Chapter 7
During the third month of Buffy's pregnancy, she noticed she looked about 5 months along.
"Oh, God. I'm already as big as a house!" she whined one day.
"No you're not, you look beautiful," Spike commented absent-mindedly, obviously used to the statement.
"But, but…you weren't even looking!" she pulled her shirt up above her abdomen, "This is NOT how I wanted to look at 20!"
"Just be thankful you made it to 20," Spike replied with a smirk.
"You have answers to everything, don't you?" Buffy stormed out of the room.
"As a matter of fact, yes," he muttered to himself.
Having calmed down, Buffy came out of her private room and sat in Spike's lap like nothing happened.
"Pet, you're blocking my view of the tele," he said as she sat down.
"What'cha watchin'?"
"Passions. Now, if you'll excuse me…" he trailed off distracted by the TV program.
Once the show was over, Buffy looked into Spike's blue eyes.
"What?" he asked after staring back at her.
"Oh, nothing, just thinking," she replied.
"About…?"
"I was just wondering, how old you are, now that you're human," she paused, "And if I get to call you William, like Dawn said."
Spike thought for a bit before answering,
"Well, I was about, 25 when I was turned. And, I guess you could call me that, if you wanted to, pet. Although, I may not answer you."
Buffy laughed as he winked at her. She got up slowly and walked over to the calendar hanging on the wall.
"Can you believe we've been down here over three months?" She inquired, "I wonder what everyone is doing up in the land of the living?"
Spike just looked at her with a small, amused smile.
Back in the land of the living, the Scoobies were training. Willow and Tara were working on diminishing spells, Xander was working out, and Anya was annoying the hell out of everyone. Giles, Joyce, and Dawn were all in the main room of the Magic Box helping customers. The two girls were in the back room, Xander in the training room, and Anya was alternating between the two. When the sun set, the four who were in sub-rooms prepared themselves for another night of patrolling. Dawn was trying to get permission from her mother to go with the group.
"Please, mom? I could watch out for them, tell them when they're about to be attacked. Please?"
"No," Joyce responded, "Absolutely not. I'm not about to lose another daughter." And without another word, she pulled a protesting Dawn out the door with a jingle of the bells.
"Well, I guess we're off," Xander said testing the weight of the ax he held. Willow tucked two stakes into her jeans and Tara concealed three bottle of Holy Water. Anya just stood in the middle of the shop.
"So, what do I do?" she asked.
"You do the thing you do best, annoy and distract," Willow said matter-of-factly.
Once outside, the 4 trooped about the cemetery, looking for anything unusual. After dusting 5 vamps, turning 2 demons into mice, and rescuing a kitten from a tree, they called it a night. As the two couples split and walked their separate ways, Tara noticed a figure running into Spikes old crypt. Not reporting it, she walked on in silence, and wondered who would have any interest in the place. Spike, obviously. But he wasn't there anymore. She assumed Buffy and Spike ran off together. And she knew that once a vampire claims its lair, no other vampire tries to re-claim it, even if it was abandoned, it case the original owner decided to come back. So, if it weren't a vampire, who, or what, could it be?
Buffy sat in the living room, panting. She had crept outside to get fresh air when she had seen her friends fighting off the things that go bump in the night. She had a good chuckle when Xander attempted to climb up a tree and fail at bringing the stuck cat to the ground. She was impressed when she saw Willow chanted a spell that allowed her to pluck the frightened cat off the branch without ever leaving the ground. But then she panicked when she spotted Tara looking in her direction and rushed back down into their lair. Now she sat in her favorite chair trying to catch her breath as Spike came into the room.
"What's the matter, luv? Why are you panting like that?" he asked, observing her flustered cheeks and slightly heaving chest.
"Um…" she looked up at him with uncertainty in her eyes. Losing the battle in her mind, she told the truth. "I was getting some air when I saw my friends. They looked really good, with the fighting and all. You're not mad, are you?"
Spike stood there, taking in the information. He looked down at Buffy and replied.
"No, not mad, just…don't do that again, ok? Let's hope nobody saw you."
At his comment she looked down guiltily. Spike eyes widened.
"Someone saw you?! What were you thinking?" he raged.
"I don't think she saw who I was. I was in the shadows. She may not have seen me at all…" she trailed off when she looked up again, "I wasn't thinking. I'm sorry, I won't do it again."
After a moment in silence, she got up and retreated to their room. She lay in the darkness for a short while when she heard Spike shuffle in. She didn't move when she felt the bed move under his weight. She didn't respond when she heard him softly speak.
"Look, pet, I'm sorry I blew up at you. I just don't want you to get caught, is all. Buffy? Give me some signal you at least heard what I said," he gently demanded.
She rolled over to look at him, and without saying a word, scooted toward him and into his arms.
