I have a secret.

A secret I haven’t shared with anyone. Not even with him.

I am going to tell him. Today. Or tomorrow…. Soon.

But for now, for now… I’m just enjoying ‘having a secret’.

A little/big thing that’s all mine. All mine.


Wrapping my arms around my waist, I pull my secret closer to me.

There were things I would need to think about – to do – sometime soon.

But for now, for now… I’m just enjoying ‘wondering’.

Wondering about this little/big magic.

Wondering if it’s a he. Or a she.

If it will look like me. Or him….

My smile flies loose and free again.

I haven’t been able to cage it for days now.



I’m honestly surprised that none of them have noticed; noticed how unbelievably, undeniably happy I am – how overwhelmingly filled by my secret I am.

Well, to say no one had noticed is not exactly true. I think he’s noticed.

It’s in his eyes, when he looks at me…. He knows. He knows ‘something’.



Willow walked around the mausoleum and knocked on the door.

When he opened it, a smile – that smile – graced his beautiful, angular face, and his blue eyes locked with hers.

As he stepped back and let her into his home, she wondered about blue eyes, or green eyes… brown hair, or red hair…

… and then his arms were wrapped around her waist, his lips were at her neck, his coolness was against her warmth.

Willow grinned. Maybe she would tell him. Soon. Or tomorrow…. Now.

Turning in his arms, Willow hugged Spike closer, “Baby, I have a secret.”