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I have it done so I'm posting a little early. Just so my flist doesn't lose it in the shuffle I put up a new chapter of Truth & Poss. today too.
Title: A Baby Story
Rating: G
Pairing: Buffy/Spike brief mention of Xander/Dawn
Summary: This takes place ten years after Chosen in the same universe as my fic “Back From Africa Again.” I thought it would be interesting if they actually had to try to have a family.
Disclaimer: I don’t pretend to own any of these characters and I’m not making any money off them.
A/N My Welcome Back to the Hellmouth Ficathon story. This is for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
redeem147 who wanted pregnancy fic with humor, pathos and good writing . I tried Colleen, I hope you like it. And thanks as always to janedavitt for the beta.
It was early Sunday evening and the start of Buffy and Spike's day off. Buffy was paging through a catalog while using Spike’s chest as a comfy cushion. “Oh, this bag is cute, but do you think I should get something more luggage-like? Xander is going to be carrying it as much as Dawn.”
“Hmm, the denim one with the little Tigger on it is a nice compromise. You want one, don’t you?”
“A diaper bag or a Tigger?” Buffy asked, knowing he didn’t mean either.
Spike said, “A baby. Seems everyone we know is in the family way lately.”
Sure, it was going to be fun to play auntie to Dawn and Xander’s little boy and to the kids of the few Slayers who had a family. But Buffy still killed her houseplants. She didn’t actually want a baby of her own. Well, she didn’t want to want one. It had taken so long for her and Spike to work things out. She didn’t want him to think she was unhappy with just him. “I’m over wanting what everybody else has.” It was mostly true. “I have something nobody else can.”
“What’s that, love?”
“You.” That was definitely true.
“Flatterer. If you do, there’s ways to go about it; magic, science, or both. We could have a chat with Willow.”
“Is this about what you think I want or what you want, Spike?”
“Forget I said anything. It was a bloody stupid idea.” There was that old familiar yearning in Spike’s voice. The one that said he wanted the impossible so badly he could taste it.
“You know you’re allowed to want stuff from me.”
“Yeah, I know, but I’m not so Victorian that I don’t realize this is something you have full veto power over.”
“You got that right, but I’ll need all the facts first. I want to hear why you want to be a daddy.” Buffy turned so she was face to face with Spike. Her heartbeat picked up. Whatever they decided to do, this was going to be a moment to remember.
“I don’t know. I haven’t thought it through, just thought it would be nice, is all,” Spike said, shrugging.
“That’s it? The reason you want me to be the mother of your child is you thought it’d be nice?”
“What was I supposed to say?” Spike asked.
“You were supposed to tell me you wanted us to give me a gift that had nothing to do with death. Maybe say that you knew I’d make the most beautiful pregnant woman on earth and the best mom ever. Not that I would be either one, but you’re supposed to think it.” Buffy pinched him. “I thought maybe you’d talk about how our kid would be beautiful and smart.” This had to be because of all the time Spike spent with Xander these days. He was acting way too much like a regular guy.
Spike smirked and Buffy knew she’d been caught. “Sounds to me like you’ve thought on this quite a bit,” he said.
Forget about blaming Xander; it was Giles’ fault. Spike wasn’t becoming guy-ish; he was just being sneaky about getting her to admit to her own feelings. “Okay, so maybe there was some thought. Just a little baby thought about babies, a bit, but not quite a bit. There wasn’t any quite.”
“Somebody wise just told me it was okay to want things. We’ll be all right even if the thing you want is something I can’t give you,” Spike said softly.
“Promise?”
“I know it, and I can’t think of anyone who’d make a better mum. Besides, I love you so much I could use somebody around to soak up the excess.”
They tried the scientific route first. It didn’t turn out so well; the first implantation just didn’t take. The second time the sperm donor turned out to be a demon with a world domination plan. Thankfully they realized something wasn’t kosher with the doctor and it didn’t get very far. There was only one demon or man Buffy wanted to get her pregnant and that was Spike.
So they ended up going to the coven for help. Magic turned out to be not as magical as a person might expect. They couldn’t just wave a wand, dance around naked and poof, baby! A member of the coven who looked like somebody’s grandmother, gave Spike a potion to drink. Then the old woman cackled like a movie witch. With a naughty wink she told Buffy that Spike was the one that needed to dance around naked and wave his wand. Well, not in those words but that was the gist of it.
