Title: Child of Light
Author: Camilla aka Cosmic
Email: bananacosmicgirl@hotmail.com
Rating: R to be on the safe side. Some language/sex/violence, but none more than what you would see on the show, really.
Feedback: I love feedback!!
Distribution: Death Marked Love, ff.net. Anyone else, just ask.
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Part 10
Buffy rubbed her lower back while waiting for the water to begin boiling.
"Back hurting, pet?"
Spike's hands moved around her waist and she jumped at the touch, not having heard him enter the room. She sighed loudly as he began massaging carefully.
"Yeah," she said, leaning on him. I guess I should get used to it though. The books said back hurting is common, especially later on in the pregnancy."
He moved his hands from her back onto her stomach again. "Maybe it's worth it," he whispered in her ear.
She giggled. "Well, you wouldn't know anything about it, now would you? You won't have to go through anything to set this child to this world –"
"Nothing, love?"
"Nothing that's uncomfortable," she said, slightly annoyed, as she turner around to face him. He smirked.
"Nah, the part I was involved in was definitely comfortable."
She glared at him. "It's just unfair. Why do I have to take everything? I'm having to changing my body, hurting my back, breast swelling, being sick in the morning…" She looked up at him and saw that he was watching her with a sympathetic look. "I'm sorry," she said. "I'm being whiny."
"It's all right, love. I understand that it can't be easy, but I still hope that you think it's worth it."
"Oh Spike of course I think it's worth it. To have a baby – it's a chance I thought I'd never get, being the Slayer and all. You know I'm the happiest girl on Earth." She tilted her head to kiss him again.
"I know. Now, let's see if we can make you comfortable again…" He sneaked his hands underneath her shirt, letting her stomach fill his hands before continuing up to her breasts. She sighed happily.
A noise interrupted them and Buffy turned around to find the water on the stove boiling over.
"Shoot," she swore to herself, while Spike took a step back to let her handle the stove. He knew she would only get annoyed if he tried to help her.
Forty-five minutes later, dinner was on the table. Neither one of the two noticed the two dark figures outside of the window, listening intently to every word said.
* * *
"I can't believe it's already December."
"And I can't believe I'll be seven months pregnant very, very soon," Buffy sighed to her little sister.
"You know," Dawn told her, "That is the only thing you talk about these days."
Buffy glared at her. "Well it's kinda hard to keep your mind off something that will soon make me unable to see my toes," she shot at her. She made a gesture at her stomach, which did not seem as big at the moment because it was hidden underneath a huge sweatshirt.
"Yeah, yeah," Dawn sighed and turned her attention back to the TV. A second later, she looked back at Buffy. "When's Spike coming home?"
"I don't know, he said it could get late, cause there are a lot of guys sick right now, so he'll have to be there some extra."
"He really likes that job, now doesn't he?" Dawn asked.
"Seems like it. He spends a whole lot of time there, that's all I – Aii!"
A loud crash interrupted the calmness of the room as a ball of fire made thousands of glass splinters rain over the room. Dawn screamed as the pieces tore into her flesh, while Buffy tried her hardest to cover her sister, throwing her down on the floor. A couple of seconds later, all the glass was on the floor, and other than the burning something on the floor, things were calm once more.
"W-what was that?" Dawn stammered quietly, trying unsuccessfully to brush of pieces of glass from her clothing without getting any more cuts.
"I don't know," Buffy replied, "Are you all right?"
She looked at her baby sister. Dawn was bleeding a little from a cut by her right eyebrow, and some smaller shards had bruised her arms, but other than that she seemed physically okay.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Dawn said. "Though… I hate to say this, but it makes me a little … nervous when there comes burning thing through the window."
Buffy, who was making her way slowly towards the burning something turned around a little and gave her sister a small smile. Then she turned her attention back to the thing on the floor. The fire was dying out quickly, but it seemed as though the thing that had been burning was still fine. It was a rolled up piece of paper.
Buffy stretched her hand out and grabbed it once the fire was out, but screamed and let it go quickly as the thing burned her hand.
