Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon. I also do not own the Elvish language from which I have derived the name of the region and all the towns in this story.
A/N: This story is set in the Palurin region. I made up said region, so any previously known Pokemon characters used will probably only be guest stars.
Bandersnatch: And now, on to the prologue!
BIRTH OF A WILLOW
Professor Willow drove as hurriedly as the speed limit would allow… and then some. His fingers were white from grasping the steering wheel. Black hair hung unceremoniously down his face and his dark brown eyes darted to and fro in panic. An Eevee sat in the seat beside him. Its claws dug into the fabric of the seat in desperate effort to keep hold lest he find himself flung to another end of the car as his master sharply turned each corner without slowing.
"I know Bellatrix," Willow said to the Eevee who, only having the ability to say variations of its own name, hadn't said anything at all, "It's the natural order of things, but couldn't natural order be a little more considerate of other peoples schedules? In the middle of a breeding experiment is not the time for my wife to go into labor!"
Bellatrix said nothing, but braced itself as they turned the next corner. Suddenly the Professor realized there was a problem, a big problem.
--Poke--Poke--Poke--
The Previous WeekMrs. Willow stood at the kitchen counter scooping honey over top a bowl of chocolate chip, mint ice cream. It was either that or applesauce mixed with onions, which the Professor could not stand to watch his wife eat. She was a very pretty woman, with long brown hair, and jade green eyes that sparkled when she laughed. She laughed often and that was one of the things Professor Willow liked about her. She was radiant, and somehow her very pregnant stomach only made her more so.
Professor Willow came up behind his wife and put his arms around her waist.
"So how's baby?" he asked.
"Hungry apparently," his wife answered with a laugh, "this is the third bowl I've had within the hour."
Professor Willow smiled and put his hand on his wife's stomach.
"Just think Michael," she sighed, "in about a week, you and I are going to be the parents of the most beautiful girl in the world."
"And what makes you think she's going to be so beautiful?"
Mrs. Willow put her arms around her husband's neck and kissed him softly on the lips.
"She'll have your eyes," she answered.
"Have you named her yet?" asked the Professor.
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because you're going to."
Professor Willow took a step backward, a look of unpleasant surprise in his eyes.
"WHAT?" he exclaimed.
"You can name a baby. You named all of your pokemon."
"I named them after stars Jane!" the Professor cried, "Did you think I came up with Deneb Algedi all by myself?"
"So name our daughter after a star," Jane replied grinning, "it would be unique to say the least." And with that she picked up her bowl of ice cream and skipped off to the living room. The Professor knew it would be pointless to argue. Once Jane made up her mind about something, there was no changing it. He would have to find a name for their daughter.
--Poke--Poke--Poke--
But now his wife was in labor and he still hadn't picked out a name.
"What am I going to do?" he asked Bellatrix. The Eevee had, of course, no idea what his master was even talking about, so it couldn't have answered, even if it had been able to.
The Professor was beginning to think their daughter might actually have to go without an name when, turning the next corner, he had a revelation. He took out a pad of paper and a pencil and began to write. This of course did not improve his driving at all and before long he was pulled over by Iriador Town's own Officer Jenny.
"15 miles over the speed limit," she said, "Where's the fire?"
"Please ma'am," Professor Willow begged, "my wife is in labor. I have to get to the hospital."
Officer Jenny looked through the window at the Eevee in the passenger side. Its fur stood on end and its eyes were wide with fear. If she could have read its mind, she would have known that it was contemplating the afterlife and whether or not pokemon went to heaven.
"Your wife looks quite a bit like an Eevee," Jenny said flatly.
"What?" the Professor looked beside him, "Oh, no. That's Bellatrix. My wife, Jane Willow, is already at the hospital."
"Oh, so you're the new professor from Kanto," Jenny said, smiling. Welcome to Palurin. We'd heard your wife was pregnant. Why don't you put Bellatrix in his Pokeball and come with me? I'll have someone pick up your car and take it to the hospital."
"Thank you," said the Professor, feeling relieved. He put a very thankful Bellatrix back in his Pokeball and got on the back of Jenny's scooter.
"What hospital?" Jenny asked Professor Willow.
"The one in Vanim City," he replied.
"The ride to the hospital was quicker, and safer after that. When they got there, Professor Willow practically jumped from the scooter to the door. He rushed to his wife's room, or at least, he meant to. He actually ended up in surgery and had to turn completely around. When he finally got where he needed to be, he was met by a plump, pleasant looking, dark skinned nurse.
"You must be the father," she said plainly.
"Yes," Professor Willow replied, still gasping for breath.
"She's beautiful," she told him smiling. The Professor hid his face in his hands.
"I missed it!" he cried in exasperation.
"Hey, at least you're here," said the nurse, "some fathers don't even show up! Of course, those are usually the ones who don't have rings on their fingers either."
"She probably hates me now."
"Aw, come on now," said the nurse, consoling him, "she loves you. I know. She wouldn't stop talking about you. I probably know more about you than I ever wanted to know. This little thing… okay, it's a big thing, but it's not going to stop her from loving you."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes I'm sure. Now you go and see your baby girl."
"Thanks," with newfound energy, the Professor began to step into the delivery room.
"Oh," said the nurse, "I almost forgot," she grabbed a clipboard and a pen off a table.
"Name please," she said.
"Professor Michael Willow," the Professor replied.
"I meant the baby's."
"Oh, of course," Professor Willow took out his pad of paper.
"Willow Winshire," he proclaimed. The nurse looked at him quizzically, but wrote it down. Professor Willow began to go into the room again.
"Oh, she's not in there Professor," said the nurse, "they moved her to Maternity."
"What?" said the Professor in obvious shock, "Did something go wrong?"
The nurse laughed. "No sir," she said, "I'll show you, but I think you'll want to say that baby first."
--Poke--Poke--Poke--
The nursery was filled with babies, but the Professor knew Willow instantly. She had her mothers dark hair, full lips, tiny nose, and thin eyebrows, but the eyes. The eyes were all his. He picked up the baby and held her.
"My Willow," he said softly, "my precious darling Willow."
Then he began to sing.
Baby girl, baby girl
Don't you know you're my world?
Keep you safe, keep you warm
Keep you from any harm
You're my joy, you're my love
Angel sent from above
And when I have to let you go
I want you to know
You're my world.
As he finished the song, a nurse came up and put a sign with the baby's name on the crib.
WILLOW W. WILLOW
"Oh my gosh," he said suddenly, "What have I done? … My daughter's a URL!"
A/N: Yeah, couldn't bear to end on a sentimental note. You like so far? Pleeeeese review!