Title: What the Heart Goes Through
Author: Angelchic612
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story. That pleasure
goes to Joss Whedon
Author's Note: Dawn does not exist in this story. I felt that she was tying
Buffy down too much, so I didn't use her. Oh, and sorry if there are some
spelling problems! Thanks to my bud Jenny for helping in my moments of
writers block with some awesome ideas!!!
Feedback: PLEASE!!
A/N: DAVID BOREANAZ IS THE HOTTEST!
The Newest Member
For the next couple of days, Buffy didn't leave Angel's side. She even fed and slept when he did.
Buffy went to see her mom also during that time, with Angel. They talked about how her new life would be, and when she would visit.
Now, Buffy was sleeping. She lay next to Angel, his arm wrapped securely around her waist. Buffy awoke, a sick feeling of dizziness overtaking her.
"Buffy? Are you okay?" Angel asked when he saw Buffy rush to the bathroom holding her stomach.
"Not feeling so good.dizzy," she answered slowly. Angel went into the bathroom to see her throwing up. Normally it would be all blood, but she had still been eating normal foods. Angel held her hair back from her face, and when she was done, handed her a toothbrush with the toothpaste already on it. Angel picked her up and carried her back into their bedroom.
"You should sleep, maybe this will pass," Angel said, tucking her in. Buffy closed her eyes and looked as asleep as a vampire could. Angel watched her for a while before going into the living room and picking up a book. He felt that it wasn't time to call Giles yet.
A little while later Buffy shuffled out of the bedroom, walking over to the fridge. She tried to drink some blood, but when she looked at it she got queasy. Angel came up behind her, nuzzling her neck.
"Feeling better baby?" he asked lovingly.
"I was, then I tried to eat something and got all queasy. I don't understand," Buffy said tired.
"I think I'm going to call Giles. You shouldn't be feeling this way. Why don't you sleep some more?" Angel suggested.
"I don't want to if your not there. Besides, I've slept enough. I'm not even tired," she said, yawning. Angel gave a small chuckle and led her to the couch.
"Alright then, why don't you sit here while I call Giles, then we'll go from there," Angel said. He sat down, taking the portable phone from the cradle. Buffy immediately sat on his lap, putting her head on his chest. She went straight to sleep.
Angel had a rather short conversation with Giles. Giles wasn't really sure of the cause, and his books weren't telling him much. He suggested they visit a Shaman. The local Shaman was named Achmed, and was located fairly close.
Buffy woke a few hours later, back on the bed. She heard the shower running and smiled at the images that sprung to her mind. She sat up, groaning, and once again felt the urge to throw up. She promptly ran to the bathroom and did so. Angel was just drying off, and if she wasn't busy empting her stomach, she might have stopped and appreciated the sight before her. Angel frowned; Buffy didn't seem to be getting any better. Once Buffy was feeling a bit better, they dressed. Angel wore his signature all black and duster, while Buffy donned tight red leather pants and a black halter top as well as a leather jacket. No matter how she was feeling, Buffy could always dress well, and Angel marveled at that. Ever since she had become a vampire, she had been dressing sexier, not that Angel minded, but he didn't want other men to see her like that.
The sun soon set and they were driving across town in Angel's convertible. Buffy clicked on the radio and changed it to her favorite station, which played rock. Angel wasn't thrilled by her selection, but it wasn't as bad as some of the music out there.
The Shaman's residence was located in a strip mall, surprisingly enough. They entered to the ringing of the bell on the door, and the man behind the counter looked up.
"Achmed?" Angel asked.
"Yes. What can I do for you vampires tonight?" Achmed asked, smiling.
"Well, Buffy here is ill. She keeps throwing up and feeling nauseous. We were wondering what was causing this." Angel said. Buffy leaned against Angel, another wave of nausea overcoming her. She pushed it down, not wanting to throw up on this nice mans floor.
"Please step back here and we can get you checked out," Achmed said, directing them to the back of the store. Behind a curtain were a few comfy chairs and one table for examining. Buffy slowly sat on the table and laid back. Achmed put his hand to her forehead and took a deep breath. He closed his eyes and concentrated on what was troubling this beautiful young woman. It suddenly dawned on him. He grabbed a stethoscope and placed it on her stomach. He heard the faintest heart beat.
"Oh my! Well, this is quite a shock seeing as you two are vampires," Achmed said, smiling from ear to ear.
"What?" Angel said, getting worried.
