Start, Part Eleven.
I own nothing, and Joss is showing repeats. That big big bum. Oh, well, everyone's invited to my place for Margarita Night. We'll watch every episode where Spike is in ANY WAY unclothed. Yummy. All the salty goodness. *purrs* Anyway, here we go. Sorry for the wait. There should be more in a few days. Thanks for being faithful. Review.
Tequila Sunrise
Waking later that night, Buffy had chills. Looking down at her stomach, it was no wonder. Spike was lying with his head by her rounded stomach, one hand laying on it possessively, asleep. She smiled, gently, knowing what the warming in her heart was, but pointedly ignoring it for now, and pulled a blanket up over them.
In the morning, Spike sat up, a sleepy smile on his face, and started talking to his baby quietly.
"I love you, little one. I know you're a little girl. I bet you'll have green eyes just like your mum here, maybe my hair. It used to be brown, you know. Light brown. But still... Brown. You have so many people out here that love you already. Nothing bad is ever going to happen to you, until you can handle it yourself. You've even got a granddad of sorts out here, pulling for you. His name is Giles. Rupe, if you will. He loves all his girls. You, and Buffy, and Dawn. He loves Buffy best, but I'm sure you'll get him wrapped around your finger soon enough." He placed a small kiss on the side of Buffy's stomach. "I felt you kick last night... You're not just an idea anymore. You're alive. And you're mine. And your Mum's mine, too. And your Auntie Dawn. You're all mine. And I don't share. But maybe... someday, I'll let you play with my Sire's kid. Maybe. Do you know what's going on out here? I'm changing, little one." He laughed self-deprecatingly. "I used to be the scourge of Europe. Now I'm gonna be the scourge of the Concerned Parent's League." He frowned. "I'm not going to be good at taking care of you right off. I've never... changed a baby, or held one. So, be patient with me. But I'll get a hang of it. Don't worry. Let me tell you about all these people around here. The guy who always sounds sad, well, he is. He's Angel. Good guy, in a sick 'I've got a soul' kind of way. Giles is a protective guy. He'll make you study. Willow and Tara... They're a couple. Kind of. Still sniffing around eachother. Tara will take good care of you, and Willow will never quit playing with you. Just poo if you want her to go away. And there's this guy. I know, baby, it's a lot of people, but they love you the most, so... bear with me. Xander. He's a great big wanker. He hates me."
He added quickly, too quickly, "I hate him, too, of course. But he's a good guy, all in all. Original Scooby, if you will. He loves your Mum. He'd die for her. And he'd die for you." Kissing her belly again, he added softly, "But he won't have to, because I will. And if I ever go away, and can't come back, know, that without a doubt, I am watching. We'll fight for you, precious. And we'll win. Don't be hard on your Mum. She loves you, too. She's the greatest, strongest, most caring, noble woman I've ever met. I'll do anything for her." Trailing a finger over Buffy's stomach, he added quietly, swinging out of bed to shower, "One day... she'll love me back."
Waiting until she heard the water turn on, Buffy let her tears fall, silently pondering what would happen if he knew that she already did.
End, Part Eleven.
Sorry guys, that kind of just fell out of my fingers. I promise there will be Spuffy goodness, as soon as I think of a less than half-assed way to go about it. Review. Tell me what you want, we'll see if we can get it worked out. Thanks so very much. You reviewers are seriously fantastic.
Tequila Sunrise
I own nothing, and Joss is showing repeats. That big big bum. Oh, well, everyone's invited to my place for Margarita Night. We'll watch every episode where Spike is in ANY WAY unclothed. Yummy. All the salty goodness. *purrs* Anyway, here we go. Sorry for the wait. There should be more in a few days. Thanks for being faithful. Review.
Tequila Sunrise
Waking later that night, Buffy had chills. Looking down at her stomach, it was no wonder. Spike was lying with his head by her rounded stomach, one hand laying on it possessively, asleep. She smiled, gently, knowing what the warming in her heart was, but pointedly ignoring it for now, and pulled a blanket up over them.
In the morning, Spike sat up, a sleepy smile on his face, and started talking to his baby quietly.
"I love you, little one. I know you're a little girl. I bet you'll have green eyes just like your mum here, maybe my hair. It used to be brown, you know. Light brown. But still... Brown. You have so many people out here that love you already. Nothing bad is ever going to happen to you, until you can handle it yourself. You've even got a granddad of sorts out here, pulling for you. His name is Giles. Rupe, if you will. He loves all his girls. You, and Buffy, and Dawn. He loves Buffy best, but I'm sure you'll get him wrapped around your finger soon enough." He placed a small kiss on the side of Buffy's stomach. "I felt you kick last night... You're not just an idea anymore. You're alive. And you're mine. And your Mum's mine, too. And your Auntie Dawn. You're all mine. And I don't share. But maybe... someday, I'll let you play with my Sire's kid. Maybe. Do you know what's going on out here? I'm changing, little one." He laughed self-deprecatingly. "I used to be the scourge of Europe. Now I'm gonna be the scourge of the Concerned Parent's League." He frowned. "I'm not going to be good at taking care of you right off. I've never... changed a baby, or held one. So, be patient with me. But I'll get a hang of it. Don't worry. Let me tell you about all these people around here. The guy who always sounds sad, well, he is. He's Angel. Good guy, in a sick 'I've got a soul' kind of way. Giles is a protective guy. He'll make you study. Willow and Tara... They're a couple. Kind of. Still sniffing around eachother. Tara will take good care of you, and Willow will never quit playing with you. Just poo if you want her to go away. And there's this guy. I know, baby, it's a lot of people, but they love you the most, so... bear with me. Xander. He's a great big wanker. He hates me."
He added quickly, too quickly, "I hate him, too, of course. But he's a good guy, all in all. Original Scooby, if you will. He loves your Mum. He'd die for her. And he'd die for you." Kissing her belly again, he added softly, "But he won't have to, because I will. And if I ever go away, and can't come back, know, that without a doubt, I am watching. We'll fight for you, precious. And we'll win. Don't be hard on your Mum. She loves you, too. She's the greatest, strongest, most caring, noble woman I've ever met. I'll do anything for her." Trailing a finger over Buffy's stomach, he added quietly, swinging out of bed to shower, "One day... she'll love me back."
Waiting until she heard the water turn on, Buffy let her tears fall, silently pondering what would happen if he knew that she already did.
End, Part Eleven.
Sorry guys, that kind of just fell out of my fingers. I promise there will be Spuffy goodness, as soon as I think of a less than half-assed way to go about it. Review. Tell me what you want, we'll see if we can get it worked out. Thanks so very much. You reviewers are seriously fantastic.
Tequila Sunrise