This would be peachy except it didn’t come with any guarantees. There was the fun part of baby making but there was also the waiting to see if it worked, and the disappointment when it didn’t, part. Everyone told Buffy that it took most people a while to get pregnant. But she wasn’t most people and neither was Spike. Super powers should count for something; maybe her labor would be really short. When Buffy mentioned this theory to Xander and Dawn, Xander said that with her and Spike for parents the kid was sure to be short anyway.
It was sort of a joke at first. It stopped being funny when she read a little minus sign again, and instead of crying, did some damage to the bathroom wall. When Spike reached her he held on to her like a straitjacket and murmured loving nonsense until she calmed down. “Sorry to go all Drusilla on you, but it looks like you and Xander will be fixing a wall this weekend.”
Spike said, “You’re just tense is all. Know what? I think we need to go out and kill something beside innocent tiles. You’ve trained with the Slayers but you haven’t been out in the field since the coven did the spell.”
“You were the one who said it might be a good idea not to put myself in danger just in case I was pregnant! Are you saying we should give up?”
“You know me better than that," Spike said. "I never quit when I really want something. I know it’s easier said than done, but I think we need to focus on something else and let whatever happens just happen. I promised we’d be all right, remember?”
“It just feels so wrong. The coven said the spell worked on you, the doctors say I’m okay, and it’s not like we haven’t been trying. Dawn got pregnant right away. Maybe you’re right and we should just get back to the way things used to work for a while. You know, I really hate peeing on these plastic doohickeys.”
“That’s one nuisance that’s easily taken care of. Pretty sure my nose would know as soon as any test could tell.”
“Why didn’t you tell me this before?”
“Wouldn’t know unless I sniffed for it. I thought maybe you’d want to be the one to tell me. Didn’t know you hated the test.”
Spike was right; she’d had a few daydreams about how she’d tell him and the look on his face. “Oh, I know I’ve said the vampire sniffing thing is weird but I’ve gotten to like when you smell me.”
“You have?” Spike asked, with a smug purr in his voice.
“Because I kind of wish I could do it, too. Breathe you in and know you better. Even after all this time I want more of you.”
“Everything’s yours, Buffy, you know that.”
Six months later, Spike opened the door to Watcher’s HQ for them and they both turned toward the study. He swung the bag full of Gradaug knees and grinned happily. “A fiver says the Watcher desperately needs us to chop off something’s toes.”
Buffy said, “That’s a sucker’s bet.” Lately Giles’ missions had begun to be strangely musical. Chop off this demon’s head, that monster’s shoulder spines, the blue thing’s knees. Toes just had to come next. Feeling jubilant Buffy mimed the actions to 'Head, Shoulders, Knees, and Toes'.
Spike laughed. “Touching your toes while you can still see 'em, love?”
Buffy swatted his arm lightly for the smart ass remark. “Oh, remind me not to do that again.”
“Hit me? No problem, pet.”
“Bend over so quick,” Buffy said, clutching Spike’s arm, “A little dizzy. And you, quit smirking.”
Giles came in, looked over both of them, and cleaned his glasses. “It looks like congratulations are in order?”
“Aren’t I going to get to tell anybody?” Buffy complained, “Dawn guessed, too, do I have this big, blue plus sign on my forehead or something?”
Giles said, “You’re glowing, my dear.” Buffy figured that was a nice way of saying that she looked both happy and sick at the same time. “I will need to ask Faith to slay the Jem Hadar demon and remove its toes.”
Spike choked out a laugh. “You really need something’s toes? Buffy and I thought it was your way of giving us busy work. You’re not making some kind of patchwork demon, are you?”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Spike,” Giles said. “It’s the last ingredient in a protection spell for the nursery. Willow and I have been working on it together, so please don’t let her know I spoiled the surprise. Xander and Dawn are working on a gift, too. We all knew one way or another you two would have a child soon.”
Buffy felt the tears begin to prickle the back of her eyes and heard Spike say, “Now you’ve done it, Watcher. I hope you have a hanky.”
“Sorry, being a Slayer’s not a get out of hormonal-overload free card," Buffy said. "And it’s so sweet you knew things would work out.”
