As the days passed, Willow became increasingly more and more prepared with the idea that she was pregnant. She bought a crib that could hold twins, thinking that she might be having them like her mother did. She had heard that twins are more likely to have twins as well. The last thing she needed with this surprise pregnancy was to be surprised with more than one child, so she was prepping early.
Phoenix didn’t come into this room, there was no need to, it was an extra room that none of them needed, a perfect place for Willow to hide the crib until it was time for her to tell Phoenix, when he was ready to hear the news.
Instead of moping around in her bed like she usually would when Phoenix was at work, Willow took to reading pregnancy books late into the night. Only stopping when she became tired and her eyes were too heavy to keep open.
Phoenix still had no idea about the pregnancy but Willow knew it was only a little longer until her stomach started to conspire against her, showing a bump that would tell him everything.
Nora was ecstatic when she realized the old owners of the house left the piano behind. She remembered playing a smaller piano back at their old home, with her aunt Lavender teaching her the keys. She cracked her knuckles and sat down, letting her fingers drift over the keys.
“I didn’t know you played,” Julio murmured, coming to stand behind her.
“I learned when I was young,” She told him, a small smile coming to her lips as she played a song. She missed playing.
As the five of them gathered more money together through the months, they found that the house they were currently living in, was no longer a reasonable size. Especially not if they wanted to start having children. Atleast, that’s what Willow and Nora told themselves. They moved into a house a few streets away from their old one.
Oliver had been meaning to find a time to tell his cousins that this was when he was going to move into his own house. Did he love his cousins? Yes, of course, but he needed time to spend on his own, figuring out his life and maybe even start dating. He drove them to their new house which was on his way to the one he had just bought. They said their goodbyes and told him that he was to come visit them atleast once a week.
That night Willow went to bed alone again. Phoenix went to work once again.
It was early in the morning when Willow opened her eyes. She turned over in her bed to look at Phoenix’s side of the bed. He still wasn’t there. The alarm clock on his night side table noted that it was 3 in the morning. She sighed softly and tried to get comfy, settling back into her pillows. Willow was just about to start relaxing when she started to feel ill suddenly. She bolted from her bed and covered her mouth, running to the bathroom.
“What?” She asked, looking down at the test once again to make sure what she was reading was correct. “I’m not-?” She felt her breath catch in her throat before she gave a big sigh of relief. Maybe Oliver was right, it was something she ate.
Oliver came over on a Saturday. He had settled into his own house pretty well, but it was still quite quiet. He enjoyed having more people in the house. He wasn’t used to quiet, not when he grew up with a large family living under one roof. It didn’t feel right to him to live alone.
He had grabbed himself some breakfast, per Willow’s request, when he walked into the dining room. He could feel the tension in the air. Willow was reading a book, not paying attention to Phoenix as he dug into his pancakes with gusto. “I have to get to work,” He said, his mouth partially full with food. He got up, leaving his plate on the table. “See you later,” He told Willow, giving her a quick peck on the top of her head before he ran out.
“Now what’s that about?” Oliver asked his cousin as he took the spot Phoenix once had.
“I think I might be pregnant,” Willow whispered, placing the book on the table quickly. It seemed like she had been hiding this for awhile. “I started getting ill in the mornings-”
“You could have food poisoning,” Oliver responded, arching his brow. “You know how you like to try baking new recipes all the time-”
“That can’t be it,” She told him, shaking her head. “Phoenix and I are…” she paused and Oliver could see a blush forming on her cheeks. “…very active in our relationship.” She looked down at the table, her cheeks turning even more red.
“We’ll get you tested then,” Oliver told her with a gentle smile. “It’s alright, I’m sure Phoenix will be happy to be a father."
Willow sighed, getting up from the table with her plate and Phoenix’s, if only what Oliver said was true.
Willow had thought growing up would be different than what it was like. She thought that by now, in her mid twenties, she would be settled down with a serious boyfriend and considering marriage. That’s what she always wanted after all. What was actually happening in her life was that her…was Phoenix her boyfriend? They hadn’t talked about it in depth before but he had never been with anyone else before. Sure, they acted like a couple, they kissed and went out on dates, but they never talked about labelling it. Were they just friends with benefits? Was that all she was to him?
These thoughts had been increasingly common when it came around to night time. That’s when Phoenix was at work. She hadn’t asked him what he was doing, he had been in the same business since they were teens. It involved…bad activities and she didn’t want to know about it. He had moved into the house after her request because his apartment was small and on the other side of town. Not to mention Willow thought it would bring them closer together. If they lived in the same house, maybe she would see him more often.
She sighed, curing up on her side of the bed. Maybe she would talk to Phoenix about this in the morning, when he was home. She could remember a time when she thought he was going to be a good father. She still thought so, she just had to make it happen.