Oz visits England in the spring, when blossoms dance from cherry trees onto the walkway.
He smiles, like he always does, slow and sweet and ever-so-faint, and looks up at Giles. "The shamans cured the werewolf part, which is nice," he said softly. "But they asked one favor of me before I left."
Giles looked at him and frowned, a million horrible scenarios in his head. "W-What did they ask?"
Oz's smile was tender, sweet, almost maternal, and he wrapped his hands around his stomach. "Mystical pregnancy. All of the side effects, none of the fun, but call me 'Mommy'."
This Angel/Buffy the Vampire Slayer story was written by Kate Bolin. If you liked it, there's plenty more at http://www.dymphna.net/fanfic/. And you can feedback her at dymphna@dymphna.net.