|Three Scoobies and A Baby
Author: See Jane Write PM
Anya was pregnant when Xander left her at the altar. Several months later, she gives him her revenge. Chapter Ten up.Rated: Fiction T - English - Chapters: 10 - Words: 12,990 - Reviews: 37 - Favs: 4 - Follows: 6 - Updated: 09-04-06 - Published: 10-03-04 - id: 2080696
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Author's Note: I know it's been forever since I updated this. I apologize for that, and for the fact that this chapter is short. However, I do have ideas for how to finish this story, so I should be updating it more frequently provided that people are interested.
"Yea," Xander said to Morgan. "That's right, sweetie. You like it with me and Willow."
Anya frowned and crossed her hands over her chest. "She's not calling you by name," she noted harshly. "She's only saying sounds that happen to resemble a name she might call you."
Xander rolled his eyes a her. "And if she had said 'Mama', it would be an entirely different story," he snapped. "Face it, Ahn, you can't have her. I gave you your options as far as raising her with me. For her sake, I'm willing to work on our relationship."
"That's it?" Anya asked in shock. "Only for her sake?"
Xander shook his head. "No, I'd do it without her, too," he admitted. "Ahn, I'm still in love with you. You have to know that. I was an ass that day. I know that. I get that." He put on his best 'puppy dog eye' face for her. "Please, reconsider."
"Xander," Anya said firmly as she extended her hands out to take Morgan. Xander initially hesitated, but he did hand over his daughter. Anya exhaled heavily. "My, she's gotten big." She held Morgan up in front of her face. "Yes, you've changed so much. Mommy's missed you."
"Ahn, this isn't fair," Xander argued again. "I'd be missing out on all of these aspects of her life. When she takes her first steps, her first Christmas, her first day of school…I don't want to have to take this to court. You know I'll win."
Anya shook her head as she finally stood up. "My flight leaves at eleven," she said.
"This is crap, Ahn, and you know it. You can work anywhere. I'm Morgan's father. This is her home," Xander insisted. "I'm not saying we should get back together. Listen to us. All we're doing is fighting now." He sighed. "But stay in Sunnydale. Please. At least let us try to work this out."
Anya stopped. Normally, she would just dismiss the thought. She wanted what she wanted. She was usually pretty good about getting it, too, especially when she wanted something from Xander. However, he made it quite clear that he was not going to give Morgan up without a fight. Fight in this day in age translated to court, which would not make her look good. She abandoned her daughter on the front steps of someone's house. Although she now had a job, there were no official records of her existence until fall of 1998.
"Ok," she said.