Chapter 14
The Truth Hurts Baby
Buffy quickly got out of bed, she was running late, the stupid alarm clock had failed to go off. She groaned as she felt her stomach churning, quickly putting a hand to her mouth, she gagged.
"Oh God," she groaned, touching her forehead.
Buffy slowly lay back down, wishing the waves of nausea to retreat. She gagged again getting the message her body was trying to tell her. Racing for the bathroom with breakneck speed, she dry heaved over the toilet bowl. Slowly rising to her feet, she went over the basin.
"Welcome to the wonderful world of morning sickness," Buffy told her reflection in the mirror.
The girl who stared back at her looked pale and tired. She went back to her room, her movements slow, fearful of bringing on another bout of sickness. She slowly descended the stairs, joining her mom in the kitchen.
"Hi buffy, you don't look so good this morning," said Joyce anxiously.
"I don't feel so good," she replied.
"Morning sickness," stated Joyce.
"How did you know?" asked Buffy.
"Mom here, remember? What you need are some dry crackers and water," smiled Joyce affectionately.
"Couldn't eat a thing; really," Buffy insisted.
"Just sit down," ordered Joyce.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Buffy walked to the doctor's office, feeling much better after her Mother's home remedy. She entered the doctor's office; apart from a receptionist, the place was pretty empty. She advanced towards the desk, smiling at the woman behind it.
"Name?" asked the woman
"Buffy Lovejoy," she replied automatically.
"Okay, go to examination room 5, the doctor will be with you shortly, you will find a gown to change into, already there," said the woman going back to her notes on the desk.
Buffy entered the room, there was a tray of scary looking surgical instruments on one side, and an examination couch dominated the centre of the room. Buffy looked at the blue gown folded on a chair. She picked it up and eyed it critically.
"Not really my style, but not trying to impress anyone here," she sighed, as she began to undress.
She lay on the couch, waiting for the doctor to appear, closing her eyes for a moment. The door opened and closed, Buffy opened her eyes.
"Hello Doctor Green," she said.
"Hello Luv," Spike replied.
Buffy sat up.
"What are you doing here Spike?" she demanded.
"Same reason as you pet, our baby," he grinned at her wickedly.
"I didn't ask you to come," she said.
"Oh, so casually mentioning last night that you had your first doctors appointment today wasn't an invite?" he asked raising an eyebrow.
"No!" she denied too quickly.
"Come on Buffy, admit it, I am getting under your skin and you hate it because you can't even blame it on a spell anymore," he smiled.
"So not true!" she denied.
Spike walked toward her.
"Care to test that theory?"
"Not here, some could come in," she said frantically.
"There might even be room for two on your little couch," he said
"Spike," she wailed, her resolve crumbling.
He touched the hem of her short gown.
"Sexy," he mocked.
"The idea is to have a check up, not to look sexy," Buffy replied.
"Are you naked under this?" Spike asked.
"No," she lied.
"Then what are your bra and panties doing on the chair over there?" he said seductively.
Heat flooded Buffy's face, Spike looked at her rising colour.
"No need to be shy with me Luv, I've seen it all before and in many different positions," he chuckled softly.
Spike lowered his blonde head, Buffy kept her eyes wide open, she was afraid, if she closed them, he would be gone like last night. He gently touched his lips to hers, Buffy was frustrated with the lightness of the kiss; her traitorous body craved his passion. She pulled his head down closer, grinding her lips against his. Several weeks of depravation were taking its toll on Spike; he felt the need welling up inside him with white- hot intensity. He positioned himself on the couch, so he was partly covering her, still mindful of their growing child.
"This isn't real," she gasped, between his heated kisses on her lips and throat
"Feels pretty real to me," he panted.
The door opened and closed.
"Ah hem!" coughed the doctor.
The lovers pulled guiltily apart, Spike quickly hopped off the couch.
"Sorry Doc," he apologised.
The doctor ignored the apology, walking over to Buffy.
