but daddy i love them

But Daddy, I Love Them- i’m having his baby

“Kali, I got your beer,” Ghira calls, closing the door, turning toward the couch. “What’s going on?” His stomach drops to the floor. This is it, the bubble finally popped. He knew he should’ve said something. He knew how he felt; hell, he knew how Kali felt towards the girl that graced their bed. Willow had come in like a tornado, and it was time she left like a tornado, leaving both of them in a state of utter destruction.

Kali sits next to Willow, who looks ready to bolt or throw up, “Everything’s fine, I promise.” There’s a glimmer of happiness in Kali’s eyes, in contrast to Willow’s reddened eyes.

“I’m pregnant,” Willow whispers, and Ghira almost thinks he misheard when he sees the test.

His mouth moves before he can think, “I love you.” Everything freezes as Willow’s eyes widen. It was true. Ghira would be lying if that first night didn’t change the course of their lives forever. He loves Kali more than life itself, they had the legal documents to prove it. Willow was special. She had come in with the wind, and she was gonna either keep them standing strong or leave them devastated.

“Is it because of the baby or-”

“I mean it.”

Kali speaks up, “So do I.” She’d whispered it into the younger girl's hair plenty of times, never while she was awake; she tended to doze off after they had been affectionate.

“You do?” She looks every bit the terrified 18-year-old she is. For all her confidence she shows on a normal day, all of it has fled her body. She is scared, and she has no idea what she’s gonna do. Especially with the addition of a baby in the mix. She’d fallen hard and fast for the man in front of her and the woman next to her. They felt like home, and that scared the shit out of her.

Ghira kneels in front of her, taking both her hands. His eyes move to Kali for half a second as she nods. No time like the present, “Marry us?”

“What?” The blonde squeaks out, her head swinging as she looks between her loves.

“Right here, right now.”

“But we can’t-”

Kali interrupts Willow’s frantic line of thinking, “We may not be able to get married in a church, but pretty girl, I don’t think there’s anything holier than this living room with all three of us in it.”

Willow’s smile cracks across her face, she playfully shrugs, “Might as well,” and Kali’s lips are against hers. Breaking apart after a few moments, the dark-haired woman's forehead doesn’t leave her own, just breathing in the space between them. Ghira has already moved into action, throwing the take-out boxes left on the coffee table before moving the coffee table to make space in the middle of the floor.

“LITTLE TWERP, BABY BRANWEN I KNOW YOU’RE HERE GET YOUR ASSES UP HERE. SIENNA, YOU TOO.” Ghira yells down the staircase, and they have no doubts the preteens in question hear him.

“Ghira Belladonna, if you just need toilet paper, I’m gonna kill you.” A scrappy-looking 12-year-old girl comes up the stairs, Raven Branwen, her twin brother Qrow dragging up behind her. Sienna Khan, who had been the same year as Kali and Ghira, is two steps behind him. “What’s going on?” The black haired girl questions, stopping in the middle of the floor, causing Qrow to bump into her, which causes a domino effect, and the three newcomers are on the ground.

“Get off, can you two not be assholes for once?” Sienna stands up, brushing off her pants, and she smiles warmly at the two women on the couch. “You must be Willow, I’ve heard great things about you.” The blonde smiles, shaking her hand before she’s pulled into a hug by the woman.

Kali grins at her cousin, “You wanna play preacher for a few minutes? Raven, Qrow, how do you feel about being our witnesses?” Qrow makes a gagging face while Raven rolls her eyes.

Sienna grins in return, “Let’s get this show on the road,” and so Willow clad in her lover’s tshirt and sweatpants, Kali wearing jeans and a tank top with her leather vest and Ghira whose clothes still hadn’t fully dried from helping Willow in the shower stood in a circle taking each others hands.

“I vow to you, come hell or high water, I will love you to the grave and beyond. I will always wait for you.” Ghira had done nothing but wait on the two women in front of him all his life; whether or not he was aware of it, he had. Ghira had been born a week before Kali in the same exact hospital, when Kali was placed into the bassient next to his, the screaming baby known as Ghira Belladonna had quieted and slept peacefully.

“I vow to you, come hell or high water, I will love you to the grave and beyond. I will find you.” Kali didn’t know what they were about to face, but she knew without a doubt she would find them. Both of them.

“I vow to you, come hell or high water, I will love you to the grave and beyond. I will always run to you.” Willow had already proved that earlier in the day. She’d found trouble, and she ran to them. She trusted them to hold her and protect her, a place where her “family” had failed.

