She was sorting out a handful of diapers, hefting them for their weight, tossing the lighter ones back into the trash can. “Is this it for the day?”

“Uhhhh, noooo.” Buzz tipped his head. “Why?”

“Like I said on the phone, I need to keep track.”

It didn’t register with him.

“I left a voicemail.” Willow pushed past him, rolling her eyes, but smiling. “Where’s the rest? Bathroom?”

“Changing table,” Buzz said, following her to the bedroom.

She made a quick assessment of the rest of the diapers. “This ‘the only poopy one?” 

“Uhh, yeah.” Buzz said. “Are you kneading that?”

“Hmmm? No. Just feeling to make sure it’s full.”

“Oh, it’s full. Don’t squeeze it too much.”

“I’m going to wash up,” she said, and shot to the bathroom with the diaper, closing the door swiftly behind her.

“Honey? Willow? Is there something you’re not telling me?”

No sound of running water. No clunk of the toilet seat. 

She was muttering obscenities. 

“Willow?”

“Did you preheat the oven?” she asked through the door.

“Preheat the oven?” he asked baby Shae, as if she might enlighten him.

“Voicemail!” Willow said. “Can you do it now? I brought home DiGiorno's.”

“Frozen pizza on Christmas eve,” He marveled. “A holiday tradition is born.”

Buzz set the oven. He played the voicemail. He bounced the baby on his hip. He half-looked inside the grocery sacks on the counter, knowing not to pry too much. It was Christmas, after all. She’d left work at noon to go shopping, but she only brought home groceries?

Willow soon joined them in the kitchen, still drying her hands on the bathroom towel. “I thought you loved pizza.”

“I do,” he smiled. “I mean it. This could be a great tradition. And it goes great with this!” He pulled a box of wine from the fridge. “Let’s break out the good glasses.”

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They watched the window of the oven as if it were a TV, and just like in the commercial, the pizza crust was rising. Shae was asleep in Willow’s arms. Buzz rummaged through the grocery sacks, spying a DVD from Blockbuster.

“Did you bring home Lubowski?”

She smirked. “I brought home Armageddon.”

“Ah…swell…” he said. “It is my favorite.” 

“We already saw it, I know, but this has special features.”

“Sure. We can watch it,” he said, trying for enthusiasm. 

He was even wearing his Lubowski bowling shirt. They’d talked about it just that morning. It was just released to DVD. 

She hadn’t taken the hint, but that was okay. It was just fine. “Meh. Let’s watch TV.”