Playboy Mommy (Part 2/?)
AUTHOR: Rebecca Parker
EMAIL: LaVelleBelle@aol.com
RATING: R
SUMMARY: Buffy, falsely believing that Riley was going to break up with her,
heads to LA where she has a fling with Gunn. Now she's pregnant and she's
not sure who the father is.
SPOILER: All seasons of "Buffy" and "Angel"
DISTRIBUTION: At my new site (http://www.geocities.com/rebeccafic) and
FINNatics, of course. All others, please ask.
FEEDBACK: If you want to. *shrug*
DISCLAIMER: Joss owns all, except for a well deserved Emmy.
DEDICATION: To Jodi and Naomi, my muses. To Emmy, my evil twin and to Caro,
the gal who demanded that I write more and soon, damnit!
NOTE: ~~~~ denotes a flashback. ***** denotes a return to the present time.
Once again, the title is from the Tori Amos song. And once again, the fic
jumps around kinda "Pulp Fiction" style in the timeline. (But not quite THAT
jumpy) Also, since it's been a while since I posted the first part, you may
wish to check it out here (http://www.geocities.com/rebeccafic/pm1.html)
Also, I originally only had this story being 3 parts but right now, I think
it's gonna go longer than that, so I'm putting a big ole ?
Buffy sighed as she found herself in front of Lowell Hall. Everything in
her head was telling her to turn back now and go home. Riley didn't have to
know- the baby had to be his.
"I have to do this," she said under her breath as she opened the door and
stepped inside.
"Buffy," Graham said, walking over from where he was chatting with a
friend only seconds before. "You're looking great. Really filling out," he
said with a smirk.
Buffy grinned, placing her hand on her stomach instinctively. She was
almost 9 months pregnant now and looked like Violet in "Willy Wonka and the
Chocolate Factory."
"Thanks Graham. How kind of you to point out how fat I am," she said
jokingly.
"You know what I mean. What's up? Everything OK?"
Buffy frowned- if he knew the answer, would he still be talking to her as
a friend? She wondered- Initiative or not, Riley and Graham were still like
brothers- and loyal like ones.
"Yeah," she said, unconvincingly. "I just need to talk to Riley. He
here?"
"Yeah, he's in his room studying." Graham studied her face, a puzzled
expression on his own. "Are you sure everything's OK?"
Buffy nodded, gulping. She hated lying, but there was no way she could
tell him. "I'm fine. I'm just gonna head up and see him now."
"OK. Talk to you later," he said, walking back to his friends, but not
before throwing one more concerned glance her way.
~~~~~~~
"A cheeseburger please," Buffy said, handing the menu to the waitress.
"How do you want it cooked?" she asked.
"Um- Medium well," Buffy replied. "Thanks."
The waitress walked away and Buffy smiled at Gunn, who was looking at her
oddly. "What??"
"It's 7 AM," he said, smiling.
"So?"
"You just ordered a cheeseburger."
"Oh," Buffy said, grinning as she tucked her hair behind her ear
nervously. "I'm hungry. Being a slayer, you're internal clock is all screwy."
"Yeah, I get that way too," Gunn said, taking a sip of the glass of
orange juice the waitress had just dropped off. "I'm a night person myself. I
don't find too many vampires out on the streets around noon."
"Not typically," Buffy said, sipping her chocolate milkshake. She was
finally feeling 100% sober and now felt silly for drowning her sorrows in
alcohol. She really thought she knew better than that.
"You're feeling better?" Gunn asked her, sitting back.
"Yeah," Buffy said, nodding slowly. "I just...I have a lot going on and
it tends to make me wig in certain ways I shouldn't be."
"Like getting drunk by yourself in a strange bar in LA?"
"I can handle myself," Buffy said, defensively. "I'm not some little girl
going 'Ooh! Rescue me'"
"I know you're not," Gunn said, grinning. "You could probably kick my
ass, though I'm sure to give you one hell of a fight."
"Well, it's good that you accept that," Buffy said, chuckling. "It's very
submissive of you."
"I wouldn't go that far," he said, folding his hands in front of him. "So
you wanna tell me what's bothering you?"
Buffy shrugged. "The usual."
"Well since I don't know you," Gunn said, grinning, "I'm not exactly sure
what the usual is."
