Mourning My Loss:Completed!

Mourning My Loss
By: Oracle Of Magic

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the BTVS characters, they are the property of Joss Whedon, and Mutant Enemy productions. No copyright infringement is intended. I am writing this story purely for enjoyment.

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Part 7

Today is the same as yesterday, without the doctors appointment that is. I woke up feeling just as sick as yesterday. My muscles are aching so badly it hurts to move. I went through my morning routine.

I got up, got sick, cleaned up, ate breakfast, and now I’m sitting here on my bed. I don’t know what I’m doing, I guess I’m waiting for the doctor to call. I keep staring off into space, I can’t help it.

I close my eyes and try to clear my head, the phone picks that moment to start ringing, making me jump. Figures, bad timing, just like everything else in my life. I pick up the phone and answer. “Summers residence, Willow speaking.”

“Miss Rosenberg,” the doctor greet me. “How are you feeling this morning?”

“Still sick,” I answer.

“Well, that’s understandable, considering your condition,” he tells me. My jaw clenches. Condition? What condition?

“Condition?” I ask quietly. “Am I gonna be ok?”

“You’ll be just fine, Willow,” he answers me. “I have some good news to tell you actually.” Relief washes over me, good news. He said good news right?

“Thank you doctor,” I answer. “So what is it?”

“Actually, I have good news. You’re pregnant,” he says. I swear my heart stopped. I freeze, I don’t know what to do. I must have misheard him.

“W-what did y-you say?” I ask, stuttering.

“The tests we ran came back positive for pregnancy,” he says. I remain silent, nearly dropping the phone. He said it, he actually said what I thought he said. But how? I mean, I can’t be, no possible way. “Miss Rosenberg? Are you alright?”

“What? Huh?” I reply. I forgot I was on the phone.

“Are you alright?” he repeats. “I take it this wasn’t planned.”

“No,” I answer, my voice hollow. He tells me he’s called in some prescriptions for me, they should be ready at the pharmacy. To combat the morning sickness he says. Morning sickness? He’s also prescribed some pre-natal vitamins. He gives me the number of some doctors to call, and sets up a follow-up visit.

I thank him and hang up the phone silently. This isn’t real. This can’t be happening. I quickly pinch myself. Ouch! Ok, so not a dream, an alternate reality? What’s happening?

I lean back against the headboard, resting one hand on my stomach. A baby’s growing in there? I’m trying to stay calm. What am I gonna do? Who do I tell? Should I tell anyone? God Tara, I wish you were here, you’d know what to do.

I curl up on the bed, hugging my teddy bear close. I’m moving my head in a rocking motion, it’s something I do when I’m nervous. I lay here, trying to figure out what happened, how it happened.

Magic! Suddenly it hits me, it must be magic. I jump to my feet and grab my magic books. There has to be something in here, it must be a spell of some kind. That’s it, a spell, I can deal with this.

Curses, maybe? Demons, definite possibility. Warlocks, could be. Not vampires, they couldn’t do this. Right, get into study-gal mode. I open up 5 books and start to scan all the pages, looking for anything that might help me figure this out.

I know I’ll find the answer, I have to. If not here, then I’ll go to the Magic box and read the books there. Or the internet, that’s right, I’m the hacker, I can work with a computer. Research is my thing, I can do this, I can do this.

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