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Sorry for posting so late, but hey two chaps in one day is always of the good right? Well I hope you all enjoy!



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William walked into his father’s house and slammed the door behind him. He had had the entire ride home to sit and stew about what he had seen go on between Buffy and what was apparently her boyfriend, and he was absolutely livid.


How dare that asshole touch his Buffy, or more specifically, his wife. The rage that was boiling deep from within him was almost primal. He wanted to go and find out who this git was and rip him limb from limb for ever thinking he was worthy of such a goddess as Buffy.


The phone rang and snapped him out of his jealous rage.


“‘Ello?” he snapped at the person on the other end.


“Will?”


William let his nerves settle slightly. “Hey Cec,” he greeted in a somewhat softer tone.


“Spill,” Cecily demanded, knowing full well something was wrong with her little brother.


Cecily Giles-Adams was the picture of perfection. She was the perfect wife, perfect mother, perfect daughter to their parents, but most of all she had been the perfect sister to William.


Cecily was four years older than William and had looked after him like a mother hen. When their parents had divorced, she was nineteen and William was fifteen. Their parents had thought it best for William to stay with Giles and Cecily was old enough that she could choose for herself where she wanted to live.


She had always been very close to her mother and couldn’t see not moving to England with her. It was hard at first being so far away from her little brother, but they stayed in touch and William came to visit as much as he could.


William let out a heavy sigh. He loved his sister to bits but the way she could read him so well without even seeing his face was a bit frustrating sometimes.


“I really don’t want to talk about it Cec,” he tried.


“Sorry, I didn’t ask all that, now tell me what’s going on,” she demanded.


“Don’t you want to ask me how Kennedy is?” William asked trying to change the subject.


“Well yes, that’s why I called in the first place, but I know since she’s with you and Dad that she’s fine,” Cecily pointed out. “Now tell me what’s bothering you Will,” she asked in a soft voice.


William knew he wasn’t going to get away with not telling his sister what was bothering him. With a heavy sigh, he sat down at the breakfast table to explain himself.


“It all started when your daughter wanted to listen to that bloody crap music of ‘ers on the radio,” he grumbled.


“I see, so it’s Kennedy’s fault you’re in a piss poor mood,” Cecily concluded dryly.


“Yes,” he replied petulantly.


“Why do I have a hard time believing that a seven year old girl wanting to listen to pop music on the radio is the real reason you practically bit off my head when you answered the phone,” Cecily asked knowingly.


“Well that’s how it all got started,” William explained.


“Well I’m curious as to how that is, so please do tell.”


“I let Ken take over the radio, unwillingly I might add, and the DJ on the station announced that they were giving away tickets for a ‘Blue’ concert here in Sunnydale and-,” but he was cut off.


“Did you just say ‘Blue’?” Cecily asked hesitantly.


William couldn’t believe it. His sister had known about Buffy as well. “Bloody hell! Did everyone know about fucking Buffy being this big pop star?” he asked aggravatedly.


“Well hello, seven year old daughter, and besides, you live under a rock William,” Cecily pointed out.


“I do not,” he defended indignantly.


“Please, you had never even heard of the bloody TV show ‘Friends’ for God sake.”


“Well excuse me for not following half the sodding world around the bend,” he replied in a huff.


“The reason we never said anything to you was because we didn’t want to bring up a sore subject,” Cecily explained. “You had moved on, or at least given the impression you had. You were getting a start on your career and making a name for yourself Will, it would have just brought you down to know that Buffy had…” she trailed off not wanting to hurt her brother’s feelings.


“Had found her dream without me,” he finished for her morosely.


“Exactly.”


“Yeah well I tell you what, I wish I would have found out some other way than hearin’ her on the fucking radio,” he stated bitterly.


Cecily felt her heart go out to her brother. He had been through so much because of Buffy and now this was just one more thing to add to the list.


“Will I’m so sorry. Someone should have told you,” she apologized.


“Well this weekend so far has been full of surprises,” he snorted.


“What do you mean?” Cecily asked hesitantly.


“Well first I find out Buffy’s apparently famous and in Sunnydale, then when I went to get my hair cut, I saw her snoggin’ with some bloke on the street,” he explained bitterly.


Cecily had read in the tabloids that Buffy was dating her manager, but she wasn’t about to tell William that.


“Are you serious?” she gasped in mock surprise.


“As a bloody heart attack.” William stated flatly.


“So what are you going to do now?” Cecily asked.


Letting his anger seep to the surface, he replied in a resolute tone, “Something I should have done a long time ago.”


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Buffy sat in her makeup chair as her makeup/hair artist, Amy put the finishing touches on her flawless work. Practice had been short and sweet due to the fact that Buffy couldn’t keep her mind focused enough to get any real work done.


“So what do you think?” Amy asked of her work.


Buffy smiled at Amy in the mirror. “It looks great as always,” she complimented her.


”Well you make my job way too easy. You have such great skin.”


