Spike and McKenzie shopped for hours, and weren't home when Buffy returned from patrolling. Buffy sighed, and sat down on the couch. She sighed again, and rolled her eyes. It was just like Spike to keep McKenzie out for hours at a time. She'd be out there with all those monsters.
Well, she thought she is with Spike. She rose from the couch, and stepped into the bedroom. She glanced in the mirror, and frowned at her reflection. I'm forty, she thought. Such an ugly number. She brushed the thought off, glancing back toward the bathroom.
"I'll take a shower," she announced loudly, to no one in particular. She smiled again at the thought of finally being alone in the house. She quickly erased the thought, thinking again, I'm alone in the house, I'm supposed to be happy if my husband is home."I'm taking a shower," she announced once more, stepping into the tiled room. She strode into the hall from the bathroom and started unbuttoning her shirt.
Ha ha, she laughed to herself. I'm going to undress in the hallway and no one's ever going to know. She smiled again, and peeled off the shirt. She glanced over her shoulder to see if anyone was looking, and unhooked her bra. She laughed out loud as she slid out of her jeans, and pulled her bra off. "I'm undressing in the hallway," she called loudly, toward the door. She was greeted by silence. She smiled again as she walked bravely downstairs, nude.
She laughed again as she stepped into the kitchen. This is absurd, she thought. I should go back upstairs. She started back toward the stairs, when an image popped into her head. She laughed harder at this, shaking her head, and decided on a whim she'd do it. She ran back into the kitchen and stole the flowers from the vase on the table. She ran back upstairs, laughing all the time. She sprinkled the colorful flower petals over the comforter, and climbed nude, into the bed. She smiled, and closed her eyes.
The only thing she could think was just wait, just wait until Spike gets home. She awoke hours later to Spike, yelling "Bloody hell, woman, can't you keep your clothes out of the hallway?" She startled herself awake and quickly posed in bed. Spike walked into the room, and jumped at the sight of his wife. "Buffy. We've come a long way and I've never seen you do this."
"You've never seen a lot of things, isn't this a good time to start?"
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Spike and Buffy woke early the next morning. Spike mumbled something about being great last night, and rolled over, just to begin snoring again. Buffy smiled again and rolled over next to him, hugging him. "Spike," she whispered, "Can I whisper sweet nothings in your ear?"
"You can whisper anything in my ear in twelve hours," he grumbled, and rolled over again, in a faint attempt to get away from Buffy.
"C'mon," she whined, crawling towards him, and nestling her head on his chest. "Please?"Spike rolled over again, moaning about never getting his space in bed, and landed with a "phoomph" on the floor.
Buffy, having overheard his griping, smiled and said "You can have all the space you want down there." She grinned and stole the blankets from his side of the bed and made herself comfortable on her side, looking down to the floor, and smiling at Spike. The door creaked open and McKenzie looked in at her mother, smiling down at the floor.
"Mother?"
"Hmm?"
"Where's Daddy?"
"I dunno," she said with a laugh, and turned to face her daughter. The smirk on Kenzies face quickly turned to a frown, when she saw her mothers bare shoulders.
"You had sex," she said accusingly, and left, shutting the door behind her.
"Of course we had sex!" She called back to her daughter, who had ascended into the kitchen, pouring herself a bowl of Lucky Charms, and picking out the cereal. McKenzie watched as her mother stepped into the kitchen in her bath robe.
"Breakfast," she said to her daughter, "is not a bowl of marshmallows. I don't see why your father buys it."
"My father," Kenzie answered mockingly, "is a twit of a man who had sex with you last night."
"Your father," Buffy answered with a light hearted laugh, "is quite a twit of a man, who did have sex with me last night. And you," she smiled again, "are a twit of a girl, who came from sex fifteen years ago." Her mother smiled, satisfied, and hastened to add, "HA!"
Spike, awakened from his fall off the bed called, "I'm not a tit, don't talk about me!"
"Sure, honey," Buffy called with a smile, "Sure." The woman left the kitchen, pausing only a moment to look at the calendar. She slightly noticed the marked off days, and didn't acknowledge the marked off date BP, until she sat on the couch, to sip at some coffee. She realized with a start, and ran back to the calendar.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven,eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen....With a growl, she ran back upstairs, and glared accusingly at Spike. "You know what you did?" She asked the sleeping man. "Do you know what you did?" He laughed, and climbed onto the bed.
"To you?" He asked with a grin.
"Yes, to me."
"Last night?"
"No."
"Uh.."
"Imbecile!" The woman angrily stormed to the bathroom and slammed the door. Moments later she emerged. "Yep, Spike, you sure did it this time. Stupid TIT of a man."
"What did I do??" He called after the woman.
