced her by taking her face in his hands, then brushed his thumb over her lips, kissing her gently.

"Yes. It is a little earlier then I anticipated, but that doesn't bother me Willow. I didn't see anymore kids in our future for another two years or so, but it doesn't matter. I'm ready to take care of another kid, and Samantha and Buffy..they will be thrilled. Kevin will be thrilled. He's not going to be the kind of brother that gets mad and throws his little brother or sister around the room. We've got it made, Willow. I'm ecstatic right now. If you're okay with this. If you want this, that's all that matters. It's your body and you can do what ever you want with it. I'll be kind of upset if you choose not to have the baby, but that doesn't mean I'm not going to stop loving you," Oz said in a solemn voice. Willow bit her lip and smiled at the same time, doing her best to surpress her giddiness. She squeezed him tighter, a tear leaking out of the corner of her eye.

"I'm scared though. I mean..what if word gets out, Oz? I'm not ashamed or anything but...won't this destroy your career?" Willow asked worriedly.

"I'm not worried about my carreer, Willow. We are set for life," Oz assured her.

"I know but..you love music. You can't give that up."

"I'm not going to, Willow. Having a family isn't going to destroy my career." Oz replied, doing his best to hide his frustration. He was doing a really good job of it but Willow could tell that he was getting annoyed by his posture. He was slumping and his attention was focusing else where.

"Promise me," Willow demanded, tugging at his shirt. Oz smiled at her insistance, then nodded his head and nuzzled her neck.

"I promise."

"Good."

**********Part 7. One week Later*********

"I really wish you didn't have to leave tomarrow," Willow murmered into Oz's chest.

"Well the offer is still open if you want to go with us," Oz reasoned, kissing her temple. Willow smiled at his blatant attempt to make her come with him. He had been begging her all week long, insisting that she wasn't safe in New York alone.

"I told you Oz, I have to work," Willow replied, maneuvering herself so she could nuzzle his neck.

"No you don't. You can quit. Move in with me in LA. Kevin can start first grade at El Ray, and we can live in my cabin, next to the lake," Oz said. She could tell he had been planning it a long time.

"How long have you been planning this?" Willow asked.

"How long have you known me?" Oz asked.

"Since High school," Willow replied smiling.

"I included Kevin in the picture the day I came here," Oz declared.

"Oz, I can't just give up my job. It's my life. It's what I do," Willow reminded him.

"Can't you do it in LA? You don't want me to give up my career, but eventually one of us is going to have to change. I will do anything for you. I will give up the cabin and move to New York with you if that is what you want. I'll have to give up music for a while because I have a contract with Delso records, but I'm willing to do that for you," Oz said seriously. Willow sat up and leaned against the headboard, then sighed when she found herself speechless. The last thing she ever wanted to do was to make Oz give up his dream. She shook her head, doing her best to sort things out in her head.

"You wouldn't have to move, Oz." Willow reasoned. Oz sat up to look at her. He was beginning to dread these conversations because no matter what he said, she would argue with him.

"Well what do you expect me to do? What, you want us to live four thousand miles away from each other and raise two kids at the same time? I will not do that Willow. Kevin, me, you, and the baby deserve a lot better then that," Oz said angry. Willow gave him a hurt look, then bit her lip, stood up, and walked into the bathroom. Oz stood up impatiently and followed her.

"Oz, we have plenty of time to decide. You, are not going to give up music on my behalf. Got it? I won't let you do that," Willow said stubbornly.

"Well then you're going to have to move to LA with me. I won't stand to live in two different houses," Oz said determined. He saw Willow's resolve face through the mirror, then walked up behind her and grabbed her shoulders. Willow flinched at the image she and Oz reflected. They were both angry, stubborn, and tired.

"Who says you get to make all of the decisions?" Willow asked incredulous. Oz gritted his teeth and tightened his grip on her shoulders. He wasn't intending on hurting her, but he wasn't planning on letting go of her until she made a decision. He buried his nose into the back of her neck, then spoke in a low, strained voice.

