Disclaimer- The character of Buffy Summers isn't mine. I will make no money
from this story, which is entirely for fun!
A Special Gift
She placed the last of the tree decorations on the dark green branch, and flipped on the lights. The tree looked stunning in the darkened room. It was around six feet tall, and quite bushy. The rest of the room was strewn with multi-colored streamers, including some that she had made herself. The open log fire lent the large room soft warmth that might have otherwise been missing. She sat back down in her chair, which was soft and battered from years of regular use. Christmas music was playing quietly from the expensive CD player in the corner of the room. Through the slightly open drapes, she could see the softly falling snow. By the morning, there would be a good covering.
Since finally shutting down the hellmouth, she had finally been able to finish college, albeit at a different one. She had chosen to study History and, later, English. She had surprised everyone, including herself, at how well she had done with no slaying to distract her. She might not have finished top of her class, but she had been close. She had managed to find a job she loved, and was good at. The only thing missing from her life was a child. She blamed the years of slaying for her trouble to conceive. The injuries had finally taken their toll on her body.
Now, at 29, she was settled into a great home, with a man who she loved. At 32, he was a little older than she was. She knew in her heart that she didn't love him like she did Angel or Spike, but she still cared deeply about him. Her dear Spike, who had died to save the world, was never far from her thoughts though. There was a bauble on the tree for him, and one for Anya. She always had one on the tree for her Mom. For as long as she lived, they would be remembered. She found the thought oddly comforting and smiled softly.
She jumped slightly at some soft noise behind her, and turned to find her husband standing in the doorway. He was rubbing the sleep from his eyes, and his dark brown hair was mussed from sleeping on it. He was wearing PJ bottoms that she had bought for him the year before, and nothing else.
"Hey," was all he said before coming to sit next to her. He studied the tree, which they had selected and cut down together. They sat in companionable silence for a few moments before he spoke.
"How are you?" Mark asked, kissing her softly on the hair. Past Christmases had been hard for her. She had lost her lover, her home and a few of her friends. Those memories always seemed harder to endure during the festive season. This year, however, she was serene. She felt tranquil and relaxed. For some reason, this year was going to be different; she could feel it within herself.
The smile she gave her husband reflected her feelings and was dazzling. Mark handed her a small gift-wrapped box. She frowned at it.
"Open it." He urged. She did as he bade, and found a pregnancy test kit inside.
"How...?" she asked, at a loss for words.
He shrugged helplessly and said, " I dreamt it." A faint blush had crept across his face at his admission.
She took the tester from the box and went to the bathroom to take the test. While she waited, she walked back to the family room, praying all the way. Faint lines began to appear on the strip. They formed a cross- a positive result.
She was with child.
Finally, Buffy Summers was at peace.
~~FINS~~
A/N
I hope you enjoyed this little fic! Please R&R. Happy holidays!!
A Special Gift
She placed the last of the tree decorations on the dark green branch, and flipped on the lights. The tree looked stunning in the darkened room. It was around six feet tall, and quite bushy. The rest of the room was strewn with multi-colored streamers, including some that she had made herself. The open log fire lent the large room soft warmth that might have otherwise been missing. She sat back down in her chair, which was soft and battered from years of regular use. Christmas music was playing quietly from the expensive CD player in the corner of the room. Through the slightly open drapes, she could see the softly falling snow. By the morning, there would be a good covering.
Since finally shutting down the hellmouth, she had finally been able to finish college, albeit at a different one. She had chosen to study History and, later, English. She had surprised everyone, including herself, at how well she had done with no slaying to distract her. She might not have finished top of her class, but she had been close. She had managed to find a job she loved, and was good at. The only thing missing from her life was a child. She blamed the years of slaying for her trouble to conceive. The injuries had finally taken their toll on her body.
Now, at 29, she was settled into a great home, with a man who she loved. At 32, he was a little older than she was. She knew in her heart that she didn't love him like she did Angel or Spike, but she still cared deeply about him. Her dear Spike, who had died to save the world, was never far from her thoughts though. There was a bauble on the tree for him, and one for Anya. She always had one on the tree for her Mom. For as long as she lived, they would be remembered. She found the thought oddly comforting and smiled softly.
She jumped slightly at some soft noise behind her, and turned to find her husband standing in the doorway. He was rubbing the sleep from his eyes, and his dark brown hair was mussed from sleeping on it. He was wearing PJ bottoms that she had bought for him the year before, and nothing else.
"Hey," was all he said before coming to sit next to her. He studied the tree, which they had selected and cut down together. They sat in companionable silence for a few moments before he spoke.
"How are you?" Mark asked, kissing her softly on the hair. Past Christmases had been hard for her. She had lost her lover, her home and a few of her friends. Those memories always seemed harder to endure during the festive season. This year, however, she was serene. She felt tranquil and relaxed. For some reason, this year was going to be different; she could feel it within herself.
The smile she gave her husband reflected her feelings and was dazzling. Mark handed her a small gift-wrapped box. She frowned at it.
"Open it." He urged. She did as he bade, and found a pregnancy test kit inside.
"How...?" she asked, at a loss for words.
He shrugged helplessly and said, " I dreamt it." A faint blush had crept across his face at his admission.
She took the tester from the box and went to the bathroom to take the test. While she waited, she walked back to the family room, praying all the way. Faint lines began to appear on the strip. They formed a cross- a positive result.
She was with child.
Finally, Buffy Summers was at peace.
~~FINS~~
A/N
I hope you enjoyed this little fic! Please R&R. Happy holidays!!