So this story came to me while I was in the middle of writing my Venom/BTVS fic and it wouldn't let me go until I wrote it. It's a what-if fic where Spike ends up raising his and Buffy's kid alone and how their daughter brings these two together. Yeah, not much thought was put into it other than I want to put this kind of plot into writing.
But I was successful and here's the story! Hope you enjoy it, though a little warning for those who wanted fluffy things in life, this chapter and a lot of parts of this story, are a little on the sad side, so bring tissues. Another warning to others who might not be comfortable with this trope, Spike carries the baby in this one! That means the fic contains MPREG. Hope that doesn't turn you off.
Now that those warnings are out of the way, please enjoy the story!
(O.O)
Spike had been feeling off lately.
First, he'd been having cravings for a variety of human foods, which normally wasn't unusual for him. He always did like to eat people food. However, for the life of him, he couldn't understand when he started liking the combination of peanut butter, apricot, and pickles.
Then there were the headaches. It came to him at different moments in the day. Mostly during mid-morning when he was watching his favorite soaps.
They weren't that painful like the headaches he associated with the chip when it fired. But every time he had them, it was like he was hungover, only he didn't remember drinking that much the night before. He was always forced to lie on his bed and spend the rest of his day sleeping it off and he'd end up missing his shows.
The last straw for him was the fact that for the past three days, he'd been waking up nauseous and would end up vomiting what little blood he was able to scam off from Willie's and the local butcher. Those were good blood and he needed those blood to survive, so he'd always end up cursing up whatever was causing him to feel this miserable.
He needed to find out and maybe put a stop to all these nonsensical things that were happening to him. As such, he decided to pay a visit to the demon doctor in town.
He wasn't really a doctor-doctor and was more like a nurse, who happened to be a half-Pilka demon that worked at Sunnydale Hospital. But he's helped patch up Spike more times than he can count, that the vampire knew the other was at least competent enough to determine what was wrong with him.
He was hoping that the doc could at least give him some explanation of what was happening to him and maybe give him something to stop it.
However, out of all the explanations, he had been hoping for this was just not one of them.
"Congratulations! You're pregnant!" The doc said it so enthusiastically that the vampire wasn't certain whether this was a joke or not.
"I double-checked everything, Spike, and I can say for certain that you've been carrying a baby inside you for the last three months."
Three months! Bloody hell, how did this happen?
"Hmm? Oh, you mean how you got pregnant?" The doc asked.
Apparently, he had asked that question out loud.
"Well, I mean, when two people are together and have sex–"
"I know how people get pregnant, you ponce! I meant me! How, in the bloody hell, did I get pregnant? I mean, I am a vampire for one thing, and two, I am a man, for fuck's sakes! I can't get pregnant!"
"Okay, okay. I get it. This must be really strange for you," the doctor said in a soothing voice.
"Strange is one way to put it, doc."
"But vampires getting pregnant is not as uncommon as you might think. The same can be said for men. Some spells can make these things happen."
"But I don't remember–"
It was then that Spike remembered what happened three months back while he and Buffy were patrolling one of the cemeteries in Sunnydale.
They had come across a group of demons doing a ritual of some sort.
Now normally, he'd let them be since the majority of demons who did rituals were mostly harmless. But he was with his girl, who always punched first and asked questions later.
Anyway, they had killed the demons with ease, but not before one of them threw some powdery substance at him. He disposed of that demon and had thought nothing of it.
He was used to getting blood and guts on his clothes, so some stupid dusty shit from a bunch of mystic demons wasn't that unusual for him.
That was what he thought until he was suddenly tackled by his Slayer.
He'd been surprised but was pleasantly distracted by Buffy's mouth sucking his Sire's mark.
His girl had gotten good at arousing him and had practically memorized all his pleasure points, that complaining to her about her sudden desire to have public sex didn't even cross his mind at the time and he ended up having one of the best sex in his unlife not thinking about any consequences.
His mistake.
Who knew that little incident would result in him getting pregnant?
He left the doctor's place and went straight back to his crypt. His mind was racing and, if his heart was beating, he was certain it would have been pounding so hard in his chest.
PREGNANT
He was fucking pregnant with the Slayer's sprog.
How was it that every time something bad happened to him it was always because of that infernal woman?