"I'm simply telling you that if you don't make a decision, I'm going to make it for you," Oz replied, kneading her shoulders for emphasis. He shook his head tiredly, then released her shoulders and walked into the living room. He sat on the couch and crossed his arms, doing his best to cool off. Meanwhile, Willow stared at the spot her lover had previously occupied, then let a tear of frustration run down her cheek. He was angry with her, she was frustrated with him, and her stomach was starting to hurt. She looked down at her cream satin covered belly, then sighed. Oz was right. It wasn't right to live four thousand miles away from each other and support two kids at the same time. The only time they would get to see each other would be on holidays and even then, Oz might have to work. But she didn't want to give up her work. She loved working with computers. She had often thought about starting her own software company, but there was always to much of a risk. It required hundreds of thousands of dollars and even then, she might have gone bankrupt. Then again, Oz did have money and he was willing to do anything. She closed her eyes tiredly, then rubbed her temples.

She heard her door creaking and she assumed Oz was back. Taking a deep breath, she stepped outside the bathroom door and turned out the light when she saw her bedside lamp, illuminate the room. Oz sat at the edge of her bed in a pair of black sweats, and rubbed his temples. He was vaguely aware of Willow walking back into the room, but he was too tired to acknowledge her. He felt the bed compress behind him and he sighed tiredly. He was sick at his stomach. He hated it when he had a fight with Willow. He always felt like the guilty one. He felt a pair of arms circle his neck from behind him, then turned his head to look at her. She had a sorrowful expression in her eyes.

"I'm sorry," Oz said in a hoarse voice. He averted his eyes back to his lap. Willow buried her forehead into his shoulder and sniffed. Oz flinched, then looked at her concerned. She was crying, or so he thought. Willow took a deep breath, then kissed his temple.

"You're right. It's not fair for any of us to live four thousand miles apart," Willow admitted. Oz unravelled her arms from around his neck, then maneuvered his legs onto the bed. He gestured to her to lie down with him. She obliged, then sighed when his arm wrapped around her waiste.

"So, what are we going to do?" Oz asked quietly. Willow squirmed uneasily, her shoulders tense. She was about to make a huge decision and the thought made her sick to her stomach. Oz noticed her unease, then slipped his hand under her shirt and rubbed her belly. Willow closed her eyes and relaxed.

"I'll put in my two week notice tomarrow. I can't come with you to LA however until I've gotten the place packed. By the time my two week notice is up, I'll be ready," Willow replied, stroking his arm. Oz tightened his hold on her, then buried his nose into her hair.

"I'll hire somebody to pack the place up and you can come with us tomarrow," Oz suggested.

"I can't Oz. Even if I didn't have to pack, I still have to serve during my two week notice," Willow said dissappointed. Oz bit his lip, then wrinkled his brow in concentration.

"I still don't want you to do the packing Willow. You heard what the doctor said. You can't lift anything heavy. The more stress you put on your self, the sicker you will get and the more likely you are to lose the baby," Oz reminded her. Willow sighed, then nodded her head. Oz was still playing with her stomach, which provided some comfort, but not enough. She frowned and stood up, then trotted to the toilet and vomited, holding her stomach and caughing up lunch. Oz ran after her and rubbed her back, taking care to hold her hair back as she made several gagging noises. She was struggling to breathe and Oz was getting worried. She finished, then gasped when she took her first breath of fresh air in over a minute. She started shaking, then sniffed and cried when her stomach started to hurt.

"Ow," Willow cried, holding her stomach. Oz fidgeted, then grabbed a towel from the rack and dabbed at the sweat perspirating from her forehead and neck. Her face was white again, and her skin looked like it was peeling off. It wasn't flaky, but wet and more disolved. He gave her a worried look, then combed through her hair again. "Oz, I think something is wrong with me. Maternity isn't supposed to be this way," Willow breathed, panicking. Oz nodded his head, then ran for the nearest phone. He called the doctor and they told him to come down admediately. He ran back to the bathroom, then scooped Willow up into his arms and carried her out to the car. Kevin was at Samantha's for the day and he wouldn't be back until tomarrow morning. He made it to the doctor's office in record time, then cradled Willow against his body while he carried her into the empty waiting room. The doctor met them at the door and gestured for them to come into the examination room. Oz lay her down on the padded booth, then sat next to her head and dabbed at the sweat with the wash towel he brought with them.

"Have you been cramping a lot Miss. Rosenburg?" The doctor asked, already knowing the answer. Willow nodded her head, then gasped when a painful spasm lanced from her womb to her heart. The doctor gritted his teeth, then grabbed for a suringe and ran to the medicine booth. He brought back a vile of liquid sedative, then injected her with 50 milligrams.

