-A 13-year-old Willow stared at her mother, face as red as her hair. The young
teen had just received
the 'Talk'. Willow had never had that frank of a
discussion about sex before.

"One more thing, Willow. When you think you've found
someone to love, be careful. Be wary of anything a man
tells you. Most of the time, they just want one thing.
Your real father was that way."

Willow nodded. She knew her mom's husband was not her
father.

"I thought your father loved me. He may have, but not
enough to stay. That's happening more and more often.
A child is not something that can be handled alone.
Make sure the father won't leave."-

Over the years, Willow had it pounded into her
head that unless she was married, if she got pregnant
the father would abandon her.

Now she was not only pregnant, but with two men.

Willow knew neither Spike of Xander would leave. Both
grew up with bad home lives, both were highly
protective and enamored of children. Once they had
come across a demon who fed on children. Between
the two of them, they had ripped the thing to pieces.

However, since she was old enough to understand
what 'adopted meant, Willow had been told over and
over that unless she was married, the father of her
child would leave.

Everything kept twisting round and around in her mind.
It wouldn't settle long enough for her to work
through it.

Willow sighed, then headed for the kitchen.
***

The smell of food drifted out to entice the weary men
coming in the door. Without a word, the pair followed
their noses, stomachs growling.

Amazing and tantalizing smells led them to a feast of
baked goods. Every flat surface was covered with
something. Chocolate-chip peanut butter cookies were
the dominant thing. In the middle of it all was
Willow, munching on a cookie.

Xander took one long look at all the food that graced
the room, then walked forward and enveloped Willow in
a tight hug.

"What's wrong, Wills? You only cook this much when
you're worried."

At those words, Willow broke down, her tears darkening
Xander's shirt.

Not sure what was causing her distress, he could only
rock her and coo, the same as Willow had so many times
before for him. On Willow's other side, Spike stroked
her back and whispered words of love to her.

Slowly the tears dried up, and Xander reached out to
the woman who meant more to him than his own life.

//What's wrong, love?//

**scaredscareddontleavestaypleasestaydontgo!!**

Recoiling slightly as the wave of emotion rushed over
him, Xander felt Willow begin to tremble.

//Love you, Willow. Always. Me and Spike are like gum
on the sidewalk. You step in it, and it never comes
off. You're stuck with us.//

Spike echoed the claim with spoken words. "He's right,
luv. You'd have to push me into the sun before I'll
leave."

The words and the protective stances they took around
her finally penetrated Willow's fear. They were her
mates, and they wouldn't leave her. With their hands
still making the soothing movements, Willow whispered
the news.

"I'm pregnant."

Time seemed to stop. Under her cheek, Willow could
feel Xander's heartbeat speed up. "Pre..pre...pregnant?"

"As in a baby?"

If she hadn't been so worried, Willow would have
laughed at Spike's question. "Yes Spike, as in a baby."

After no sound for several long seconds, then,
"Spike," cracked Xander's slightly shocked
voice, "we're gonna be daddies."

There was a whoop, then Willow felt herself being
lifted and spun around. Once set down and dizzy,
another pair of arms grabbed the redhead and drew her
into another spinning circle.

Held close to a cool body, Willow looked into a pair
of golden eyes. The eyes suddenly widened.

"Do you need to sit down? I didn't hurt the baby, did
I? You shouldn't be standing up." Matching actions to
words, Spike picked her up and carried her to the
couch in the living room. Behind them came Xander,
who had paused long enough to grab some cookies and
a glass of milk.

Willow would have told Spike to put her down, but
she was laughing too hard with relief at the
looks on their faces. She was placed gently on the
couch, and a handful of cookies was passed to her.
Xander knelt next to the couch holding the glass
of milk, while Spike started to rub her already bare
feet.

Feeling the love pouring off her lovers, tears filled
Willow's eyes. There was a flurry of movement, and
she was wrapped up from both sides.

"Are you OK?"

"Did we do something wrong?"

"We can fix it."

Willow returned the hug with all her strength. "No,
everything is perfect. I was so scared. I didn't know
what you were going to do after you found out about
the baby."

She found herself in a mind-to-mind equivalent to a
hug.

//Willow, we will never leave you.//

::You are a part of us. Our heart is you. If you ever
left, we would die.::

**Love you guys. Love you so much.**

//Hey you two, look.//

Willow and Spike blinked as their perception twisted.
Now they could see themselves.

To Xander's psychic senses, Spike was surrounded by
black velvet, giving the impression of sensuality and
softness. Around him glimmered flecks of light, as if
fire was reflected off of blades and jewels.

Willow had a solid glowing area, a star in the center
of her chest. Around her was green. The same fresh
green as new tree leaves.

Centered in her stomach were two tiny sparks. Both
were barely there, but they were steady.

For a second, Spike and Willow didn't realize what
they were seeing. Then it hit them.

::**TWINS!**::

The End