Disclaimer: They belong to Joss Wheden and Panzer/Davis. Though, I’d be willing to take Methos off their hands…
Notes: Sequel to This Can’t Be Happening, as requested. Thank you to everyone who sent me a note telling me they liked it or asking for a sequel. However, I’m not sure whether to be flattered, or frightened, by the person who actually threatened me if I didn’t write a sequel. Anyway, this is the last part in the series. Writing it has been a very interesting experience. Thanks again guys, for making me feel so welcome :-)
“Congratulations, it’s a boy.”
Methos hit the floor with an audible thud.
Willow looked down, face paling slightly. “See, I knew he’d have a heart attack.” She checked his pulse and found it strong. “Oh, good, he just fainted. Wait, he fainted? Why does he get to faint? I’m the one carrying this bundle of joy! When do I get to faint?”
Even after her mini-tirade, Methos didn’t stir. She pulled out her cell phone and dialed Amanda. “Amanda? He fainted. Yup, fainted. As in out cold. What the hell do I do now? Will that actually work? Okay, thanks.”
She hung up, went and got a glass out of the cabinet, filled it with water, and promptly dumped it over her lover’s head.
He came up sputtering. “What the hell was that for?!?”
Willow gave him an evil smile. “You fainted honey,” she said sweetly.
“I what? No, I don’t faint. Why would I…” Shock came over his features as he remembered what she had said.
She nodded her head.
“Bloody hell.” With that, he promptly fainted again.
“Bloody hell, indeed,” muttered Willow.
She nudged him with her foot. When he refused to stir, she kicked him in the ribs. Hard. Then she did it again. He groaned, rolled over and sat up. “Quit kicking me!”
“Then quit fainting!”
He looked up at her, and moved to kneel in front of her. He put a hand gently on her stomach. “We’re having a baby,” he whispered in awe.
“Yeah, we are,” she replied, just as softly.
He jumped up, picked her up in his arms, and swung her around. “We’re having a baby!”
She hung on for dear life, and threatened, “If you don’t put me down this instant, I’m gonna throw up on you.”
He hastily put her down, laughing, unable to hide his excitement. “We’re having a baby!”
“You already said that honey. Twice.”
“I know, it’s just that…I’m not even sure I can put it into words. I’ve thought of what it would be like to have a child so many times over the years. I’ve even had stepchildren, but I never really got to raise them as my own. This is something I never dreamed could be possible.” He pulled her into his arms. “Thank you for this amazing gift.” He buried his face in her neck, and she could hear the tears in his voice, and feel them on her skin. They stood there for a few minutes before he pulled back and asked, “So, you said something about Giles and research?”
“Yeah, he’s looking into potential prophecies, and all that stuff, very, very quietly. I’m hoping we can keep this to ourselves, and avoid headhunters and watchers. I’ve managed to stay off the watcher radar, and they don’t know you’re immortal. If we’re lucky, we’ll just be another couple of parents-to-be to the rest of the world.”
“I’m sure Joe will be willing to help on that front. If we have to, we can always make new identities and move somewhere else, at least until the baby’s born. Ditching your watcher isn’t as hard as you’d think.” Methos grinned. “Some of them are pretty slow, and I’m not talking physically.”
Willow smacked his arm, while trying unsuccessfully not to laugh. “Methos! That’s not very nice.”
“Whatever gave you the idea I was nice?”
Willow gave him a sly look. “I’ve always thought you were very nice.”
“Is that so?” he asked. “Well then, I’ll just have to show you how nice I can be, when properly motivated.”
He swept her up into his arms, and carried her, giggling all the way, into the bedroom.
Much later, though still in bed, Methos had a thought.
“We don’t have to tell anyone I fainted, right?”
“Twice, honey, you fainted twice.”
“Alright, we don’t have to tell anyone I fainted twice then, right?”
Willow smirked. “There’s just one small problem with that.”
Methos began to look worried. “Problem? What problem?”
“When you fainted the first time, I didn’t know what to do, so I called Amanda.”
“Amanda! You called Amanda? Why would you do that? I would have woken up eventually.”
“Get over it already. I’m the one who’s pregnant. I’m the one whose lover, on hearing such news, fainted in shock, scaring me half to death. Besides, I’m sure she can be bribed to keep quiet.”
“She’s probably already taken out an advertisement in every major newspaper around the world to share this lovely little tidbit.”
“Naw, she wouldn’t go that far. Besides, I swore her to secrecy about the baby. She’ll wait to share the fainting episode until she can explain why.”
“That, and she’ll want me to be there when she humiliates me,” Methos muttered darkly.
“So, how much do you think it would take to get her to keep this quiet?”
“Honestly? Probably more than the total of all the riches you’ve ever owned. On the bright side, she’ll probably only tell Duncan, Joe, and Richie.”
“Oh, is that all?”
“No need to get snide with me. I’m not the one who fainted. Twice.”
“I’m never going to live that down, am I?”
“Look at it like this: You’ll have quite a story to tell your son someday.”