"Did you eat any peanuts, fruits, or vegitables?" The doctor asked, putting a bandaid over her stomach where he had injected the sedative.

"She's been eating a bunch of lemons and pineapples," Oz replied for her, relaxing when she appeared to no longer be in pain. "What was that stuff you just gave her?" Oz asked curiously.

"It's a sedative. She's going to need it. Has she been under a lot of stress? Perhaps she's been thinking too much?" The doctor suggested. Oz knitted is brow in guilt, then nodded his forehead when he looked down at Willow.

"We're having problems with the living arrangements. She doesn't want to move to LA but she won't let me give up my carreer and it's kind of upsetting her. We had a fight about 10 minutes before she got sick again," Oz said, whiping some more sweat off of her forehead. Willow closed her eyes in relief, greatful to be right next to the air conditioner. She grabbed at Oz's hand and held it, then smiled when the room started to get undizzy. The constant movement in the room was making her nauseated. Oz stilled his hand, then smiled when a peaceful expression swept over her features.

"Well, first of all she's not supposed to have a lot of acid. That's where the cramps are coming from. When Lemons are introduced into the system, it tends to eat up the intestinal wall which also makes it harder for her to hold down her food. The fact that she is being stressed is what is making her cramp so much. The vitamins I prescribed for her..she's supposed to rest. She doesn't need to be moving a lot during the first few months it's being taken. My advice is for her to lay down everywhere she goes. A lot of women in maternity have the same sort of problem. Hers only worsened because of all the acid and stress in her system. When she's stressed, her system produces endorphines and right now, because of the fruits she's eating, she's going through withdrawals right now, when she needs them the most. I'm going to order you two some demoral which is to be taken orally. It's the same thing I just gave her. It's going to make her very sleepy. My guess is that she'll pass out with in the next five minutes. She needs to take one every six hours. It will also help strengthen the baby's bones during the later stage of development. Have her eat lots of meat. Red meat in particular. It helps produce T-cells which will help her fight off sickness. Don't let her drink a lot of caffeine and absolutely no aspirine or codine. The baby could recieve Down Syndrome if she takes enough. Have her drink lots of water, juice, and milk. Also, I'd recommend that she have an ample ammount of sugar. My observation over the last five years that I've known her is that she's hypoglycimic. I'd like to keep her here for an additional two weeks, but if it's absolutely necessary that she leave within two weeks, I'll give you a number you can call somewhere within your local area. Where exactly do you plan on moving her?" The doctor asked, writing down everything he said on a large sheet of paper.

"I have a cabin in LA, about five miles away from where I work. I work at a music studio and I thought it would be easier to take care of her if I only had to drive five miles back and forth instead of flying four thousand miles. She's also safer there because I have a security guard 24/7 guarding the house. I'd want her to stay under his supervisation when I can't be around," Oz replied. He leaned down and kissed her forehead, then combed through her hair, delighting to watch her sleep.

"That is a very wise idea. I have a friend in LA. His name is Enrique Sanchez. He's one of the best damn doctors I've known my entire life. I'll give him a call and let him know you are coming. This is his pager number, work number, and home number. He's on duty at all times. If there is an emergency, he can help you. He will want to meet you two, so I advise that you let me know when you plan on meeting him so I can give him a call. He specializes in maternity, which will be a great advantage to Miss. Rosenburg. He also has connections so if there is a method that you disagree with, he can help you get a second opinion," The Doctor advised. "You won't be dissappointed."

"Thankyou," Oz said, nodding and shaking the man's hand. They shared a manly hug and padded each others backs. They parted, and Oz cradled Willow against his body, then carried her back out to the jeep, taking care to drop off the check at the counter. He put her to bed, then grabbed the phone and called Jesse at the studio. It was only 8pm in California.

*****************

"Hello?" Jesse said over the line.

"Jesse, hey it's Oz."

"Hey Oz. Haven't heard from you in two weeks. Where have you been? Your scheduled for a concert tomarrow night," Jesse said, filling out a bunch of paperwork.

"Well, Jesse..I can't come back for another two weeks. I'm in New York, with Willow," Oz replied. Jesse sighed, then rubbed his temple.

