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Pre-series.
Exhausted but exhilarated , she is finally holding her newborn daughter, cupping the tiny skull in her hand, supporting the still-fragile neck. She wonders who this helpless, delicate being will become, what she’ll do with her life. Whether she’ll look like her mother.
Her mother. That’s an unnerving phrase. Can she be the mother this child needs? How will she keep her safe from all the terrors this world holds?
“So, have you finally decided on a name?” her husband asks, his voice teasing yet filled with love.
“Oh, yes, Hank. Once I saw her face, I knew. She’s Buffy.”
Exhausted but exhilarated , she is finally holding her newborn daughter, cupping the tiny skull in her hand, supporting the still-fragile neck. She wonders who this helpless, delicate being will become, what she’ll do with her life. Whether she’ll look like her mother.
Her mother. That’s an unnerving phrase. Can she be the mother this child needs? How will she keep her safe from all the terrors this world holds?
“So, have you finally decided on a name?” her husband asks, his voice teasing yet filled with love.
“Oh, yes, Hank. Once I saw her face, I knew. She’s Buffy.”