Special Someones
by gnome
Special Someones
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I own nothing, I sell nothing, I know nothing except that Joss is the man!
I know its horrible, but I'm still looking for help with my stories. Once I find help I will be more than willing to adjust everything for you guys. Have fun and I hope you enjoy it :)
Moving trucks had been moving someone's belongings a few blocks from Joyce's gallery. Curiosity filled the mother for days before the owner seemed to show up. When the moving trucks stopped coming by Joyce decided she should introduce herself and welcome this new family to Sunnydale.
A muffin basket was in her hands as she walked up the steps. She was excited and slightly nervous. The mother had always done this sort of thing but each time she got this feeling. Taking another deep breath she knocked on the door. Standing there she waited for the resident to answer.
On the other side of the door a woman started to unpack her belongings. Picking up her little helper she made her way to the door, bouncing the bundle on her hip as she went down the stairs. Both giggled as the woman opened the door. As soon as the three met silence broke out between the two women.
"Willow?" Joyce was lost. Here was her daughter, well she had always considered Willow her daughter. But she left years ago after an incident with one of her daughters Dawn.
"Uh, Ms. Summers," Willow was shocked. She didn't know what to do. Here she was a single mother, just moving into her home and her best friends mom comes by. "Do you wanna come in?" It was the polite thing to do and Ms. Summers had been nothing but kind to her.
The older woman stood there for a moment before walking in. Luckily there was a couch so Willow walked her there to sit down, since it looked like Joyce was about to pass out. As Joyce sat Willow asked her, "Would you like some water?"
Looking up at her daughter she saw the baby in her arms. The small girl clung to her mother, trying her best to hide. "Willow, who is..."
Before Joyce could finish her sentence she looked down to her daughter. "Oh, sorry, this is my daughter, Dylan." Moving the red hair from her daughters' face she smiled into emerald eyes staring back at her.
"I have so many questions Willow." Her voice and eyes showed her pain. Sitting down next to her only mother figure she replaced her daughter to sit on her lap. Looking at the oldest Summers.
"I'm sorry Ms. Summers about everything, but I couldn't come back." Her voice drifted off as her gaze shifted from brown eyes to the floor.
Joyce knew it must have been hard for her. To leave, to come back, have to raise a child on her own. None of her friends or family there to help her through any of it must have been so hard for this young woman. Lifting her hand she raised Willow's chin. Watching the tears stream down her face she looked into those emerald eyes that used to shine like nothing else.
"Willow, I'm here for you now. I don't know what you've been though these years, but please let me help you now," smiling warmly to her daughter and new granddaughter.
Willow couldn't help it and wrapped her free arm around Joyce, hugging her tight. Joyce quickly returned the hug. The two stayed that way until something between them began to wiggle. Separating the two looked down at Dylan.
"Can I hold her?" She spoke careful, hoping wasn't over stepping her bounds.
Willow gave her famous smile and carefully handed her baby to her mother. Dylan sat there on her lap, she was such a shy baby not used to being around anyone but her mother. Willow could sense Dylan's uneasiness and held her little hand. "It's ok." Smiling at her baby, who smiled back at her.
The three girls just sat there until Joyce looked down at her watch. "Oh, I'm sorry Willow, but I should get back to work."
Fear gripped her as the thought of her friends finding out. What would they think? They would hate her. What about her daughter? What would she tell them when she didn't even understand everything that happened?
"Breathe Willow." Placing one hand on her shoulder she tried to help Willow come back. "I won't tell them anything."
"I'm sorry. I-I-I," she couldn't speak. Joyce carefully let Dylan on the ground. Placing both hands on Willows shoulders she looked into her eyes. She had been through so much and had a hard life since the last time she saw her.
"Willow, is it ok if I come by again tomorrow. Maybe I could help you move in, or get you some groceries?" Tomorrow would be Saturday and she could spend the whole day with her.
Willow smiled at her before wrapping her arms around Joyce. Holding her tight she began to cry. Her tears were a mixture of everything, happy and sad at the same time with everything in her life. She was so happy to finally have someone she could talk to.
Releasing her tight grip Willow smiled. Joyce lifted her hand and wiped her own tears away as the woman next to her did the same. Getting up Joyce hugged Dylan once more then Willow. Saying goodbye she left. Knowing she would be coming back more often and that she would be keeping a huge secrete from everyone.
Willow was so happy to finally have a family member know about her daughter. Dylan was her baby, and the one person who kept her from doing anything 'bad' these long years. Picking up her baby girl she headed back upstairs. There were stilling boxes to unpack.
Walking into her daughters room she looked around. It was looking good. Her parents knew about her daughter. She was scared to tell them, but knew she had to. No matter what they thought of her choices for the last 4 years they had a grandchild and needed to know. They helped her with money, but said they weren't able to come and help. Business they said. 'We're done raising kids,' was one of the first things her father told her. That made her mad and laugh at him. How could they call what they did raising a child. They had left her alone since she was 13, and before that they left her with a babysitter.