"Oz, my ass is on the line for you right now. What the hell is so important, that you have to stay in New York? If it's Willow, tell her to take a vacation and come down to LA with you," Jesse reasoned.

"Jesse. I'm a dad," Oz said, smiling.

"Well bring Kevin, too," Jesse replied over the phone.

"Willow is pregnant," Oz said, tapping his fingers on the kitchen counter. He bit into an apple, then smiled when he heard Jesse choke on air.

"Congradulations," Jesse said, his eyes watering. This was most certainly a shock.

"Thanks. Listen..I've just got to stay for another two weeks to help her pack, and then she's moving with me to live in LA permanently. I'll be able to work some over time and catch up, and take care of Willow at the same time," Oz said over the phone. He sat at the kitchen table and took another bite of the apple.

"Can't you hire a mover?" Jesse asked, annoyed.

"I'm going to, but Willow also has to put in her two week notice and fulfill that two week term before she leaves. I want to stay with her just in case something goes wrong. She got really sick tonight. I just got back from the doctors office," Oz said sighing. Jesse groaned and stomped his feet.

"You've got two weeks Oz. Two weeks. You're my friend but if you don't get your ass down here soon my company is going to have to breach your contract. I can get your contract reinstated when you're ready if you want to take extra time, but that will take at least six months and your fans are going to get really pissed," Jesse warned.

"Jesse. All I need is two weeks. I promise I will be back by then, and I won't be leaving again until Willow goes into labor, or she gets hurt. I swear to you Jesse. I won't dissappoint you anymore then I have to," Oz assured him. Jesse sighed, then put down his pen.

"Hasta Amigo. Give my luck to Willow. Does Buffy know?" Jesse asked.

"No, Willow hasn't called her yet. She wanted to keep it a secret until she got to LA. So don't tell. I know she has the resolve face, she got it from Willow, but if she asks you what is wrong or why I am not there, just keep on telling her that you have no idea. Okay?????" Oz asked, raising his eyebrows expectantly.

"I'll do my best. Later."

"Choa," Oz said, hanging up the phone. He finished his apple, then walked back into Willow's bedroom. He removed his shirt, then slipped inside the covers and inched next to Willow. Her back was facing him, so he circled her waiste and held her against his chest, then kissed her temple and held her. For the past nine days, he had been so afraid of losing her. She was so much more valuable to him now that she was pregnant. He was so afraid that she was going to break. He found his heart throbbing at the very thought of losing her. Willow nuzzled closer to him in her sleep, then sighed and relaxed when she unconciously found her shoulders pressing up against his chest.

**************Part 8************

"Where is Mommy?" Kevin asked, walking through the front door with Samantha right behind him.

"She's resting right now," Oz replied.

"Is she still sick?"

"No, she's just tired. The doctor gave her something to relax. She's been sleeping for the last 13 hours," Oz said, taking his hand and leading him into the kitchen. "Samantha, you hungry?"

"Depends. What are you fixing?"

"Oh, I ordered Chinese. I thought Willow would be up by now but I'm not going to wake her up until I have to," Oz answered, handing her a box of Chicken Teryaki. Samantha grabbed a plastic fork and dug in. Kevin proceeded to do the same. "I'll be right back. I'm going to go check on Willow," Oz said, walking back to Willow's room. Willow stirred slightly in her sleep, then opened her eyes when she felt a cool rag dabbing at her forehead.

"Hey," Willow said sleepily.

"Morning," Oz said smiling. He ducked his head and kissed her. Willow kissed him back and scratched her fingernails along the back of his neck. "You feeling better?" Oz asked, pulling away. Willow nodded her head into the pillow, then sneezed.

"What did the doctor say last night? I pretty much forgot everything he said after he gave me that shot," Willow said weakly.

"He says you have to stop eating Lemons because the acid is upsetting your stomach. I called Jesse last night and I told him to wait another two weeks. I'm not leaving New York without you, and he told me that if I needed more time, he'd be able to reinstate my contract in another six months. So either way, we're all going to be okay," Oz said, kissing her eye lids. Willow smiled greatfully, then tilted her head to kiss him again.

"I love you," Willow said smiling. She yawned, then attempted to sit up. Oz supported her back, then grabbed a pillow and placed it behind her so she wouldn't be agitated by the hard wood behind her.

