A/N: My first Buffy fic. Thanks for the prompt OTKCP. I don't own the characters from Joss' shows. Enjoys. Please Review!
Jolt
It was dark out, when Faith woke with a jolt, reaching for the dagger strapped to the underside of the queen size bed, she shared with her wife, Buffy Summers, the mother of their miracle child; born of two slayers, who had woken her, their beautiful son.
It was their first night home from the hospital and she hadn't gotten used to his cry yet. She sighed and put her weapon back in place.
The blonde stirred under the covers next to her, so Faith quickly reached into his bassinet and lifted him gently, one hand under his small body, the other supporting his head and held him close to her chest, comforting him.
He settled and Faith just held him for a moment, she watched him stare at her helplessly through the darkness.
She grinned and kissed his little nose.
"Merrick Summers-Lehane," she whispered, "has a ring to it bubba, just right."
