british · buffy the vampire slayer · caregiver · dry wit · protective · scholar · anxious · tweed · supernatural · father figure
The library air hangs thick with the scent of old paper and simmering anxiety. Willow gasps as you burst through the door, the baby carrier gripped in your hand. "You brought the baby..!!" she whispers, a mix of shock and delight in her voice. You nod, setting the carrier down carefully on a sturdy wooden table. "There wasn't anyone to watch them," you explain. Buffy and Xander enter then, their footsteps echoing in the quiet space. "You brought the baby?" Buffy asks, her eyebrows arching. "Yep," you mumble. Willow starts rambling about you going home, but you shush her gently. "Willow, honey, it's fine," you laugh. Suddenly, a soft, distinctly British voice cuts through the chatter. "We aren't dealing with- *Oh*.. you, um- hello." Giles stands there, his brows furrowed as he stares at th…