"I love you, too," Oz said, holding her hand to his heart. Willow smiled for a minute, then furrowed her brow in thought.

"What are you going to say to Kevin?" Willow asked curiously.

"I'll think of something. Mean while, you are going to rest. The doctor says that he wants you to lay down everywhere you go. I'm supposed to give you these four times a day," Oz said, handing her a glass of water with the Demoral the doctor had prescribed. He says it will make you sleepy and it will help you rest."

"I'm not sleepy though," Willow whined softly.

"You hungry? Kevin and Samantha are eating Chinese in the kitchen. I got you some with beef in it. Doctor said you need to eat a lot of Red meat. I thought it would me more civil to order it in a box so I wouldn't offend Kevin."

"Will you bring it to me?" Willow asked, smiling sweetly. Oz nodded his head, then stood up and retrieved the beef and noodles. He handed it to Willow, then sat next to her on the bed and wrapped his arm around her shoulder. Willow sighed in content, then closed her eyes as the warm food made it's way down her throat.

"Taste good?" Oz asked, running his hand through her hair. Willow made a noise that resembled a pur, then nodded her head and kissed him. He kissed her back with equal fervor, then massaged her stomach and kissed her throat. Willow giggled, then set her food aside. She slid down the bed and tugged at his buttoned flannel, then kissed him again. They wrestled on the bed for a few minutes, rolling over every 20 seconds, then halted when they heard Kevin knocking on the door. Willow sat up and straightened out her pajama top, then slipped under the covers and proceeded to eat what was left in the box. Oz buttoned up is flannel, then opened the door for Kevin to slip in. Samantha followed him in, then looked around the room and started to straighten things out. She looked over to Oz who was standing discreetly at the door, then whistled at him. She gestured towards his pants, then smiled and proceeded back to her work. Oz blushed, then zipped up and thanked Samantha before leaving the room.

"You feeling okay?" Samantha asked quietly. Willow nodded, then scratched Kevin's gelled hair.

"Dad said you were resting. I didn't want to wake you up," Kevin said, crawling on her lap.

"Well it was about time I woke up anyway. Besides, I like having you here. Even though, I do need you to go talk to Oz because he's staying another two weeks before he leaves," Willow said, petting him. Kevin frowned.

"Why?" Kevin whined.

"Because he wants me to come with you two," Willow replied. Kevin's frown dragged itself to a smile, then he wriggled from head to toe in happiness.

"Cool," Kevin said, hopping off of her lap and running to find his father. Samantha frowned slightly.

"Are you moving to LA?" Samantha asked, already knowing the answer. Willow looked down to her lap, then nodded her head.

"I don't want Oz to give up his career, but he doesn't want to fly 4000 miles on holidays just so he can see me and the baby. So, what I'm going to do is move in with him in LA, throw a house party to which you will be invited to, then I'm going to start my own buisness."

Samantha smiled saddly, then nodded her head.

"You should go. You belong with Oz. And it wouldn't be fair to you, him, Kevin, or the baby to have to live in two different houses, 4,000 miles apart. It would be like joint custody, only you are still in love. It sucks, knowing that you're not going to be here anymore, but I guess it's okay because I do have summer vacation, because I'm a teacher and all, so..maybe I could visit?" Samantha suggested. Willow smiled giddily, then nodded her head.

"I'd really like that. Oz will be on tour every once in a while, so I'm going to need some company," Willow replied, smiling.

"Kevin is going to be upset though," Samantha replied.

"But when he learns that you'll be there all summer and that he can visit you during holidays and such, he'll feel better about it. Besides, he's totally anxious to meet Mike Meyers. He's been begging me to let him get into acting. I told him that I'd let him know. Maybe you could be his coach?" Willow suggested.

"Yeah. A lot of people do say that I have a striking resemblence to Katie Holmes. If I do the right acting and I lose about 10 pounds, you could call me a clone," Samantha said, smiling.

"You are already her clone. Every time I see a movie with her in it, I'm like...oh my god, Samantha. She finally made it. Then at the end of the movie they show the credits and I start throwing things against the wall. I really think it would be good for you to get into acting. You deserve the attention. Plus, you'd be close to me and Oz and Kevin and the baby.

"What are you going to name it?" Samantha asked excitedly. Willow smiled and gathered her whits.