"I know," Buffy said, quickly folding her hair into a ponytail. "It's
just- my boyfriend is breaking up with me."
"He's a fool," Gunn said, practically before she had even gotten her
words out.
"No, he's not," Buffy said, holding her forehead with her hand. "He's
just..."
"A fool. If he's breaking up with you, he's a fool."
"You don't even know me," Buffy said, sighing.
Gunn moved his hand to hers, holding it delicately. "I know enough."
******
"Riley?" Buffy asked, knocking on the door to his room. "Are you here?"
"I'm here," Riley answered, walking out of his closet, holding a box.
"What's in there?" Buffy said, placing her pocketbook down on his bed.
"Some baby pictures," Riley said, smiling. "My mom sent them to me a few
months back when she found out the good news."
"Oh," Buffy said, supporting her back as she sat down on the bed. "Why
haven't you shown them to me before?"
Riley shrugged. "Forgot, I guess. There's another baby I'm more concerned
about," he said, sitting on the bed next to her. "Speaking of, how is little
Emma doing?"
Buffy smiled. "Showing off her high kick," she said, her hand on her
stomach again. "I swear this kid's a slayer too."
"We could only be so lucky," Riley said, leaning over and kissing Buffy
gently. "How's the little Mother doing?"
"The little Mother's feeling about as little as the state of Texas."
"You look great," Riley said, holding her hand. "Of course, you also look
like you're holding back something."
Buffy nodded, looking away from him. "I need to tell you something and
you're- you're really not going to like it."
"Oh," Riley said, looking down at their interlocked hands. "You can tell
me anything, Buffy."
"I know I can," she said, her eyes tearing up. "It's just- I'm afraid of
losing you."
"Hey," Riley said, looking at her strangely. "You know better than that."
"I know better than a lot of things," she said, sighing. "At least I
should. Or should have."
"What's going on Buffy? Just tell me."
Buffy nodded, taking a deep breath and trying to muster the courage to
tell him. She had faced countless vampires, demons, and minions from hell
without ever breaking a sweat or her resolve, yet she never felt more fear
than she did in this moment. "Spit it out, right? Like a Band-Aid- quick and
not painless but-"
"Buffy-"
"I don't know that you're the father."
Riley's face quickly shifted from concern to a blank stare that sent
chills across every inch of Buffy's skin. He stood there, his hand still
locked with hers and said nothing for a good five minutes.
"Riley?" Buffy asked, her voice low, "Please say something."
"Say something?" Riley repeated, his eyes fixing on an undetermined spot
across the room. "What does that mean?"
"Riley, I-"
"It means you fucked someone else," he said, his voice so calm that it
seemed the words had come from someone else entirely.
Buffy wanted to die right there- she could see it in his eyes- just those
words had broken him in two. "I- It was-"
"I don't want to know," Riley said, quickly getting to his feet. "You
know what- I don't want to know you."
"Wait," Buffy said, awkwardly getting to her feet. "You said-"
"I know what I said," Riley said, gritting his teeth. "I lied- something
you seem to know an awful goddamn lot about."
"Please Riley," Buffy said, her body shaking with sobs. "Please let me
explain."
"Explain what?" Riley said, his eyes finally connecting with hers and the
cold look in them chilling her to the bone. "Explain that you went off and
fucked someone else and you know- this special thing I thought we had was
just a scam? That that child in your stomach isn't even mine?"
"We don't know that," Buffy said, reaching out to touch his arm.
"No," Riley said, abruptly moving back. "There is no 'we' anymore, got
it? There's never going to be a 'we' again."
"No," Buffy said, sitting back on the bed, her hands covering her eyes.
"Please don't say that."
"Why not? Does it hurt, Buffy? Does it make you want to scream because
it's so unfair?"
Buffy nodded, and knowing what was coming next, let out a loud sob.
"Good. It should," he said, walking out the door and slamming it shut,
the coat rack on the back falling to the ground.
She sat there, sobbing for what seemed like an hour before getting
herself together and leaving the room. She felt the eyes on her as she left,
and although she knew they did not know the details, she couldn't help but
feel them judging her, for somehow she had hurt their friend, and more than
they would never forgive her, she would never forgive herself.