"Ouch," she said. "On second thought, I just might wait a little before looking at that…"
Dawn walked over to her sister and took Buffy's hand in hers. "Stay here," she said, "I'm gonna get the first aid kit."
"That's not," Buffy began, but her sister was already out of the room, "Necessary."
At that very moment, the front door opened and Spike came in. His eyes were wide open and he looked around the room in a slight panic. "Buffy?" he asked. "Nibblet?"
"We're here," Buffy said, walking over to him. "We're fine, don't worry."
"Don't worry?!" Spike asked. "I see someone run away from our house and the living room window is broken and I hear screaming and I shouldn't worry?!"
"Spike, really, it's okay. But you saw who did it?" That part had gotten her interest immediately.
"Just a shadow, no, actually there were two," Spike said, now bringing Buffy close and holding her while stroking her hair. "But I didn't see who it was. I would have gone after them but I had to make sure you were all right first. Now I would like to see the bleeding idiots, I would rip their arms off and cut their throats open and -"
"Spike, honey, that is way more than I want to hear," Buffy told him with a smile. "Although I can't say that I wouldn't do just about the same."
"Buffy, here's the first aid kit," Dawn said as she came down the stairs. When she saw that Spike was there, she ran down and threw her arms around him as though it had been years and years since she last saw him.
After Spike had hugged his two favorite girls for another couple of minutes, the trio made their way to the couch. Dawn lay with her head on Buffy's lap, while Buffy herself leaned on Spike a little. Soon, Buffy began stroking her sister's hair. It was a calming motion; it always made her feel better.
Once Dawn had fallen asleep, Buffy and Spike began talking in low voices after wrapping Buffy's burned hand. Spike had picked up the piece of paper from the floor a while before, and the two were now studying it.
"This is stupid," Buffy concluded. "And it's definitely not English."
"No, pet, it isn't."
"Why can't they write things in good ol' English instead of making prophecies in dumb languages that no one knows?" Buffy muttered. "And what's the point of throwing this into our lives when we don't get any of it anyway?"
"Well, as it turns out, love, this doesn't seem to be some ancient language at least."
"Huh? You're saying that you get what this says?" Buffy asked. Her tone was a little too loud, and Dawn stirred on the couch. The couple held their breaths, not wanting Dawn to wake up, and soon, she settled once more.
"Well, I'm not sure, but it seems as though this scroll is written in Swedish."
"Swedish? That's like, um, Sweden, right? Somewhere in Europe?"
"Very good, love. It's in Scandinavia. And if it is Swedish, then there are about nine million people who know the language this is written in."
"Uhu. And this you know because…?"
"Pet, I'm over a hundred years old. I have picked up some things during the years."
Buffy looked at him with a bored look. "So you decided to get to know everything about a country with nine million people?" she asked, disbelief in her voice.
Spike glared at her before turning on his charm instead, knowing that his fiancé was bored with the conversation anyway.
"That wasn't all I learned," he told her in a low voice, brushing his lips over hers.
"Spike, not… Dawn…" Buffy mumbled, but was silenced with a passionate kiss. She tried to resist but found herself loosing the battle with Spike very soon and her hands moved up over his hard, muscular body. Then she abruptly broke off.
"Not here," she whispered and pointed at Dawn, who was still laying with her head on the Slayer's lap.
"I'll fix that," Spike smiled. He got up and lifted Dawn carefully. "I'll be right back." He disappeared up the stairs with the still sleeping Dawn in his arms.
A couple of minutes later he was walking back down the stairs. It was quiet downstairs. Spike found his way to the living room, but stopped in the entrance. A tender smile crept onto his face, because on the couch was the petite Slayer, sleeping. Her bandaged hand rested lightly on her swelling tummy and the other one was under her head.
Spike let Buffy's slow and steady heartbeat, and the baby's faster one, fill his mind as he looked at her on the sofa.
My angel, he thought.
He just stood there watching her for a while, content and happy. Then, half an hour or so later, he walked over and picked her up. She fit so perfectly in her arms. Although the pregnancy was making her heavier, to him she was still as light as a feather. She cuddled closer to him unconsciously, as he made his way up the stairs for the second time.