“I don’t have children, but I’m certain the real work has only begun," Giles told them. "And yes, I do believe things will work out just fine.”
Title: A Baby Story
Rating: G
Pairing: Buffy/Spike brief mention of Xander/Dawn
Summary: This takes place ten years after Chosen in the same universe as my fic “Back From Africa Again.” I thought it would be interesting if they actually had to try to have a family.
Disclaimer: I don’t pretend to own any of these characters and I’m not making any money off them.
A/N My Welcome Back to the Hellmouth Ficathon story. This is for
redeem147 who wanted pregnancy fic with humor, pathos and good writing . I tried Colleen, I hope you like it. And thanks as always to janedavitt for the beta.It was early Sunday evening and the start of Buffy and Spike's day off. Buffy was paging through a catalog while using Spike’s chest as a comfy cushion. “Oh, this bag is cute, but do you think I should get something more luggage-like? Xander is going to be carrying it as much as Dawn.”
“Hmm, the denim one with the little Tigger on it is a nice compromise. You want one, don’t you?”
“A diaper bag or a Tigger?” Buffy asked, knowing he didn’t mean either.
Spike said, “A baby. Seems everyone we know is in the family way lately.”
Sure, it was going to be fun to play auntie to Dawn and Xander’s little boy and to the kids of the few Slayers who had a family. But Buffy still killed her houseplants. She didn’t actually want a baby of her own. Well, she didn’t want to want one. It had taken so long for her and Spike to work things out. She didn’t want him to think she was unhappy with just him. “I’m over wanting what everybody else has.” It was mostly true. “I have something nobody else can.”
“What’s that, love?”
“You.” That was definitely true.
“Flatterer. If you do, there’s ways to go about it; magic, science, or both. We could have a chat with Willow.”
“Is this about what you think I want or what you want, Spike?”
“Forget I said anything. It was a bloody stupid idea.” There was that old familiar yearning in Spike’s voice. The one that said he wanted the impossible so badly he could taste it.
“You know you’re allowed to want stuff from me.”
“Yeah, I know, but I’m not so Victorian that I don’t realize this is something you have full veto power over.”
“You got that right, but I’ll need all the facts first. I want to hear why you want to be a daddy.” Buffy turned so she was face to face with Spike. Her heartbeat picked up. Whatever they decided to do, this was going to be a moment to remember.
“I don’t know. I haven’t thought it through, just thought it would be nice, is all,” Spike said, shrugging.
“That’s it? The reason you want me to be the mother of your child is you thought it’d be nice?”
“What was I supposed to say?” Spike asked.
“You were supposed to tell me you wanted us to give me a gift that had nothing to do with death. Maybe say that you knew I’d make the most beautiful pregnant woman on earth and the best mom ever. Not that I would be either one, but you’re supposed to think it.” Buffy pinched him. “I thought maybe you’d talk about how our kid would be beautiful and smart.” This had to be because of all the time Spike spent with Xander these days. He was acting way too much like a regular guy.
Spike smirked and Buffy knew she’d been caught. “Sounds to me like you’ve thought on this quite a bit,” he said.
Forget about blaming Xander; it was Giles’ fault. Spike wasn’t becoming guy-ish; he was just being sneaky about getting her to admit to her own feelings. “Okay, so maybe there was some thought. Just a little baby thought about babies, a bit, but not quite a bit. There wasn’t any quite.”
“Somebody wise just told me it was okay to want things. We’ll be all right even if the thing you want is something I can’t give you,” Spike said softly.
“Promise?”
“I know it, and I can’t think of anyone who’d make a better mum. Besides, I love you so much I could use somebody around to soak up the excess.”
***
They tried the scientific route first. It didn’t turn out so well; the first implantation just didn’t take. The second time the sperm donor turned out to be a demon with a world domination plan. Thankfully they realized something wasn’t kosher with the doctor and it didn’t get very far. There was only one demon or man Buffy wanted to get her pregnant and that was Spike.
So they ended up going to the coven for help. Magic turned out to be not as magical as a person might expect. They couldn’t just wave a wand, dance around naked and poof, baby! A member of the coven who looked like somebody’s grandmother, gave Spike a potion to drink. Then the old woman cackled like a movie witch. With a naughty wink she told Buffy that Spike was the one that needed to dance around naked and wave his wand. Well, not in those words but that was the gist of it.