"Good morning Mrs Lovejoy, Mr Lovejoy, I presume?" he said stiffly, looking at Spike.
"No actually, I just came in here off the street and she begged me for a quickie," said Spike acerbically.
"Spike! Yes he is Mr Lovejoy, that was just his attempt at humour; he's English," said Buffy quickly.
"That explains everything," said the doctor.
"Hey! Take that back," Spike replied.
"Moving on; let's try and work out how far along you are, we will be doing an ultrasound scan today as routine," said the Doc.
Buffy told him her dates of her last period.
"By my calculations, that makes you about six weeks," let's have a look at what's going on inside you," he said.
Buffy pulled the sheet up to her lower half and lifted the edge of her gown, exposing her still flat stomach. He squeezed the blue gel on her stomach.
"Ooh, that's cold," she shivered.
"What's that for doc?" asked Spike.
"It's so I can run the scanner over your wife's stomach easier," said the Doc.
He switched on the scanner, and monitor, running the device over Buffy's tummy.
"And there is your baby," said the doctor, beaming at them and pointing at the screen.
"I don't bloody see anything," Spike swore.
"Spike you are kinda ruining the moment, hey I don't see anything either," Buffy cried.
The doctor sighed and raised his eyebrows, it was always the same with these early scans, but it was procedure. He pointed to the screen and explained what was what. Spike walked over to the monitor for a closer look.
"Now I see it, look Buffy, there," Spike said in wonder.
"Oh yeah so it is," she said trying to sound impressed, but still unable to see anything.
"Can we get pics doc?" asked Spike.
"No problem, " he replied
The doctor's beeper went off.
"Excuse me for a moment please," he said walking out of the room.
Spike walked over to Buffy and pressed a kiss on her tummy.
"Ugh, I forgot about the gel," said Spike, his lips covered in the blue gunge.
"Spike go home," she sighed.
Spike's brow furrowed and he vamped out into his game face.
"Buffy, why do you torment me so? I should bloody give up on you stupid bints; all you do is blow hot and cold. If that doc hadn't come in you would have been begging me for round three by now,"
"Well he did, and I have woken up to myself since then," she said arrogantly.
"Don't push me to far slayer, there's only so much a man can take," he warned.
His face morphed back into his human features, he picked up his discarded blanket from off the examination room floor and slammed out of the room, ripping the door from it's hinges.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Buffy returned home to a full house. Giles, Willow, Anya and Xander all sat around the dining room table.
"Hi all, If I didn't know better, I'd say this was one of those meetings of a secret kind," said Buffy suspiciously.
"Nope, we were just discussing the finer points of microwave popcorn," said Xander.
Joyce entered the room with a tray of hot chocolate for all the occupants.
Hi Buffy, how'd the doctor's appointment go?" asked her mom.
"Fine, here's the pictures," snapped Buffy throwing them down on the table.
She marched off upstairs. She just knew they were keeping something from her. Fine if they didn't want her around she would make it easy for them, and get out of the way. After she departed, they all breathed a collective sigh of relief.
"That was close," said Giles, pulling a book from beneath the table.
They all pulled book and documents from similar hiding places. Anya picked up the pictures of Buffy's baby.
"Is that what our baby will look like sweetie," she asked Xander innocently.
"Yes, if in many years we decide to marry and have children," he explained.
"It's just that, I stopped taking my contraceptive pill last week, because I thought it would be nice if we could have a baby too," she informed him.
The room went silent, Xander's face turned the colour of the pages of the research book, he was using.
"Anya," he began.
"Look this is totally off subject," complained Willow.
Giles looked pityingly at Xander, "Yes do continue please Willow, our private concerns are not the issue, plenty of time for that later,"
"Ok, has anyone had any luck finding out the natural habitat or hangouts of the Hakika demon?" She asked.
"The Haki- whatty?" Asked Xander.
Willow sighed, "I already told you, and you weren't listening,"
"Oh, that's because I was stroking his thigh under the table, at that point of the conversation," beamed Anya.