“You may now kiss.” There’s a moment of confusion as they realize they don’t know who to kiss first, Ghira reaches for Willow after all it is her first wedding, then Kali kisses Willow and suddenly everything was at peace until the room was bathed in red and blue lights.

Willow lets tears fall as she watches Ghira be put into cuffs and pulled away from her. That’s when she sees her father. “How dare you. I would’ve come home.”

“Never underestimate who you are dealing with. We moved up the wedding, it’ll be at the end of the month.” Willow feels her future slipping through her fingers. She’ll run the first chance she gets. She’ll have to, after all, this baby needs their parents. Shit the baby, the blonde moves her hands in front of her stomach as if she can shield it from the noise and lights.

As she’s forced into the truck, she watches as Kali, also crying, hits her knees in the dirt. They were being separated, all three of them. Later, Willow would find out that Ghira was charged with kidnapping, even if Willow was 18 and there of her own volition. No one listened to her as she begged to get the charges dropped. Before she knew it, Ghira was being sentenced to 5 years in prison and 5 years on parole, where one of the conditions was that he would have no contact with Willow.

Two days before the wedding to Jacques, Willow is finally left alone. She’s sitting on the porch watching Snowfall as she prances around, hands over her stomach. She startles at the sound of gravel crunching, and she meets a set of familiar eyes. Running off the porch, the blonde launches herself into Kali’s arms, kissing her fiercely. When they break apart, the dark-haired woman doesn’t waste any time pulling Willow to the still-running bike, “He wanted me to show you something.” An hour later, Kali pulls up to a farmhouse. It looks like something out of a picture book. “There’s enough room for Snowfall here, and there’s a room up on the second floor begging to be turned into a nursery.” They spent the rest of that day making that house into a home. Even if she never lived in it, it was home, Willow thought to herself as they decorated the nursery in a snowy theme.

Willow had managed to keep the pregnancy from the prying eyes of her father and Jacques until the morning of the wedding, when the desperation grew to be too much. “I can’t marry him.” She was putting her foot down, no more games, she would not walk down that aisle.

“You have no choice.” Her father says in the same tone he uses to end business negotiations. A nail in the coffin, a final killing blow.

“It’s a free country.” Her voice rises, and her desperation worsens.

“Not for you it’s not.” Willow goes cold. She knew her father was a cruel man, but this was downright barbaric.

“I’m pregnant.” Before she can register, her father moving his hand strikes her across the face. Her father was a prideful and hateful man, especially when it came to her. Willow dissociates through the rest of the ceremony, not showing a hint of emotion, only grieving for the life she’s missing. Especially considering she was already a wife.

Seven months later, Willow was in a bed in a hospital alone. Klein was waiting in the hall as Willow was screaming through contraction after contraction. She was barely 19, and having a baby alone. It was preferable to the option of having her horrible excuse of a husband or her now dead father looming in the corner.

The door opens, allowing a dark-haired figure into the room. Klein must’ve called her when he left the room. Klein and Sienna had been running communication between the three, Sienna managing to hide notes around the estate from both Kali and Ghira, all of which were burned after memorization. “Hey, pretty girl.”

Willow rolls her eyes before tensing up through a contraction, “If I weren’t so busy giving birth, I’d kiss you.”

“Well, Willow Belladonna, I think I have a solution to that problem.” Kali presses a kiss to Willow’s forehead. Through her pain, Willow’s smile steals Kali’s breath, “Ready to have a baby?” The blonde nods, if she can’t have both of them here, one would have to be enough. 14 hours later, with a final push, at 5 pounds 8 ounces, Winter Bella Schnee enters the world.

“Hi, sweet girl. I’m Kali, I’m your mommy. I’m so glad to meet you.” Willow feels a tear fall down her face watching Kali mother their child. The grieves for what Ghira is missing, grieves for the life that they are missing. Kali bounces slightly as she walks back to the bed, placing the baby in Willow’s arms. “What’s her name?”

“Hello, Winter Bella Schnee. I’m your mama,” Willow’s breath catches in her throat as she tries to speak through a sob, “Now, your papa isn’t here, but that’s okay. He loves you so much.” Kali’s eyes shine in the dark, full of unshed tears.

“Sleep, pretty girl. I’ve got her.” Willow wishes the night would last forever, but the next day, Klein wheels Willow to the waiting car, and she’s returned to her own prison.