To be Continued....
AUTHOR: Rebecca Parker
EMAIL: LaVelleBelle@aol.com
RATING: R
SUMMARY: Buffy, falsely believing that Riley was going to break up with her,
heads to LA where she has a fling with Gunn. Now she's pregnant and she's
not sure who the father is.
SPOILER: All seasons of "Buffy" and "Angel"
DISTRIBUTION: At my new site (http://www.geocities.com/rebeccafic) and
FINNatics, of course. All others, please ask.
FEEDBACK: If you want to. *shrug*
DISCLAIMER: Joss owns all, except for a well deserved Emmy.
DEDICATION: To Jodi and Naomi, my muses. To Emmy, my evil twin and to Caro,
the gal who demanded that I write more and soon, damnit!
NOTE: ~~~~ denotes a flashback. ***** denotes a return to the present time.
Once again, the title is from the Tori Amos song. And once again, the fic
jumps around kinda "Pulp Fiction" style in the timeline. (But not quite THAT
jumpy) Also, since it's been a while since I posted the first part, you may
wish to check it out here (http://www.geocities.com/rebeccafic/pm1.html)
Also, I originally only had this story being 3 parts but right now, I think
it's gonna go longer than that, so I'm putting a big ole ?
Buffy sighed as she found herself in front of Lowell Hall. Everything in
her head was telling her to turn back now and go home. Riley didn't have to
know- the baby had to be his.
"I have to do this," she said under her breath as she opened the door and
stepped inside.
"Buffy," Graham said, walking over from where he was chatting with a
friend only seconds before. "You're looking great. Really filling out," he
said with a smirk.
Buffy grinned, placing her hand on her stomach instinctively. She was
almost 9 months pregnant now and looked like Violet in "Willy Wonka and the
Chocolate Factory."
"Thanks Graham. How kind of you to point out how fat I am," she said
jokingly.
"You know what I mean. What's up? Everything OK?"
Buffy frowned- if he knew the answer, would he still be talking to her as
a friend? She wondered- Initiative or not, Riley and Graham were still like
brothers- and loyal like ones.
"Yeah," she said, unconvincingly. "I just need to talk to Riley. He
here?"
"Yeah, he's in his room studying." Graham studied her face, a puzzled
expression on his own. "Are you sure everything's OK?"
Buffy nodded, gulping. She hated lying, but there was no way she could
tell him. "I'm fine. I'm just gonna head up and see him now."
"OK. Talk to you later," he said, walking back to his friends, but not
before throwing one more concerned glance her way.
~~~~~~~
"A cheeseburger please," Buffy said, handing the menu to the waitress.
"How do you want it cooked?" she asked.
"Um- Medium well," Buffy replied. "Thanks."
The waitress walked away and Buffy smiled at Gunn, who was looking at her
oddly. "What??"
"It's 7 AM," he said, smiling.
"So?"
"You just ordered a cheeseburger."
"Oh," Buffy said, grinning as she tucked her hair behind her ear
nervously. "I'm hungry. Being a slayer, you're internal clock is all screwy."
"Yeah, I get that way too," Gunn said, taking a sip of the glass of
orange juice the waitress had just dropped off. "I'm a night person myself. I
don't find too many vampires out on the streets around noon."
"Not typically," Buffy said, sipping her chocolate milkshake. She was
finally feeling 100% sober and now felt silly for drowning her sorrows in
alcohol. She really thought she knew better than that.
"You're feeling better?" Gunn asked her, sitting back.
"Yeah," Buffy said, nodding slowly. "I just...I have a lot going on and
it tends to make me wig in certain ways I shouldn't be."
"Like getting drunk by yourself in a strange bar in LA?"
"I can handle myself," Buffy said, defensively. "I'm not some little girl
going 'Ooh! Rescue me'"
"I know you're not," Gunn said, grinning. "You could probably kick my
ass, though I'm sure to give you one hell of a fight."
"Well, it's good that you accept that," Buffy said, chuckling. "It's very
submissive of you."
"I wouldn't go that far," he said, folding his hands in front of him. "So
you wanna tell me what's bothering you?"
Buffy shrugged. "The usual."
"Well since I don't know you," Gunn said, grinning, "I'm not exactly sure
what the usual is."
