Dead Prophets
by Rin
You're not Write
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Aha! At last...my update has come along...your WIP days are over...and the story is like a song...
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Writer's block...Buffy hated it with a passion. Book four was due in two months, and she was suffering writer's block halfway through it. The story was missing something...something big...something important...
"How's it coming, baby?" Willow walked into the cabin's extra bedroom, and kissed Buffy head before handing her a glass of juice.
"Not...that's how." Buffy sighed before holding Willow's hands in place, refusing to look at the blinking cursor for a minute. "I'm stuck...I knew this would happen."
"Aww...you'll figure it out eventually. You always do." Willow kissed her head again. "What's the problem? Hard not writing those sex scenes?"
"You know I'd love to write sex scenes involving you and me..." Buffy smirked at Willow, looked up at her wife, and accepted the sultry kiss.
"Lunch is ready. I fed Elita already, and put her down for a nap, so it's just us for food." Willow left the room, Buffy in tow, and they enjoyed their soup and sandwich.
"You're doing a lot better with Elita lately. Been reading those books?" Buffy had discovered the stash of parenting books in Willow's apartment. Seems that during their six months apart, Willow had been doing lots of reading on the subject, and it showed.
"Yeah...I feel...I don't know...more...I love being with her. I mean...we created her! She's our little girl. I can't believe that mane of red hair already." Willow loved brushing her fingers through the baby soft hair, and Elita loved it, too, as she'd coo her pleasure at her Mommy.
"I told you that you'd be a great parent." Buffy knew Willow still had doubts about it. After all, Willow was taken care of as a child...up until she turned six. Then, she was left to pretty much fend for herself. They still had four years to go...and Willow was scared that she'd grow bored of parenthood, and start to ignore Elita, just as she suspected happened with her own parents.
"We'll see..." Willow took another bite of her grilled cheese before moving to do the dishes. She'd taken to the idea of being a housewife all of a sudden.
"You can still take Elita Tuesday, though, right?" Buffy had an appointment with Dawn to set up all the Star Wars reception decorations, so Willow would have to take the baby that day. Either that, or leave Elita with Anya...which was a dangerous thought...
"Of course. I can show her how I work for a change." Willow was worried that she'd get busy, or that she'd be stuck with a crying Elita, especially since the baby wasn't used to being away from Buffy during the day. "We'll have fun."
"I know you will." Buffy started to dry the dishes, as Willow cleaned, and soon things were finished in the kitchen, so they went to snuggle in front of the fire. It was frosty outside for February...of course, being by the lake helps the cold... "We should be back by four, so I can still pick her up from your work when we get back from LA."
"Nonsense...I can bring her home. No need to go out of your way." Willow actually hoped things went well. "Does Dawn have any idea what all she's wanting for sure?"
"She already has all the standups possible, and I think she managed to hire Boba Fett to serve the cake." Buffy giggled. It was going to be one of the craziest wedding receptions she'd ever attended...
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It was one of the craziest wedding receptions ever thought possible...
The standups were all aligned around the Bronze, and instead of glasses, the guests were drinking out of plastic Star Wars party cups, and eating off party plates that matched. There were little lightsaber light streamers beamed all around the poles, and of course...Boba Fett was serving the cake.
The wedding was simple, elegant, beautiful. Buffy cried so much, she almost didn't give Dawn the ring. There was only a flower girl, Jesse, so the rings were left up to Jonathon and Buffy.
Dawn was gorgeous...in her simple white gown (a lie, they all knew)...elegant, sophisticated, so grown up...Joyce would've been super proud of her youngest daughter.
Faith and Kennedy were getting along again, quite well, actually...
Jessie had more energy than any kid possible, and was running around, chasing the other dozen little kids in attendance. Faith was among the dozen, between takes of course...never passing up a chance to play with little Jessie.
Buffy and Willow were playing with Elita, funny considering the drama that ensued on Tuesday...
***FLASHBACK***
Willow had Elita on one arm, a diaper bag slung over one shoulder, and briefcase in the other hand. Setting the bags down, Willow placed the quiet Elita onto the couch in her office.
"I peed." Elita smiled that big one year old smile that made any parent melt.
"Okay, give me a second, and we'll change your diaper." Didn't they just put a new diaper on her before they left the house??
"I peed, Mommy." Elita was still tucked into her coat, gloves, and hat, just bouncing up and down on her bum.
"Okay, okay...come here, baby..." Willow took the diaper bag over to the couch after she had removed her own winter accouterments. Then, she took off Elita's layers of covering. "Okay, sorry...I may have overcompensated a little."
"I peed." Was that all Elita could say? No...the baby was quite intelligent. She'd sit there, and have a full conversation with you...even if you didn't understand half of her words.