"I'm pregnant, that's what you did!" She yelled, storming downstairs. McKenzie sat at the table, with the spoon halfway to her mouth, frozen in motion.
Well, she thought she is with Spike. She rose from the couch, and stepped into the bedroom. She glanced in the mirror, and frowned at her reflection. I'm forty, she thought. Such an ugly number. She brushed the thought off, glancing back toward the bathroom.
"I'll take a shower," she announced loudly, to no one in particular. She smiled again at the thought of finally being alone in the house. She quickly erased the thought, thinking again, I'm alone in the house, I'm supposed to be happy if my husband is home."I'm taking a shower," she announced once more, stepping into the tiled room. She strode into the hall from the bathroom and started unbuttoning her shirt.
Ha ha, she laughed to herself. I'm going to undress in the hallway and no one's ever going to know. She smiled again, and peeled off the shirt. She glanced over her shoulder to see if anyone was looking, and unhooked her bra. She laughed out loud as she slid out of her jeans, and pulled her bra off. "I'm undressing in the hallway," she called loudly, toward the door. She was greeted by silence. She smiled again as she walked bravely downstairs, nude.
She laughed again as she stepped into the kitchen. This is absurd, she thought. I should go back upstairs. She started back toward the stairs, when an image popped into her head. She laughed harder at this, shaking her head, and decided on a whim she'd do it. She ran back into the kitchen and stole the flowers from the vase on the table. She ran back upstairs, laughing all the time. She sprinkled the colorful flower petals over the comforter, and climbed nude, into the bed. She smiled, and closed her eyes.
The only thing she could think was just wait, just wait until Spike gets home. She awoke hours later to Spike, yelling "Bloody hell, woman, can't you keep your clothes out of the hallway?" She startled herself awake and quickly posed in bed. Spike walked into the room, and jumped at the sight of his wife. "Buffy. We've come a long way and I've never seen you do this."
"You've never seen a lot of things, isn't this a good time to start?"
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Spike and Buffy woke early the next morning. Spike mumbled something about being great last night, and rolled over, just to begin snoring again. Buffy smiled again and rolled over next to him, hugging him. "Spike," she whispered, "Can I whisper sweet nothings in your ear?"
"You can whisper anything in my ear in twelve hours," he grumbled, and rolled over again, in a faint attempt to get away from Buffy.
"C'mon," she whined, crawling towards him, and nestling her head on his chest. "Please?"Spike rolled over again, moaning about never getting his space in bed, and landed with a "phoomph" on the floor.
Buffy, having overheard his griping, smiled and said "You can have all the space you want down there." She grinned and stole the blankets from his side of the bed and made herself comfortable on her side, looking down to the floor, and smiling at Spike. The door creaked open and McKenzie looked in at her mother, smiling down at the floor.
"Mother?"
"Hmm?"
"Where's Daddy?"
"I dunno," she said with a laugh, and turned to face her daughter. The smirk on Kenzies face quickly turned to a frown, when she saw her mothers bare shoulders.
"You had sex," she said accusingly, and left, shutting the door behind her.
"Of course we had sex!" She called back to her daughter, who had ascended into the kitchen, pouring herself a bowl of Lucky Charms, and picking out the cereal. McKenzie watched as her mother stepped into the kitchen in her bath robe.
"Breakfast," she said to her daughter, "is not a bowl of marshmallows. I don't see why your father buys it."
"My father," Kenzie answered mockingly, "is a twit of a man who had sex with you last night."
"Your father," Buffy answered with a light hearted laugh, "is quite a twit of a man, who did have sex with me last night. And you," she smiled again, "are a twit of a girl, who came from sex fifteen years ago." Her mother smiled, satisfied, and hastened to add, "HA!"
Spike, awakened from his fall off the bed called, "I'm not a tit, don't talk about me!"
"Sure, honey," Buffy called with a smile, "Sure." The woman left the kitchen, pausing only a moment to look at the calendar. She slightly noticed the marked off days, and didn't acknowledge the marked off date BP, until she sat on the couch, to sip at some coffee. She realized with a start, and ran back to the calendar.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven,eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen....With a growl, she ran back upstairs, and glared accusingly at Spike. "You know what you did?" She asked the sleeping man. "Do you know what you did?" He laughed, and climbed onto the bed.
"To you?" He asked with a grin.
"Yes, to me."
"Last night?"
"No."
"Uh.."
"Imbecile!" The woman angrily stormed to the bathroom and slammed the door. Moments later she emerged. "Yep, Spike, you sure did it this time. Stupid TIT of a man."
"What did I do??" He called after the woman.
"I'm pregnant, that's what you did!" She yelled, storming downstairs. McKenzie sat at the table, with the spoon halfway to her mouth, frozen in motion.