"I know," Buffy said, quickly folding her hair into a ponytail. "It's
just- my boyfriend is breaking up with me."
"He's a fool," Gunn said, practically before she had even gotten her
words out.
"No, he's not," Buffy said, holding her forehead with her hand. "He's
just..."
"A fool. If he's breaking up with you, he's a fool."
"You don't even know me," Buffy said, sighing.
Gunn moved his hand to hers, holding it delicately. "I know enough."
******
"Riley?" Buffy asked, knocking on the door to his room. "Are you here?"
"I'm here," Riley answered, walking out of his closet, holding a box.
"What's in there?" Buffy said, placing her pocketbook down on his bed.
"Some baby pictures," Riley said, smiling. "My mom sent them to me a few
months back when she found out the good news."
"Oh," Buffy said, supporting her back as she sat down on the bed. "Why
haven't you shown them to me before?"
Riley shrugged. "Forgot, I guess. There's another baby I'm more concerned
about," he said, sitting on the bed next to her. "Speaking of, how is little
Emma doing?"
Buffy smiled. "Showing off her high kick," she said, her hand on her
stomach again. "I swear this kid's a slayer too."
"We could only be so lucky," Riley said, leaning over and kissing Buffy
gently. "How's the little Mother doing?"
"The little Mother's feeling about as little as the state of Texas."
"You look great," Riley said, holding her hand. "Of course, you also look
like you're holding back something."
Buffy nodded, looking away from him. "I need to tell you something and
you're- you're really not going to like it."
"Oh," Riley said, looking down at their interlocked hands. "You can tell
me anything, Buffy."
"I know I can," she said, her eyes tearing up. "It's just- I'm afraid of
losing you."
"Hey," Riley said, looking at her strangely. "You know better than that."
"I know better than a lot of things," she said, sighing. "At least I
should. Or should have."
"What's going on Buffy? Just tell me."
Buffy nodded, taking a deep breath and trying to muster the courage to
tell him. She had faced countless vampires, demons, and minions from hell
without ever breaking a sweat or her resolve, yet she never felt more fear
than she did in this moment. "Spit it out, right? Like a Band-Aid- quick and
not painless but-"
"Buffy-"
"I don't know that you're the father."
Riley's face quickly shifted from concern to a blank stare that sent
chills across every inch of Buffy's skin. He stood there, his hand still
locked with hers and said nothing for a good five minutes.
"Riley?" Buffy asked, her voice low, "Please say something."
"Say something?" Riley repeated, his eyes fixing on an undetermined spot
across the room. "What does that mean?"
"Riley, I-"
"It means you fucked someone else," he said, his voice so calm that it
seemed the words had come from someone else entirely.
Buffy wanted to die right there- she could see it in his eyes- just those
words had broken him in two. "I- It was-"
"I don't want to know," Riley said, quickly getting to his feet. "You
know what- I don't want to know you."
"Wait," Buffy said, awkwardly getting to her feet. "You said-"
"I know what I said," Riley said, gritting his teeth. "I lied- something
you seem to know an awful goddamn lot about."
"Please Riley," Buffy said, her body shaking with sobs. "Please let me
explain."
"Explain what?" Riley said, his eyes finally connecting with hers and the
cold look in them chilling her to the bone. "Explain that you went off and
fucked someone else and you know- this special thing I thought we had was
just a scam? That that child in your stomach isn't even mine?"
"We don't know that," Buffy said, reaching out to touch his arm.
"No," Riley said, abruptly moving back. "There is no 'we' anymore, got
it? There's never going to be a 'we' again."
"No," Buffy said, sitting back on the bed, her hands covering her eyes.
"Please don't say that."
"Why not? Does it hurt, Buffy? Does it make you want to scream because
it's so unfair?"
Buffy nodded, and knowing what was coming next, let out a loud sob.
"Good. It should," he said, walking out the door and slamming it shut,
the coat rack on the back falling to the ground.
She sat there, sobbing for what seemed like an hour before getting
herself together and leaving the room. She felt the eyes on her as she left,
and although she knew they did not know the details, she couldn't help but
feel them judging her, for somehow she had hurt their friend, and more than
they would never forgive her, she would never forgive herself.
To be Continued....