Chapter 6
After the scare at the convenient store last month, Buffy and Spike decided to go out only on the last Monday night of the month.
Two months into her pregnancy, Buffy's belly was already slightly protruding. Declaring that her jeans weren't fitting comfortably, they decided to risk going again for maternity clothes. She chose a too large black shirt that went to her mid-thighs and a pair of black stretch pants to wear for the outing. As she made up her face like she did last month, she noticed she didn't use as much powder for she was not as tan as she used to be.
They walked into Sears, noticed only as the couple in black, an hour and a half before closing. With their hair framing their expressionless faces, they walked silently to the maternity section.
10 minutes before the department store closed, Buffy and Spike walked out, both carrying 4 bags, 2 in each hand. Most of the clothing was black, but one bag was filled with blues, purples, reds, greens, and a few whites. In another bag, there were a week's worth of lingerie and a few luxuries. They walked across the asphalt to a black BMW. When they reached the crypt, Spike pressed a button, and a rectangular piece of land big enough for a car to fit through split down the middle and slid into the ground. Driving down the ramp, the concrete doors slid shut behind the car.
As she was putting away her new clothes that were still warm from the dryer, Buffy thought about what she was doing with her life, and what her friends and family were doing. She was so distracted; she had stopped in mid-fold and didn't hear when Spike had walked into the room.
"Penny for your thoughts," he said with a smirk. He watched her jump and spin around, then stick her hand out. When he didn't move, she rubbed her thumb, fore and middle finger together. Laughing, he tossed a shiny penny in her direction. She pocketed the coin and turned her attention back to the clothes in front of her. He got up from his position of lounging against the doorframe and moved across the room. He slipped his arms around her waist and splayed his pale hands across her swelling womb. With his chin resting on her shoulder, he murmured,
"Pet? Whatcha thinkin' 'bout?"
"Mmm, nothing important," she responded, not all there.
Back in the Magic Box, the subject of Buffy's thoughts were sitting in silence, each thinking a different thought.
Joyce: What is she's hurt? What if she's alone, and scared? Oh my God, what if she's dead?!
Dawn: Jeez. That's Buffy for you. Always doing something to be the center of attention. And she had to take the only hotty in Sunnydale with her.
Giles: I'm sure she's fine. Well, as fine as one can get with Spike. I need a drink...
Willow: I wonder if Tara and I can do some sort of spell...
Tara: Did we blow out the candles in the apartment?
Xander: I bet she's not giving us a second thought. I bet she's enjoying her time away from us. What would she do? I bet she's having sex. Hmmm…Buffy having sex. Okay, new topic…
Anya: Can't they just admit they don't know where she is? Me and Xander could be having sex.
"If you guys are just gonna sit here, can we go? Me and Xander could be having many orgasms right now," Anya voiced her thoughts and pulled a blushing Xander out the door, leaving the remaining 5 with the same image going through their minds.
"Well, ah…I think that ruined this meeting of the Scoobies," Willow commented, then she added, "Can we," indicating to herself and Tara, "leave?"
"I bloody well guess so," Giles sighed, frustrated.
Smiling, Willow bounced out the door with Tara in tow.
Sitting in silence, Giles looked up at Joyce, who gave him a sympathetic smile.
"Would you like to come over for supper tonight, Mr. Giles?" Joyce asked, then added with a slight hint of pain in her voice, "We have an extra seat."
Dawn looked up at her mother, then smiled and nodded at Giles.
"Um, well, if you don't mind…" Giles started to respond.
"No, no at all," Dawn chirped.
Giles chuckled as he followed the Summers out the door, locking it behind him.
After the scare at the convenient store last month, Buffy and Spike decided to go out only on the last Monday night of the month.
Two months into her pregnancy, Buffy's belly was already slightly protruding. Declaring that her jeans weren't fitting comfortably, they decided to risk going again for maternity clothes. She chose a too large black shirt that went to her mid-thighs and a pair of black stretch pants to wear for the outing. As she made up her face like she did last month, she noticed she didn't use as much powder for she was not as tan as she used to be.
They walked into Sears, noticed only as the couple in black, an hour and a half before closing. With their hair framing their expressionless faces, they walked silently to the maternity section.
10 minutes before the department store closed, Buffy and Spike walked out, both carrying 4 bags, 2 in each hand. Most of the clothing was black, but one bag was filled with blues, purples, reds, greens, and a few whites. In another bag, there were a week's worth of lingerie and a few luxuries. They walked across the asphalt to a black BMW. When they reached the crypt, Spike pressed a button, and a rectangular piece of land big enough for a car to fit through split down the middle and slid into the ground. Driving down the ramp, the concrete doors slid shut behind the car.
As she was putting away her new clothes that were still warm from the dryer, Buffy thought about what she was doing with her life, and what her friends and family were doing. She was so distracted; she had stopped in mid-fold and didn't hear when Spike had walked into the room.
"Penny for your thoughts," he said with a smirk. He watched her jump and spin around, then stick her hand out. When he didn't move, she rubbed her thumb, fore and middle finger together. Laughing, he tossed a shiny penny in her direction. She pocketed the coin and turned her attention back to the clothes in front of her. He got up from his position of lounging against the doorframe and moved across the room. He slipped his arms around her waist and splayed his pale hands across her swelling womb. With his chin resting on her shoulder, he murmured,
"Pet? Whatcha thinkin' 'bout?"
"Mmm, nothing important," she responded, not all there.
Back in the Magic Box, the subject of Buffy's thoughts were sitting in silence, each thinking a different thought.
Joyce: What is she's hurt? What if she's alone, and scared? Oh my God, what if she's dead?!
Dawn: Jeez. That's Buffy for you. Always doing something to be the center of attention. And she had to take the only hotty in Sunnydale with her.
Giles: I'm sure she's fine. Well, as fine as one can get with Spike. I need a drink...
Willow: I wonder if Tara and I can do some sort of spell...
Tara: Did we blow out the candles in the apartment?
Xander: I bet she's not giving us a second thought. I bet she's enjoying her time away from us. What would she do? I bet she's having sex. Hmmm…Buffy having sex. Okay, new topic…
Anya: Can't they just admit they don't know where she is? Me and Xander could be having sex.
"If you guys are just gonna sit here, can we go? Me and Xander could be having many orgasms right now," Anya voiced her thoughts and pulled a blushing Xander out the door, leaving the remaining 5 with the same image going through their minds.
"Well, ah…I think that ruined this meeting of the Scoobies," Willow commented, then she added, "Can we," indicating to herself and Tara, "leave?"
"I bloody well guess so," Giles sighed, frustrated.
Smiling, Willow bounced out the door with Tara in tow.
Sitting in silence, Giles looked up at Joyce, who gave him a sympathetic smile.
"Would you like to come over for supper tonight, Mr. Giles?" Joyce asked, then added with a slight hint of pain in her voice, "We have an extra seat."
Dawn looked up at her mother, then smiled and nodded at Giles.
"Um, well, if you don't mind…" Giles started to respond.
"No, no at all," Dawn chirped.
Giles chuckled as he followed the Summers out the door, locking it behind him.