"The Hakika demon originates from Africa, it is a very docile creature, but it has one very dangerous aspect to it, in it's time it has been responsible for causing all kinds of wars and conflicts," Giles informed them.
"And we want to find one of these because?" asked Xander in bewilderment.
"They are rather amorous, with long protruding tongues, they kiss their victim, causing saliva transference. Their saliva causes its prey to speak the absolute truth, and the good part, no magic involved, I don't trust myself after the last incident," Willow admitted
"Is it permanent?" asked Anya.
"To a degree, the person effected finds lying a lot harder," said Giles.
"Is it safe, you know with Buffy being pregnant and all," asked Joyce.
"Absolutely, all we have to do is lure her out on patrol and hopefully the demon will do it's worst, or best in this case. Buffy will admit she loves Spike and we can all get back to normal," said Willow hopefully.
"Amen to that, I just don't see Buffy getting all hot and heavy with this demon guy," said Xander.
" She didn't have any trouble getting hot and heavy with Spike, he's a demon. Where do we find one of these Hakika's then?" said Anya.
"Willies might be a good place to start, something there might know where to find one," suggested Giles.
"Right we are on it," said Xander, grabbing Anya.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Buffy flopped on the bed in despair, she had been a prize bitch and she knew it. She was in the wrong, she knew that too, but her stubborn pride wouldn't allow her to admit that to Spike. Why did she always push those who loved her away? Those who loved her? Realisation dawned on her, Spike did really love her, she had been in doubt of his feelings too, but he had never once retracted all the sentiments he had expressed to her.
Many guys would have been long gone by now, she thought about Angel, she had always thought he would be the love of her life, but in his case, when the going got tough, Angel had got going. Spike had stayed through it all, even when they weren't friends; he always came back to Sunnydale; to her. Her hand rested on her flat stomach, she could feel the new life growing inside of her, he/she deserved better, even Spike deserved better than she had given him so far. She had some big decisions to make, fear clutched at her heart when she remembered Spike's words; that there was only so much a man could take? What did that mean?
She sighed tiredly, and lay on her bed, closing her eyes for a moment, blissfully ignorant of her friends plotting, she dozed off.
TBC
The Truth Hurts Baby
Buffy quickly got out of bed, she was running late, the stupid alarm clock had failed to go off. She groaned as she felt her stomach churning, quickly putting a hand to her mouth, she gagged.
"Oh God," she groaned, touching her forehead.
Buffy slowly lay back down, wishing the waves of nausea to retreat. She gagged again getting the message her body was trying to tell her. Racing for the bathroom with breakneck speed, she dry heaved over the toilet bowl. Slowly rising to her feet, she went over the basin.
"Welcome to the wonderful world of morning sickness," Buffy told her reflection in the mirror.
The girl who stared back at her looked pale and tired. She went back to her room, her movements slow, fearful of bringing on another bout of sickness. She slowly descended the stairs, joining her mom in the kitchen.
"Hi buffy, you don't look so good this morning," said Joyce anxiously.
"I don't feel so good," she replied.
"Morning sickness," stated Joyce.
"How did you know?" asked Buffy.
"Mom here, remember? What you need are some dry crackers and water," smiled Joyce affectionately.
"Couldn't eat a thing; really," Buffy insisted.
"Just sit down," ordered Joyce.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Buffy walked to the doctor's office, feeling much better after her Mother's home remedy. She entered the doctor's office; apart from a receptionist, the place was pretty empty. She advanced towards the desk, smiling at the woman behind it.
"Name?" asked the woman
"Buffy Lovejoy," she replied automatically.
"Okay, go to examination room 5, the doctor will be with you shortly, you will find a gown to change into, already there," said the woman going back to her notes on the desk.
Buffy entered the room, there was a tray of scary looking surgical instruments on one side, and an examination couch dominated the centre of the room. Buffy looked at the blue gown folded on a chair. She picked it up and eyed it critically.