She was still mad at them, but refused to cut her parents out of her life. She had lived on her own, had a job, and was raising her baby alone. Letting her girl play on the floor she looked around the room. The color she had chosen to paint it was perfect. It was nice green room, one that was bright enough without hurting the eye.
There was her small bed with soft slightly raised edges so her itty bit wouldn't fall out, a dresser full of cute outfits, and tons of learning toys. Sitting down on a rocking chair she rocked back and forth. She needed some time to think and wanted to be able to sit down and relax. Dylan came up and wanted to sit on her mothers lap. Picking her up she began rubbing Dylan's back the baby soon began sucking her thumb.
She loved these moments. Sitting down with her baby and having a moment of peace. Times like these made it all worth it, the hard times, the lonely times, and now the happy times. Kissing her baby's head she let out a sigh.
After taking a small nap Willow awoke with Dylan still asleep in her arms. Kissing her head again she stood up. Hugging Dylan close she went downstairs to the kitchen. She knew Dylan would be hungry when she woke so she placed her baby on a blanket on the couch in the living room. Going back into the kitchen she pulled out the few things she bought at the store. There wasn't much, just a few things she got on her way back to Sunnydale.
Not having time or energy on cooking she pulled out a TV dinner and placed it in the oven. Pulling out a bottle of water from the fridge she opened it and took a big drink. Sighing again she knew things were going to be hard moving back but she was still scared. Scared of what her family would think when they found out.
"Mommy," coming from the living room brought her back. There stood her girl walking towards her while rubbing her eyes.
"Hey there baby girl. Are you hungry?" A simple nod was all she needed. Picking up Dylan she sat her in her chair at the table. Picking a few things from the fridge she returned with a bowl and sippy cup. "What would you like?" Giving her choices was something she really liked. Choosing what she wanted Willow gave her the proper amount of each food and juice before pulling out her TV dinner and joining her.
Willow played with Dylan while she ate. Dylan was a very smart and quiet girl for her age. Then again being Willow's daughter had to have something to do with it. After both were done eating she let Dylan out and told her to wash her hands and face. Going to the bathroom she did her business and washed up.
Willow cleaned the kitchen and threw out the trash before her Dylan came back. "Mommy, read story." Her smile was bright with hope.
Not one to let her baby down she held her hand out for Dylan to take. Leading her way upstairs she let Dylan pick out a book and bring it to her. Sitting down on the bed with her back against the headboard she got comfy. Letting her redhead sit between her legs she held the book open and began to read the story.
Dylan kept pointing to the words and trying to say them with her mother. Willow was so proud of her daughter. When the story was done Dylan decided it was time to play. "Play?"
"I can't Dylan, I have to work baby. But you be good and have fun, ok." Dylan nodded her head and began to play with her toys. She was a smart girl and played with toys that helped her learn. Big surprise huh.
Willow went to her work room and began to type away on her computer. She would build computer programs for companies. She made the programs while a man sold her product to the highest bidder. He would call her or email her if there was a special order and she would make what was necessary. This made it so she had freedom. She could live where she wanted and work at her speed.
Willow was close to working out the bugs in a program and shipping it to Greg, the man she shipped all her work to. He sold it and put her share in her bank account. She didn't have to worry about running out of money since she was very good at her job.
She always made sure to stop and put Dylan first, no longer doing her long research projects. Rolling the chair backwards she looked through the doorway and into Dylan's room. Watching her redhead play made her smile. Knowing that she wasn't doing a horrible job at raising her child always made her feel good.
Going back to work she kept at it. Noticing the lack of sunlight she looked at the clock. Turning off her computer she stood and stretched her limbs. "Dylan bedtime," walking in she pulled out some pj's. Dylan climbed onto the bed and raised her arms. Lifting the shirt up and over she replaced it with her pj top. Laying back Willow eased her pants and socks off before sliding on her pj bottom.
Pulling the sheets back Dylan climbed under the covers and giggled as Willow ticked her. "Ok, sleep time." Coving up the redhead she tucked her in gently. Kissing her head she turned the nightlight on and room light off.
Closing the door most of the way she went to her own room. It was painted a nice deep red color. Pulling out her pjs she changed before heading back downstairs. Making sure all doors and windows were locked and covered before heading upstairs to do the rest with the windows there.
Once done she went back to her room and got under the covers, letting sleep take her. It wasn't long until a little somebody came into her room. The slight noise immediately woke her up. "What is it baby?"
"No alone." Sighing she pulled the blankets back and let Dylan climb in bed with her. Dylan was a snuggler, always craving contact. Something Willow had the same problem with, she had always wanted to have physical contact, but never got it for most of her life.
Holding her close the two quickly fell asleep. Dylan loved her mother and always wanted her to be there; holding her, talking to her, and just being with her. One of her favorite things was being held by her mother and she would do anything to be in her arms.
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