Sweet William

(Answer to Melissa's Hundred Word Challenge)

Buffy held the squalling bundle close.

“Father?” the nurse asked.

“I don’t know,” the Slayer lied.

“Buffy,” Giles’ face was serious. “Are you sure?”

“What other choice do I have?” A finger traced the line of soft, downy black hair. “At least he’ll live.”

The nurse’s face was compassionate as she claimed the infant.

“He’s going to a good home.”

Sobs wracked Buffy. “I love you, my sweet baby. Oh god, Giles! Don’t let me do this!”

“I’m sorry, Buffy. I can’t tell you how much.” Tears streamed down the Watcher’s face. “It’s the only way to keep him safe.”