"Nothing to be worried about.Daddy," Achmed said, smiling. Buffy sat up quickly.
"I'm pregnant?" she asked. Achmed nodded. Tears sprang into her eyes. 'Were going to have a child' she thought. Angel was speechless.
The Newest Member
For the next couple of days, Buffy didn't leave Angel's side. She even fed and slept when he did.
Buffy went to see her mom also during that time, with Angel. They talked about how her new life would be, and when she would visit.
Now, Buffy was sleeping. She lay next to Angel, his arm wrapped securely around her waist. Buffy awoke, a sick feeling of dizziness overtaking her.
"Buffy? Are you okay?" Angel asked when he saw Buffy rush to the bathroom holding her stomach.
"Not feeling so good.dizzy," she answered slowly. Angel went into the bathroom to see her throwing up. Normally it would be all blood, but she had still been eating normal foods. Angel held her hair back from her face, and when she was done, handed her a toothbrush with the toothpaste already on it. Angel picked her up and carried her back into their bedroom.
"You should sleep, maybe this will pass," Angel said, tucking her in. Buffy closed her eyes and looked as asleep as a vampire could. Angel watched her for a while before going into the living room and picking up a book. He felt that it wasn't time to call Giles yet.
A little while later Buffy shuffled out of the bedroom, walking over to the fridge. She tried to drink some blood, but when she looked at it she got queasy. Angel came up behind her, nuzzling her neck.
"Feeling better baby?" he asked lovingly.
"I was, then I tried to eat something and got all queasy. I don't understand," Buffy said tired.
"I think I'm going to call Giles. You shouldn't be feeling this way. Why don't you sleep some more?" Angel suggested.
"I don't want to if your not there. Besides, I've slept enough. I'm not even tired," she said, yawning. Angel gave a small chuckle and led her to the couch.
"Alright then, why don't you sit here while I call Giles, then we'll go from there," Angel said. He sat down, taking the portable phone from the cradle. Buffy immediately sat on his lap, putting her head on his chest. She went straight to sleep.
Angel had a rather short conversation with Giles. Giles wasn't really sure of the cause, and his books weren't telling him much. He suggested they visit a Shaman. The local Shaman was named Achmed, and was located fairly close.
Buffy woke a few hours later, back on the bed. She heard the shower running and smiled at the images that sprung to her mind. She sat up, groaning, and once again felt the urge to throw up. She promptly ran to the bathroom and did so. Angel was just drying off, and if she wasn't busy empting her stomach, she might have stopped and appreciated the sight before her. Angel frowned; Buffy didn't seem to be getting any better. Once Buffy was feeling a bit better, they dressed. Angel wore his signature all black and duster, while Buffy donned tight red leather pants and a black halter top as well as a leather jacket. No matter how she was feeling, Buffy could always dress well, and Angel marveled at that. Ever since she had become a vampire, she had been dressing sexier, not that Angel minded, but he didn't want other men to see her like that.
The sun soon set and they were driving across town in Angel's convertible. Buffy clicked on the radio and changed it to her favorite station, which played rock. Angel wasn't thrilled by her selection, but it wasn't as bad as some of the music out there.
The Shaman's residence was located in a strip mall, surprisingly enough. They entered to the ringing of the bell on the door, and the man behind the counter looked up.
"Achmed?" Angel asked.
"Yes. What can I do for you vampires tonight?" Achmed asked, smiling.
"Well, Buffy here is ill. She keeps throwing up and feeling nauseous. We were wondering what was causing this." Angel said. Buffy leaned against Angel, another wave of nausea overcoming her. She pushed it down, not wanting to throw up on this nice mans floor.
"Please step back here and we can get you checked out," Achmed said, directing them to the back of the store. Behind a curtain were a few comfy chairs and one table for examining. Buffy slowly sat on the table and laid back. Achmed put his hand to her forehead and took a deep breath. He closed his eyes and concentrated on what was troubling this beautiful young woman. It suddenly dawned on him. He grabbed a stethoscope and placed it on her stomach. He heard the faintest heart beat.
"Oh my! Well, this is quite a shock seeing as you two are vampires," Achmed said, smiling from ear to ear.
"What?" Angel said, getting worried.
"Nothing to be worried about.Daddy," Achmed said, smiling. Buffy sat up quickly.
"I'm pregnant?" she asked. Achmed nodded. Tears sprang into her eyes. 'Were going to have a child' she thought. Angel was speechless.