Chapter 3

Another short one, but this one starts to get into the plot.

“So the doctor visit went all right?” Xander asks the instant Willow walks into the magic box a week later.

“Xander what are you doing here? Don’t you have a job you should be at?” Willow asks.

“Yes, but I’m here. And where’s Spike, I thought he insisted upon going with you to the doctors?” Xander asks, “he promised he would protect you.”

Willow rolls her eyes, “he’s taking the sewers back, and I’m perfectly safe. And yes, the doctors visit went well, the doctor says I am about 10 weeks pregnant and I am perfectly healthy as is the baby. So now that you assured of that should you be at work?”

“Oh! Right, work. “ Xander kisses Anya, “I will see you all later.”

“I swear, they are driving me crazy.” Willow sighs as she drops into the chair across from Anya.

Anya smirks at Willow, “they care about you.”

Willow glares back, she had used the same reassurance on Anya only days before Willow herself had become the object of Xander and Spike’s protection obsession. Willow drops her face into her hands, “I guess I just have to put up with it for seven and a half months,” Willow sighs, “you only have three months left, lucky you.”

“So how’s living with Spike?” Anya asks, changing the subject.

Willow stops to think for a minute, “it surprised me, but I actually like living with Spike. I mean we moved out of the house because living there without Buffy was just to painful and it was starting to get boring without Dawn in the apartment. Wanna know what the worst part about living with him is?”

“What?” Anya asks.

“He’s got me watching Passions now, and I’m as addicted as he is.”

Anya smiles, “well I’m sure he keeps it interesting.”

“He cooks for me.” Willow adds.

“You mean he makes you macaroni and cheese from the box, right?” Anya asks.

Willow shakes her head, “apparently he started watching the cooking channel and he makes me dinner every night when I get home, it’s really nice.”

Anya laughs, “Spike cooking, that’s funny, should we get him one of those chef’s jackets?”

“Giving away my secrets are you Red?” Spike asks coming in from the backroom.

Willow grins at Spike, “nope, just bragging about how good of a cook you are.”

“That’s my secret.” Spike retorts. “Anyway we all know Harris can’t cook.”

Anya’s eyes go wide as she shakes her head, “no, no he can’t.”

Before anything else can be said an arrow with huge flames coming off of it, follow by dozens more, comes flying in through the windows. “No!” Anya cries, “not again.”

With a scan of her eyes and a whisper of helada Willow extinguishes all of the flames before they can do any real damage but the entire room becomes smokey so that none of them can see the other.

“Watch your backs!” Spike calls out from somewhere in the spoke, “Willow stay as close to me as possible.”

Before Spike can say anything else a female scream, belonging to either Willow or Anya pierces the air.

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