Love of his unlife or not, she still found new ways to screw with him, even when she didn't mean to.
If he hadn't been thinking with his dick that night, none of this would've happened.
But it did and he had no idea what he was going to do.
Should he tell the Slayer? Or maybe he should keep this a secret. Was he keeping the kid? How was he going to do that?
So many questions, and fuck, he had no answer to any of them.
He was now regretting going to the doc to find out answers to what was happening in his body.
If only he sucked it up and ignored the pain, maybe he wouldn't be in this position.
Pacing around his crypt, like a nervous beast, and smoking like a train through two packs of cigarettes, all because he was confused, scared, and uncertain about what he was going to do with his kid that was slowly growing inside him.
His kid.
Spike stopped his musings and gave a startled sound over this little revelation.
He was carrying his child, and he was going to be a father about six months from now.
It was a surreal thought, but Spike could not help but feel excited by it.
Fatherhood was a dream he had been forced to abandon the night that he was turned.
He saw no point in dreaming of something that was never going to happen.
Now that it was happening, he realized that it wasn't as bad as he had initially thought.
He remembered his human days when he would fantasize about having a family, a loving wife and two children who they dotted on. He had dreamed of telling their kids stories and explaining to them the beauty of life as his mother did. He imagined him playing with them, taking care of them, and being there for them because he loved them and they loved him in return.
It was a nice dream. Spike smiled because he realized he now can make that into a reality because of this accident.
For the first time since he heard the doctor tell him that he was pregnant, he knew exactly what he wanted to do with his child.
He knew wanted to keep the kid.
God, he wanted it so badly.
But of course, he was also going to be realistic. He knew it would not be easy. There were several things he also needed to take into account now that he has decided that he was keeping the kid.
First, he was still a vampire, and by all accounts and purposes, he was still legally considered dead and he had a lot of enemies who could use his child against him. His daughter or son would be in constant danger and that was terrifying in itself. He needed to find a way to protect them.
He had been fortunate these past three months, and maybe the next six as well, that his pregnancy is not a normal one, because instead of his kid growing inside a uterus, which he did not have, the baby was in some sort of metaphysical dome located in his stomach or abdomen.
His hand touched his stomach.
According to the doc earlier, it will take strong magic to cause damage to his sprog. Physical attacks on those areas of his body won't hurt it. It was also because of this dome-thingy that until the morning sickness came, Spike hadn't noticed anything different about himself.
This is because aside from keeping the baby protected it also hid the fact that he was three months pregnant, because the magic allowed him to keep his appearance, and that's why he didn't end up bloating up like a whale.
The dome was going to protect his baby and even keep it unnoticed by anyone until its birth and he had nothing to worry about in that department until then.
But once the baby was born, he would have to come up with a better way to protect it.
"Speaking of protection," Spike muttered before eying his crypt.
He realized another thing he should also consider for his child.
His home wasn't what you call child-friendly. Putting the weapons that he had lying around aside, his place was too cold for a baby. It was also too dark and anyone could come inside and attack them if he wasn't careful.
He knew he couldn't keep his kid there, so he would have to also find a new place to live.
You could tell the Slayer about it? A voice in his head said. It's half her kid too.
He gave it a thought.
Indeed. He could tell Buffy about the baby and maybe she'll be willing to help him with it.
They could raise it together and be a real family.
What a nice thought.
But he tried to be realistic again.
He knew his girl was not in a good place at the moment. Losing heaven was still on her mind and she was even having problems taking care of her own kid sis. Add the fact she still refused to acknowledge their relationship and was adamant in her decision not to tell her friends about them, letting her know that he was pregnant with her kid didn't seem like a good idea.
She'd be more likely to tell me to simply abort the kid than to keep it. He thought bitterly.
Knowing Buffy's prejudice against demons, he knew that she'd default into anger once she'd find out about the baby and would most likely blame him for what happened before she'd start looking for ways to get rid of the sprog because it was born from him.
Or worse, she might even keep the kid but would refuse to let him in its life because he was nothing but a soulless evil vampire.
"I can't take my chances with her then," the vampire said with a defeated voice as he sat down on his battered chair.
Though Spike loved Buffy, he wasn't going to be an idiot and risk losing his child to her. So letting her know about their kid was out of the question.