"Okay, baby...Mommy's changing you..." Just as Willow had Elita's peepee diaper removed, Eve walked in the door.
"A little young for you, isn't she?" Eve, with all her sexual innuendo, oozed into the room, still on a mission to seduce Willow at all costs. After all, that was Eve's mission in life...and Willow hated to fire the girl b/c she had proved one of the company's best assets, working as liaison for all the senior partners in all the accompanying sections of the company. She had been sent out to New York to cover Glory's tour for the past three months. Guess she was back already...
"Funny, Eve. This is my daughter, Elita." Willow fiddled with putting on the diaper but it wasn't right. What'd she forget this time?
"It's backwards, sweetie." Eve came over, and knelt down beside the couch, helping Willow fix the diaper. Poor Willow was blushing...she really had been getting better at diapering... "Nervous about something?"
"Me? Nervous? No...why would I be nervous? It's just a lazy day at the office, hanging with one of my best girls."
"Didn't know you still thought of me that way..." Eve got the hard look she knew she'd get, and stood back up before setting herself on the other end of the couch, Elita in the middle.
"Remind me again why you're here?" Willow really wasn't in the mood for Eve today.
"Glory's tour...it's over...and I've never been happier. If I had to spend one more day with her minions...I swear, they look like hobbits with leprosy..." Eve reminisced about the couch... "Oh, I miss this couch..."
"Is there something in particular you need?" Willow didn't feel like the trip down memory lane...those days were LONGGGGGggg gone. No more Eve...she had been tempted one too many times...
"Actually, just here to let you know I'm back. That's all...seeing as how you missed me so much, and all..." Eve smirked at Willow behind sexy eyes, and Willow would NOT let herself be tempted. 'Damn that Eve...' "I see you have more important guests, though, so I'll leave you to it..."
Eve left, and things were okay in the office for a few hours. Then, Elita just quit playing with her blocks, and walked over to hop on Willow's lap. The redhead was in the middle of the monthly budget report, and was startled when Elita tugged at her pants. The baby was fine in her lap for a whole five minutes before she fell asleep, clutching to Willow's blouse, sucking on her pacifier.
Willow tucked Elita into the couch, making sure to move the throw pillows to prevent the baby from falling. Then, she went back to her reports. A few hours later, Elita woke up, and it took her all of five minutes to start pitching a fit. She was hungry, and wanted food NOW! Willow had stepped out of the office for a cup of coffee only briefly, and thought...'oh, god, oh god...shefellshefellshefell...' When she got in there, Elita just held her arms up for Willow to take her, which the redhead did with open arms, blushing and still scared that she'd screwed up big time parentwise again.
"I'm sorry, baby. I'm sorry. We'll get you some food, and change your diaper." Willow pulled out some baby food, and fed Elita, then changed her again. This time with a little more success. When lunchtime was over, it was going on two o'clock...two more hours before Buffy showed, and no major occurrences yet...
She went back to her monthly reports, and left Elita to her dolls. Currently, the girl doll was apparently the hero, and would beat up the bad guys...it was too cute.
Willow was engrossed in one particular peak when all of a sudden, a loud THUMP resounded in the room. Seconds later, Elita was a wailing ball of sobs underneath Willow's desk. The baby had tried climbing under the desk, and had miscalculated the 'getup' spot, banging her head harshly on the corner, causing a cut to appear on her little forehead.
Willow panicked, picked her up, and ran her down to the nurse. It was just a minor cut but still...it freaked her out...and Elita still hadn't stopped crying...especially when the nurse cleaned the cut...ouch...
Willow made it up to her office just as Buffy was getting off the elevators, and Elita was still a sobbing wreck, Willow doing her best to calm her. It must've scared the little girl more than anything.
"Elita!!" Buffy came running immediately at the tiniest sound of a sob, and took the baby from Willow's arms. Elita calmed down instantly. Buffy saw the tiny bandage across Elita's forehead, the puffy, red, swollen face of their crying baby, and looked at Willow for an explanation, not having to even ask.
"She was playing while I was doing reports, and tried to crawl under the desk to get to me instead of going around, I guess. She must've hit her head on the corner of the desk." Willow could see Buffy's frustration, and it didn't do anything to help quell her insecurities about being a bad parent. It didn't help that Willow had been trying half an hour to calm Elita down after the nurse, and it took Buffy five seconds.
***END FLASHBACK***
The little tiny bandage on Elita's forehead was missing, as her head rested slumberly against Buffy's shoulder, as she was held between Buffy and Willow while they danced a slow dance on the dance floor. Pretty soon, she'd be out cold.
Dawn and Andrew had left five minutes ago, so the girls were enjoying the last dance of the night before taking their sleeping bundle home. It was a long day...and everybody was worn out...