TBC…
Author: Camilla aka Cosmic
Email: bananacosmicgirl@hotmail.com
Rating: R to be on the safe side. Some language/sex/violence, but none more than what you would see on the show, really.
Feedback: I love feedback!!
Distribution: Death Marked Love, ff.net. Anyone else, just ask.
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Part 10
Buffy rubbed her lower back while waiting for the water to begin boiling.
"Back hurting, pet?"
Spike's hands moved around her waist and she jumped at the touch, not having heard him enter the room. She sighed loudly as he began massaging carefully.
"Yeah," she said, leaning on him. I guess I should get used to it though. The books said back hurting is common, especially later on in the pregnancy."
He moved his hands from her back onto her stomach again. "Maybe it's worth it," he whispered in her ear.
She giggled. "Well, you wouldn't know anything about it, now would you? You won't have to go through anything to set this child to this world –"
"Nothing, love?"
"Nothing that's uncomfortable," she said, slightly annoyed, as she turner around to face him. He smirked.
"Nah, the part I was involved in was definitely comfortable."
She glared at him. "It's just unfair. Why do I have to take everything? I'm having to changing my body, hurting my back, breast swelling, being sick in the morning…" She looked up at him and saw that he was watching her with a sympathetic look. "I'm sorry," she said. "I'm being whiny."
"It's all right, love. I understand that it can't be easy, but I still hope that you think it's worth it."
"Oh Spike of course I think it's worth it. To have a baby – it's a chance I thought I'd never get, being the Slayer and all. You know I'm the happiest girl on Earth." She tilted her head to kiss him again.
"I know. Now, let's see if we can make you comfortable again…" He sneaked his hands underneath her shirt, letting her stomach fill his hands before continuing up to her breasts. She sighed happily.
A noise interrupted them and Buffy turned around to find the water on the stove boiling over.
"Shoot," she swore to herself, while Spike took a step back to let her handle the stove. He knew she would only get annoyed if he tried to help her.
Forty-five minutes later, dinner was on the table. Neither one of the two noticed the two dark figures outside of the window, listening intently to every word said.
* * *
"I can't believe it's already December."
"And I can't believe I'll be seven months pregnant very, very soon," Buffy sighed to her little sister.
"You know," Dawn told her, "That is the only thing you talk about these days."
Buffy glared at her. "Well it's kinda hard to keep your mind off something that will soon make me unable to see my toes," she shot at her. She made a gesture at her stomach, which did not seem as big at the moment because it was hidden underneath a huge sweatshirt.
"Yeah, yeah," Dawn sighed and turned her attention back to the TV. A second later, she looked back at Buffy. "When's Spike coming home?"
"I don't know, he said it could get late, cause there are a lot of guys sick right now, so he'll have to be there some extra."
"He really likes that job, now doesn't he?" Dawn asked.
"Seems like it. He spends a whole lot of time there, that's all I – Aii!"
A loud crash interrupted the calmness of the room as a ball of fire made thousands of glass splinters rain over the room. Dawn screamed as the pieces tore into her flesh, while Buffy tried her hardest to cover her sister, throwing her down on the floor. A couple of seconds later, all the glass was on the floor, and other than the burning something on the floor, things were calm once more.
"W-what was that?" Dawn stammered quietly, trying unsuccessfully to brush of pieces of glass from her clothing without getting any more cuts.
"I don't know," Buffy replied, "Are you all right?"
She looked at her baby sister. Dawn was bleeding a little from a cut by her right eyebrow, and some smaller shards had bruised her arms, but other than that she seemed physically okay.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Dawn said. "Though… I hate to say this, but it makes me a little … nervous when there comes burning thing through the window."
Buffy, who was making her way slowly towards the burning something turned around a little and gave her sister a small smile. Then she turned her attention back to the thing on the floor. The fire was dying out quickly, but it seemed as though the thing that had been burning was still fine. It was a rolled up piece of paper.
Buffy stretched her hand out and grabbed it once the fire was out, but screamed and let it go quickly as the thing burned her hand.