Maybe when she starts feeling something other than lust and desire towards me, I might change my mind about telling her about our child. He thought.
So he decided that until then, he was going to keep his pregnancy a secret.
The rest of his night, since it looked like she wasn't going to make an appearance, was spent planning on how he was going to raise his kid.
His plans weren't perfect but at least he was making them for the future of his child.
(O.O)
Spike stood in the middle of the wreckage that used to be his home. His furniture and possessions, bits of the demon egg's former occupants, all scattered everywhere, burnt and charred.
Nothing was salvageable, and fuck, didn't that hurt.
He'd been living in this town for close to three years and in that time he'd accumulated a lot of stuff that, for the first time in his unlife, he called his.
Seeing everything gone, made him want to cry. Okay, so he was crying.
Stupid hormones. It made him more emotional than he would like.
He immediately wiped the tears though. Someone was coming and he knew exactly who it was. It was someone who he thought didn't deserve to see him sobbing over his lost things.
Because she was the reason he lost them in the first place.
The Slayer appeared behind him and stopped a little ways off.
He refused to look at her. Knowing that there were still remnants of his little crying fit visible on his face.
"So she's back. Thought you'd be off snogging with soldier-boy." He didn't bother to hide the resentment in his voice.
"He's gone."
He snorted. Of course, he left. That man was an idiot who couldn't see past his inadequacies to realize how lucky he was to have even an ounce of the love of the woman before Spike.
"So, you come for a bit of cold comfort?"
He still refused to look at her and instead turned in the direction of where his bed once was.
"The bed's a bit blown up, but then, that was never our–"
"I'm not here to–" She breaks off.
It was here that Spike finally turned to face her.
Buffy flinched at the sight of him. His eyes were red, obviously, he had been crying before she came.
And that only served to make her feel worse about what she was planning to do. But she had to be strong.
This was for the best.
She needed to do this because–well, what they were doing was wrong. It always was.
"And I'm not here to bust your chops about your stupid scheme, either. That's just you. I should have remembered."
That's right. Tonight was proof that Spike was not someone she could trust. Ever.
So she had to do this, while she could still get out of this horrid relationship.
"So this is worse then, is this– is you telling me–"
"It's over."
There. She finally said it, and this time, she meant it.
"I've memorized this tune, Luv. Think I have the sheet music. Doesn't change what you want."
"I know that." She paused, surprising the vampire. "I do want you. Being with you… Makes things... Simpler. But only for a little while."
He snorted. "I don't call five hours straight a little while."
"I'm using you."
Spike stared at her. A giant rock formed in the pit of his stomach and this one wasn't caused by his unique condition.
She was serious. Like really serious.
And he couldn't stop the panic feeling from setting into him.
He didn't want to lose her now.
"I can't love you. I'm just–being weak, and selfish," she went on and each word hurt him like a bloody stake to his undead heart.
He tried to move towards her, slowly, hoping he could coax something from her, at least make her see that this was a mistake by using her desires for him against her.
"Really not complaining here," he whispered, sounding somewhat desperate.
"And it's killing me."
Spike frowned at this because that can't be true. She was making it sound like everything they ever did together brought her nothing but pain and agony. Like he never once made her smile, happy, contented, or even satisfied with his ministrations.
That everything they had done was nothing.
That he was nothing.
"I have to be strong about this."
He continued to stare at her, not understanding everything but at the same time, knowing exactly what was happening.
"I'm sorry, William," she said, before turning around and leaving him alone.
Spike continued to stare at the empty space where his– no, she wasn't his anymore, where the Slayer once stood before an overwhelming feeling of pain overtook him.
He clutched his abdomen, dropped to his knees, and wept.
It was over.
He wasn't even given the chance to argue.
Buffy didn't let him have a say in the ending of this pathetic excuse of a relationship.
She wrecked his home, came back, and broke his unbeating heart.
That selfish bitch.
He should hate her. But despite it all, he couldn't even muster that emotion, because he was too busy being overrun by the grief of losing his girl, who just happened to be the mother (father?) of his unborn child.
Fuck his unlife.
TBC
(O.O)
And that's for the first chapter. Let me know your thoughts and feelings so far. Thanks for reading and hope to see you guys in the next chapter.