This would be peachy except it didn’t come with any guarantees. There was the fun part of baby making but there was also the waiting to see if it worked, and the disappointment when it didn’t, part. Everyone told Buffy that it took most people a while to get pregnant. But she wasn’t most people and neither was Spike. Super powers should count for something; maybe her labor would be really short. When Buffy mentioned this theory to Xander and Dawn, Xander said that with her and Spike for parents the kid was sure to be short anyway.
It was sort of a joke at first. It stopped being funny when she read a little minus sign again, and instead of crying, did some damage to the bathroom wall. When Spike reached her he held on to her like a straitjacket and murmured loving nonsense until she calmed down. “Sorry to go all Drusilla on you, but it looks like you and Xander will be fixing a wall this weekend.”
Spike said, “You’re just tense is all. Know what? I think we need to go out and kill something beside innocent tiles. You’ve trained with the Slayers but you haven’t been out in the field since the coven did the spell.”
“You were the one who said it might be a good idea not to put myself in danger just in case I was pregnant! Are you saying we should give up?”
“You know me better than that," Spike said. "I never quit when I really want something. I know it’s easier said than done, but I think we need to focus on something else and let whatever happens just happen. I promised we’d be all right, remember?”
“It just feels so wrong. The coven said the spell worked on you, the doctors say I’m okay, and it’s not like we haven’t been trying. Dawn got pregnant right away. Maybe you’re right and we should just get back to the way things used to work for a while. You know, I really hate peeing on these plastic doohickeys.”
“That’s one nuisance that’s easily taken care of. Pretty sure my nose would know as soon as any test could tell.”
“Why didn’t you tell me this before?”
“Wouldn’t know unless I sniffed for it. I thought maybe you’d want to be the one to tell me. Didn’t know you hated the test.”
Spike was right; she’d had a few daydreams about how she’d tell him and the look on his face. “Oh, I know I’ve said the vampire sniffing thing is weird but I’ve gotten to like when you smell me.”
“You have?” Spike asked, with a smug purr in his voice.
“Because I kind of wish I could do it, too. Breathe you in and know you better. Even after all this time I want more of you.”
“Everything’s yours, Buffy, you know that.”
***
Six months later, Spike opened the door to Watcher’s HQ for them and they both turned toward the study. He swung the bag full of Gradaug knees and grinned happily. “A fiver says the Watcher desperately needs us to chop off something’s toes.”
Buffy said, “That’s a sucker’s bet.” Lately Giles’ missions had begun to be strangely musical. Chop off this demon’s head, that monster’s shoulder spines, the blue thing’s knees. Toes just had to come next. Feeling jubilant Buffy mimed the actions to 'Head, Shoulders, Knees, and Toes'.
Spike laughed. “Touching your toes while you can still see 'em, love?”
Buffy swatted his arm lightly for the smart ass remark. “Oh, remind me not to do that again.”
“Hit me? No problem, pet.”
“Bend over so quick,” Buffy said, clutching Spike’s arm, “A little dizzy. And you, quit smirking.”
Giles came in, looked over both of them, and cleaned his glasses. “It looks like congratulations are in order?”
“Aren’t I going to get to tell anybody?” Buffy complained, “Dawn guessed, too, do I have this big, blue plus sign on my forehead or something?”
Giles said, “You’re glowing, my dear.” Buffy figured that was a nice way of saying that she looked both happy and sick at the same time. “I will need to ask Faith to slay the Jem Hadar demon and remove its toes.”
Spike choked out a laugh. “You really need something’s toes? Buffy and I thought it was your way of giving us busy work. You’re not making some kind of patchwork demon, are you?”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Spike,” Giles said. “It’s the last ingredient in a protection spell for the nursery. Willow and I have been working on it together, so please don’t let her know I spoiled the surprise. Xander and Dawn are working on a gift, too. We all knew one way or another you two would have a child soon.”
Buffy felt the tears begin to prickle the back of her eyes and heard Spike say, “Now you’ve done it, Watcher. I hope you have a hanky.”
“Sorry, being a Slayer’s not a get out of hormonal-overload free card," Buffy said. "And it’s so sweet you knew things would work out.”
“I don’t have children, but I’m certain the real work has only begun," Giles told them. "And yes, I do believe things will work out just fine.”