"Ouch," she said. "On second thought, I just might wait a little before looking at that…"
Dawn walked over to her sister and took Buffy's hand in hers. "Stay here," she said, "I'm gonna get the first aid kit."
"That's not," Buffy began, but her sister was already out of the room, "Necessary."
At that very moment, the front door opened and Spike came in. His eyes were wide open and he looked around the room in a slight panic. "Buffy?" he asked. "Nibblet?"
"We're here," Buffy said, walking over to him. "We're fine, don't worry."
"Don't worry?!" Spike asked. "I see someone run away from our house and the living room window is broken and I hear screaming and I shouldn't worry?!"
"Spike, really, it's okay. But you saw who did it?" That part had gotten her interest immediately.
"Just a shadow, no, actually there were two," Spike said, now bringing Buffy close and holding her while stroking her hair. "But I didn't see who it was. I would have gone after them but I had to make sure you were all right first. Now I would like to see the bleeding idiots, I would rip their arms off and cut their throats open and -"
"Spike, honey, that is way more than I want to hear," Buffy told him with a smile. "Although I can't say that I wouldn't do just about the same."
"Buffy, here's the first aid kit," Dawn said as she came down the stairs. When she saw that Spike was there, she ran down and threw her arms around him as though it had been years and years since she last saw him.
After Spike had hugged his two favorite girls for another couple of minutes, the trio made their way to the couch. Dawn lay with her head on Buffy's lap, while Buffy herself leaned on Spike a little. Soon, Buffy began stroking her sister's hair. It was a calming motion; it always made her feel better.
Once Dawn had fallen asleep, Buffy and Spike began talking in low voices after wrapping Buffy's burned hand. Spike had picked up the piece of paper from the floor a while before, and the two were now studying it.
"This is stupid," Buffy concluded. "And it's definitely not English."
"No, pet, it isn't."
"Why can't they write things in good ol' English instead of making prophecies in dumb languages that no one knows?" Buffy muttered. "And what's the point of throwing this into our lives when we don't get any of it anyway?"
"Well, as it turns out, love, this doesn't seem to be some ancient language at least."
"Huh? You're saying that you get what this says?" Buffy asked. Her tone was a little too loud, and Dawn stirred on the couch. The couple held their breaths, not wanting Dawn to wake up, and soon, she settled once more.
"Well, I'm not sure, but it seems as though this scroll is written in Swedish."
"Swedish? That's like, um, Sweden, right? Somewhere in Europe?"
"Very good, love. It's in Scandinavia. And if it is Swedish, then there are about nine million people who know the language this is written in."
"Uhu. And this you know because…?"
"Pet, I'm over a hundred years old. I have picked up some things during the years."
Buffy looked at him with a bored look. "So you decided to get to know everything about a country with nine million people?" she asked, disbelief in her voice.
Spike glared at her before turning on his charm instead, knowing that his fiancé was bored with the conversation anyway.
"That wasn't all I learned," he told her in a low voice, brushing his lips over hers.
"Spike, not… Dawn…" Buffy mumbled, but was silenced with a passionate kiss. She tried to resist but found herself loosing the battle with Spike very soon and her hands moved up over his hard, muscular body. Then she abruptly broke off.
"Not here," she whispered and pointed at Dawn, who was still laying with her head on the Slayer's lap.
"I'll fix that," Spike smiled. He got up and lifted Dawn carefully. "I'll be right back." He disappeared up the stairs with the still sleeping Dawn in his arms.
A couple of minutes later he was walking back down the stairs. It was quiet downstairs. Spike found his way to the living room, but stopped in the entrance. A tender smile crept onto his face, because on the couch was the petite Slayer, sleeping. Her bandaged hand rested lightly on her swelling tummy and the other one was under her head.
Spike let Buffy's slow and steady heartbeat, and the baby's faster one, fill his mind as he looked at her on the sofa.
My angel, he thought.
He just stood there watching her for a while, content and happy. Then, half an hour or so later, he walked over and picked her up. She fit so perfectly in her arms. Although the pregnancy was making her heavier, to him she was still as light as a feather. She cuddled closer to him unconsciously, as he made his way up the stairs for the second time.
TBC…