Three's Company - Interlude

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Rating: G

Pairing: W/T/B

Timeframe: One week after "Three's Company"

Spoilers: Nope

Summary: Ahhh, that would ruin it :-)


THREE'S COMPANY - INTERLUDE
"Hellmouth Hath No Fury Like A Baby Hungry"

It had been one week since Joy came home to us. One week since 
Willow, Tara, and I were cramped into the birthing room and witnessed 
the glorious sight of our daughter for the first time. My heart had 
spilled over, so full it just couldn't hold anymore happiness. A 
couple of days afterward we brought Tara and Joy home I found I just 
couldn't keep myself away from them. If I wasn't trying to steal as 
many moments as possible with Joy, then I was capturing the moments 
others had with her on camera and video.

But then...

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Buffy told Willow to take Tara out for the night. Take her to the 
movies or a nice dinner, or even both for that matter. She figured 
that they both desperately needed a break. They had been working 
nonstop to get their degrees and then the baby came right on top of 
it all and she knew Tara was starting to feel some cabin fever after 
having been cooped up in the hospital and the house for the past few 
days. That left Buffy and Joy to themselves for a good portion of 
the day.

By the time Willow and Tara came home a few hours later they were 
slightly alarmed. As soon as they walked in it looked like a demon 
had run through the house and wreaked havoc on its way. Then they 
realized that it was just toys. Tons and tons of baby paraphernalia 
covered nearly every inch of the living room, leeching out into the 
foyer and even into the dining room. "Did a toy bomb explode that we 
didn't know about?" Willow muttered as she and Tara cautiously 
stepped through the swamp of plastics and stuffing and made their way 
upstairs. They noticed the bathroom door was open with the light on 
and the sound of trickling water coming from it. They popped their 
heads in and noticed the sink was dripping, diapers in various stages 
of dismemberment were strewn about, and white dust covered nearly 
every inch of surface.

They trekked further down the hallway to the bedroom the three of 
them shared, noting the occasional pile of powder leading to and from 
the room. Willow and Tara couldn't help the already huge smirks they 
had plastered on their faces as they eased the door open. Even more 
toys layered the room and the witches had to wonder how they even 
came into the huge amount of play-things in only one week's time. 
The chuckle burst forth from both women as they saw Buffy and Joy. 
Joy was sleeping soundly in the bassinet, which was in the middle of 
the bed. Buffy, on the other hand, looked like she'd been through 
not just one, but probably five apocalypses. Her lovely blonde 
tresses was splayed in everything direction, some spikes were clearly 
from her pulling on her own hair in frustration. Her face looked 
exhausted, ragged, and drawn. Her eyes were half-open, clearly 
bloodshot, and red rimmed, no doubt from getting puffs of baby powder 
in them. Her clothes were haphazardly layered on her body and her 
shirt hung off one shoulder. She was laying on the bed, but one leg 
and one arm were hanging limply off the side, her face smushed 
against the mattress.

"Oh... my... god," Tara laughed at the insane sight before her and 
throughout the house.

"Give her demons, vamps, and world-ending disasters, no problem. Give 
her a baby for a couple of hours and she's out for the count." Willow 
joked.

"Help..." a tiny, weak voice croaked out and the witches almost 
didn't hear it.

"Buffy?" Willow and Tara asked in concern at the same time, wondering 
if the Slayer really was injured in some way.

"Help. Shoot me. Put me out of my misery." She groaned and shifted 
on the bed, completely exhausted.

Willow and Tara smiled, assured that their lover was indeed safe. 
They curled up onto the bed and Tara pulled Buffy's head onto her 
lap, stroking her hair, or, at least trying to around all the wayward 
knots. Willow peeked over the side of the bassinet and cooed at the 
adorable sleeping baby who sucked on her knuckles.

The witches stripped down, helped Buffy disrobe as her jello-like 
limbs refused to cooperate, and the trio settled down into bed 
cuddling close together while Joy slept beside the bed.

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