She wakes up and the bed is empty, she is alone, the
other side undone, warm and empty. Cordelia looked
around, looking for Willow. Her Willow. Her wife. Her
better half. Definitely the better of the two.
"Will?" she asked in darkness, no answer. Slowly she
slid off the bed, feet in slippers, brushing hair in
her face back as she fixed the shirt she had on. She
only had that to sleep in, Willow's old UC-Sunnydale
tees and a cotton panty. "Will?" she asked again as
she got to the hall, dark like their room, there were
clatters coming from the direction of the kitchen. The
apartment was small, small if you compare it to the
way others like her live-in, despite her success Cordy
had stayed with Will in her adequate San Francisco
home to start a family and it was well on its way.
Her wife was a few months pregnant.
Maybe then they'd find a bigger house, but just for
now it was good.
Just for now.
"Willow? Sweetie?" Cordelia asked as she saw her
finally, standing in front of the stove back turned to
her. Her bright red hair pulled back with a ponytail,
the rest of her under a pajama. "What are you doing?"
"Oh nothing, just fixing myself a nice warm glass of
milk," she said as turned momentarily to her and
smiled. "Want some?"
"Only if you're having cookies with."
Again she turned to her, this time longer, "You read
my mind. You're really my soul mate."
"I'll get it," she told her as headed to the pantry
retrieving the bags of Chips Ahoy and walking towards
Will, who gave her a short kiss. She couldn't fight
the urge and reached for her tummy, which was hard.
Still not bulging but already hard.
"Maybe I should learn to bake so we don't have to buy
these anymore," Willow mused as she took the bag from
her hands and reached in taking two cookies at once.
"Maybe we can open a bakery right next to the Coven,
that would be fun."
"Do you want to responsible for the collapse of
Nabisco. I think not."
"I was just thinking out loud, besides they won't let
me put grass in the brownies."
"Where'd you learn that trick?" Cordy leading her by
the hand to the breakfast nook and sitting her down
before going back to the stove and turning off the
already boiling milk.
"That's a secret."
"I thought husbands and wives were supposed to tell
everything to their spouse. No secrets."
"You go first then tell me all your secrets."
"That's not a secret."
"Okay, you win," she conceded, pouring in the scalding
milk into a glass waiting by the nook, Will was
already on her way to finishing the bag of cookies,
stuffing one by one to her mouth as fast as she could.
Cordelia watched her make a pig out of herself, amused
and at the same time a little disgusted.
"Sorry," Will said as she wiped off her face with the
sleeve of her pajama tops, cookie crumbles falling
precariously to the floor. "I was really hungry."
Cordelia kissed her on the brow as she placed the
glass of milk in front of Willow. "It's still too hot
"Thanks. I was thinking since we're you know, going to
have a baby, maybe it would be good if I sold the
Coven and move with you wherever you want tot go."
"Are you serious?"
"Yeah, I was thinking that maybe I could try my hand s
"Look, Willow, just be cause we're having a baby it
doesn't mean that you have to give up on the things you
like doing. I mean that bar has been your baby
"But we're having a real baby Cordy, a real baby," she
reasoned taking the glass of milk and drinking from
it, a milk moustache on her. "I'm really serious about
Cordelia giggled at the sight, kissing her instead of
"You think I'm just afraid of the responsibilities are
"No, Will. I'm not. Look if you want to sell the bar
and move around with me you can. You want to write a
book, you can. I'm not going to stand between you and
"Yes, now do you want to sell the bar?"
"Okay, finish up your milk and let's go to bed."
"Do we make love after it?" Willow wondered, as she
kissed her again. The taste of milk and chocolate
chips exchanged between them.
"That's not the question. It's ‘is this table sturdy
enough for the two of us?'" Cordy teased her giggling
a little when Will gave her a sly grin.
"There's only one way to find out isn't there," she
responded, taking the glass of milk off it and putting
it on the sink.
Willow sat on it and knocked on it with her knuckles
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