Buffy blushed at Amy’s compliment. “You are too sweet, how much do I pay you again?” Buffy teased.


They both let out a laugh as a soft knock sounded at the trailer door. Amy winked at Buffy and then went to answer the door.


Buffy smiled as she watched her very pregnant red headed friend walk in her trailer.


“Hey Willow,” Buffy greeted brightly. Willow Osborn was married to her bass guitarist Oz, and they were due to have a baby in the next month.


Willow waddled over to Buffy and gave her a quick hug before sitting in the makeup chair next to her.


“Hey,” she replied slightly out of breath. She had only walked across the parking lot but was completely out of breath from lack of breathing room due to her ever-growing waistline.


Buffy reached over and rubbed Willows swollen tummy. “So how is my goddaughter doing in there?”


Willow rubbed her stomach and let out a sigh. “More than ready to come and grace the world with her presence. I swear if she gets any bigger I’m gonna pop,” Willow informed her best friend miserably.


Willow had known Buffy for only four years, but it seemed like they had known each other much longer.


Buffy gave Willow a sympathetic smile. “You only have a month left till you have your body back to yourself,” she pointed out.


“Ugh, four more weeks.” Willow moaned. “You know they say the baby gains like a pound a week in the last month of pregnancy,” Willow informed Buffy with a frown.


Buffy couldn’t help but laugh. Poor Willow was absolutely miserable. Before she had gotten pregnant she was rail thin, and now she looked like a watermelon with toothpicks sticking out as arms and legs. She was most definitely all baby.


“Well at least you haven’t gained a bunch of extra weight,” Buffy pointed out optimistically.


Willow gave Buffy a death look. “Are you kidding me? At my last appointment I had gained like twenty pounds, so I think it’s safe to say I’ve gained some weight,” she replied dryly.


“That’s nothing, with my first one I gained almost fifty pounds,” Amy commented as she walked out of the backroom with every hair product known to man.


Buffy and Willow both looked at Amy wide-eyed. You would never have guessed in a million years that Amy had ever gained that kind of weight. She was as tiny if not tinier than Buffy, and Buffy was very much on the thin side.


“You’re kidding?” Buffy asked disbelievingly.


“Nope, I was huge with Christian, but with Bailey I only gained like thirty or thirty five,” she replied as she got started on Buffy’s hair.


Willow let out a low whistle. “Well you look great now, so maybe I’ll be that lucky and get my body back after the baby’s born,” Willow commented hopefully.


“I have no doubt that you’ll bounce right back Willow, you were in great shape when you got pregnant,” Buffy pointed out.


“Oh then you should be fine,” Amy assured Willow. “I was nowhere close to being as in shape as you were and it only took me like six months to loose all my weight from Christian.”


“Well Oz said that he loves me no matter how much weight I gain, as a matter of fact, he wants me to gain a little bit, you know, to give me some more curves,” Willow said, waggling her eyebrows suggestively.


Buffy let out a full laugh. “If you keep thinking like that then you’re gonna have one hell of a surprise when you go back for your six weeks check up,” Buffy warned playfully.



“Sorry but lately I have been feeling extra frisky,” Willow admitted with a blush.


Buffy and Amy exchanged knowing looks in the mirror and said simultaneously, “Hormones.”


All three girls let a round of giggles take over.


Willow pulled herself out of her chair and let out a huff. “Well I guess I should go and find my husband before he sends out a search and rescue party for me.”


“All right Willow, I’ll see you after the show,” Buffy replied waving to her best friend.


Willow smiled brightly. “Okay, see you two later,” she called back as she waddled out the trailer door.


Buffy couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy towards her best friend. They were so happy and in love. Willow had put everything on hold so she and Oz could be together while he was on the road. Why couldn’t William have done that for her? She knew that was asking a lot, but if you loved someone it wasn’t, right?


Her smile slowly faded as she let thoughts of her estranged husband fill her head. Why had she been thinking about him so much here lately? It must be the fact that she was back in her hometown, no, their hometown.


Amy noticed Buffy sudden mood change and frowned. “Is everything okay Buffy?”


Buffy looked up and gave Amy a forced smile. “Sure, just nervous about tonight I guess,” she covered.


“Well I guess I would be nervous too if it was me having to face everyone from my hometown,” Amy pointed out.


“Yep everyone that knew me before I was someone will more than likely be here tonight,” Buffy replied letting her nerves creep into her gut.


“Do you think he’ll be here tonight?” Amy asked curiously. She knew Buffy’s story and couldn’t help but wonder.


“Last I heard he was in England, so I doubt it very seriously,” Buffy replied trying to sound indifferent, but deep down inside all she felt was hurt.


Amy smiled and went to her task of fixing Buffy’s hair. She could tell Buffy didn’t want to talk about it and decided not to push the issue anymore.


Buffy let out sigh of relief when Amy let the sore subject go. She had way too much to worry about to add thought’s of William to it. If she only knew what tonight really had in store for her.





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