During the third month of Buffy's pregnancy, she noticed she looked about 5 months along.
"Oh, God. I'm already as big as a house!" she whined one day.
"No you're not, you look beautiful," Spike commented absent-mindedly, obviously used to the statement.
"But, but…you weren't even looking!" she pulled her shirt up above her abdomen, "This is NOT how I wanted to look at 20!"
"Just be thankful you made it to 20," Spike replied with a smirk.
"You have answers to everything, don't you?" Buffy stormed out of the room.
"As a matter of fact, yes," he muttered to himself.
Having calmed down, Buffy came out of her private room and sat in Spike's lap like nothing happened.
"Pet, you're blocking my view of the tele," he said as she sat down.
"What'cha watchin'?"
"Passions. Now, if you'll excuse me…" he trailed off distracted by the TV program.
Once the show was over, Buffy looked into Spike's blue eyes.
"What?" he asked after staring back at her.
"Oh, nothing, just thinking," she replied.
"About…?"
"I was just wondering, how old you are, now that you're human," she paused, "And if I get to call you William, like Dawn said."
Spike thought for a bit before answering,
"Well, I was about, 25 when I was turned. And, I guess you could call me that, if you wanted to, pet. Although, I may not answer you."
Buffy laughed as he winked at her. She got up slowly and walked over to the calendar hanging on the wall.
"Can you believe we've been down here over three months?" She inquired, "I wonder what everyone is doing up in the land of the living?"
Spike just looked at her with a small, amused smile.
Back in the land of the living, the Scoobies were training. Willow and Tara were working on diminishing spells, Xander was working out, and Anya was annoying the hell out of everyone. Giles, Joyce, and Dawn were all in the main room of the Magic Box helping customers. The two girls were in the back room, Xander in the training room, and Anya was alternating between the two. When the sun set, the four who were in sub-rooms prepared themselves for another night of patrolling. Dawn was trying to get permission from her mother to go with the group.
"Please, mom? I could watch out for them, tell them when they're about to be attacked. Please?"
"No," Joyce responded, "Absolutely not. I'm not about to lose another daughter." And without another word, she pulled a protesting Dawn out the door with a jingle of the bells.
"Well, I guess we're off," Xander said testing the weight of the ax he held. Willow tucked two stakes into her jeans and Tara concealed three bottle of Holy Water. Anya just stood in the middle of the shop.
"So, what do I do?" she asked.
"You do the thing you do best, annoy and distract," Willow said matter-of-factly.
Once outside, the 4 trooped about the cemetery, looking for anything unusual. After dusting 5 vamps, turning 2 demons into mice, and rescuing a kitten from a tree, they called it a night. As the two couples split and walked their separate ways, Tara noticed a figure running into Spikes old crypt. Not reporting it, she walked on in silence, and wondered who would have any interest in the place. Spike, obviously. But he wasn't there anymore. She assumed Buffy and Spike ran off together. And she knew that once a vampire claims its lair, no other vampire tries to re-claim it, even if it was abandoned, it case the original owner decided to come back. So, if it weren't a vampire, who, or what, could it be?
Buffy sat in the living room, panting. She had crept outside to get fresh air when she had seen her friends fighting off the things that go bump in the night. She had a good chuckle when Xander attempted to climb up a tree and fail at bringing the stuck cat to the ground. She was impressed when she saw Willow chanted a spell that allowed her to pluck the frightened cat off the branch without ever leaving the ground. But then she panicked when she spotted Tara looking in her direction and rushed back down into their lair. Now she sat in her favorite chair trying to catch her breath as Spike came into the room.
"What's the matter, luv? Why are you panting like that?" he asked, observing her flustered cheeks and slightly heaving chest.
"Um…" she looked up at him with uncertainty in her eyes. Losing the battle in her mind, she told the truth. "I was getting some air when I saw my friends. They looked really good, with the fighting and all. You're not mad, are you?"
Spike stood there, taking in the information. He looked down at Buffy and replied.
"No, not mad, just…don't do that again, ok? Let's hope nobody saw you."
At his comment she looked down guiltily. Spike eyes widened.
"Someone saw you?! What were you thinking?" he raged.
"I don't think she saw who I was. I was in the shadows. She may not have seen me at all…" she trailed off when she looked up again, "I wasn't thinking. I'm sorry, I won't do it again."
After a moment in silence, she got up and retreated to their room. She lay in the darkness for a short while when she heard Spike shuffle in. She didn't move when she felt the bed move under his weight. She didn't respond when she heard him softly speak.
"Look, pet, I'm sorry I blew up at you. I just don't want you to get caught, is all. Buffy? Give me some signal you at least heard what I said," he gently demanded.
She rolled over to look at him, and without saying a word, scooted toward him and into his arms.