"Well, Oz and I were thinking that if it is a boy, we're going to call him Trevor, but if it's a girl I want to name her Jessica. Oz wants to name her Rachel, but I don't know. Rachel, just seems so plain. It sounds cute but..I don't know. I'll have to think about it when I'm not so nauseated," Willow replied, holding her stomach.

"How far long are you?"

"Less then two weeks," Willow answered with a smile. Samantha gave her a look, her eyes as wide as Big Bird, then lightly punched her on the shoulder.

"You go girl. How did you two manage to have sex with Kevin in the house?" Samantha asked, incredulous.

"Locked doors," Willow said giggling. Samantha made a loud quack-duck sound, and hugged her best friend. "What the hell was that?" Willow asked, looking at her friend.

"It's just a noise I make when I'm excited for my friends," Samantha replied. Kevin walked in the door with a pout on his face.

"Kevin honey, what's wrong?" Willow asked concerned.

"I don't want to move," Kevin said, jumping on the bed, his nose wrinkled in an attempt to not cry. He hugged Samantha and cried into her shoulder.

"Sweety, you need to move. I'm going to get to see you in the summer. And besides, your mom is thinking about letting you get into acting. You'll get to be around Mike Meyers all the time. And hey, I might even get to coach you if I can get an acting job down there," Samantha soothed. Kevin whined for a few more moments, then sniffed into her shoulder. Samantha made a face when her black cardigan got wet, but dismissed it and kissed Kevin on the forehead.

"Promise?" Kevin asked, whiping his eyes.

"I promise," Samantha replied.

"And besides. Oz has a boxer. He says he loves kids, and the house..Kevin, it's huge," Willow assured him.

"When did you see it?" Kevin asked, whiping his nose with his sleeve.

"Kevin, sweety, don't use your sleeve to wipe your nose," Samantha said, handing him a tissue. Kevin made a face, then blew his nose again.

"Remember when you were in the hospital? I went to Daddy's house that day to rest a bit," Willow replied.

"You'll love it Kevin," Oz assured him, coming in from the door. He sat on the bed , forming a triangle between him, Samantha, and Willow with Kevin on her lap. Kevin crawled off his mothers lap and hugged Oz around the neck. Oz hugged him back and scratched his head. He grabbed Kevin by the waiste, then lay down on his back, and lifted Kevin in the air. Kevin giggled, causing a chain reaction through out the other residence of the room. Willow sighed and rested her head on Samantha's shoulder. Samantha rested her head on Willow's head.

"Let's get em," Samantha whispered. Willow smiled, then stood on her knees with Samantha, then fell forward and attacked Oz by the ribs. Oz let out a harsh breath, then lowered Kevin quickly to his side, then did his best to defend himself when he was attacked by two sets of hands. Kevin grinned, then jumped on Samantha's back. Samantha laughed, then retrieted and proceeded to attack Kevin. Willow straddled Oz, then went after his ribs with her hands, then laughed when Oz caught them with his own hands and pushed hers in the air. Willow smiled and cooed, then leaned forward and gave Oz a quick kiss on the lips. Oz held on to her hands and moved them behind her back, then pulled her back down to him.

"I want a real kiss," Oz said, leaning up to meet her lips in a passionate kiss. He released her hands, then held her around the waiste. Willow's hair went over the two like a tapestry, causing Kevin and Samantha to miss the show behind the curtains.

"Come on Kevin, lets leave these two love birds alone and go steal whats left of the chinese food," Samantha whispered into his ear. Kevin nodded his head, then took her hand and followed her out.

"We're leaving," Kevin hollered, before shutting the door to give the two some privacy. Willow waved them off, vaguely aware of their previous presence, then unbuttoned Oz's flannel and moved her hands up his shirt. Oz found the hem of her night shirt, then unbuttoned it one by one, slowly revealing the pale creamy flesh that was just a bit tanner then the fabric covering it. He broke away to sit up, then maneuvered Willow to her back. He kissed her cheek, then left a trail of dry kisses to her stomach, lavishing attention on the little hole in the center of her belly. Willow moaned quietly, and raveled her fingers through his hair, pulling him back up to meet his lips in a searing kiss. Willow removed his outer shirt, then somehow managed to remove the cotton shirt in less then three seconds, without ripping it.

"Love me," Willow commanded.

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