"Not really my style, but not trying to impress anyone here," she sighed, as she began to undress.
She lay on the couch, waiting for the doctor to appear, closing her eyes for a moment. The door opened and closed, Buffy opened her eyes.
"Hello Doctor Green," she said.
"Hello Luv," Spike replied.
Buffy sat up.
"What are you doing here Spike?" she demanded.
"Same reason as you pet, our baby," he grinned at her wickedly.
"I didn't ask you to come," she said.
"Oh, so casually mentioning last night that you had your first doctors appointment today wasn't an invite?" he asked raising an eyebrow.
"No!" she denied too quickly.
"Come on Buffy, admit it, I am getting under your skin and you hate it because you can't even blame it on a spell anymore," he smiled.
"So not true!" she denied.
Spike walked toward her.
"Care to test that theory?"
"Not here, some could come in," she said frantically.
"There might even be room for two on your little couch," he said
"Spike," she wailed, her resolve crumbling.
He touched the hem of her short gown.
"Sexy," he mocked.
"The idea is to have a check up, not to look sexy," Buffy replied.
"Are you naked under this?" Spike asked.
"No," she lied.
"Then what are your bra and panties doing on the chair over there?" he said seductively.
Heat flooded Buffy's face, Spike looked at her rising colour.
"No need to be shy with me Luv, I've seen it all before and in many different positions," he chuckled softly.
Spike lowered his blonde head, Buffy kept her eyes wide open, she was afraid, if she closed them, he would be gone like last night. He gently touched his lips to hers, Buffy was frustrated with the lightness of the kiss; her traitorous body craved his passion. She pulled his head down closer, grinding her lips against his. Several weeks of depravation were taking its toll on Spike; he felt the need welling up inside him with white- hot intensity. He positioned himself on the couch, so he was partly covering her, still mindful of their growing child.
"This isn't real," she gasped, between his heated kisses on her lips and throat
"Feels pretty real to me," he panted.
The door opened and closed.
"Ah hem!" coughed the doctor.
The lovers pulled guiltily apart, Spike quickly hopped off the couch.
"Sorry Doc," he apologised.
The doctor ignored the apology, walking over to Buffy.
"Good morning Mrs Lovejoy, Mr Lovejoy, I presume?" he said stiffly, looking at Spike.
"No actually, I just came in here off the street and she begged me for a quickie," said Spike acerbically.
"Spike! Yes he is Mr Lovejoy, that was just his attempt at humour; he's English," said Buffy quickly.
"That explains everything," said the doctor.
"Hey! Take that back," Spike replied.
"Moving on; let's try and work out how far along you are, we will be doing an ultrasound scan today as routine," said the Doc.
Buffy told him her dates of her last period.
"By my calculations, that makes you about six weeks," let's have a look at what's going on inside you," he said.
Buffy pulled the sheet up to her lower half and lifted the edge of her gown, exposing her still flat stomach. He squeezed the blue gel on her stomach.
"Ooh, that's cold," she shivered.
"What's that for doc?" asked Spike.
"It's so I can run the scanner over your wife's stomach easier," said the Doc.
He switched on the scanner, and monitor, running the device over Buffy's tummy.
"And there is your baby," said the doctor, beaming at them and pointing at the screen.
"I don't bloody see anything," Spike swore.
"Spike you are kinda ruining the moment, hey I don't see anything either," Buffy cried.
The doctor sighed and raised his eyebrows, it was always the same with these early scans, but it was procedure. He pointed to the screen and explained what was what. Spike walked over to the monitor for a closer look.
"Now I see it, look Buffy, there," Spike said in wonder.
"Oh yeah so it is," she said trying to sound impressed, but still unable to see anything.
"Can we get pics doc?" asked Spike.
"No problem, " he replied
The doctor's beeper went off.
"Excuse me for a moment please," he said walking out of the room.
Spike walked over to Buffy and pressed a kiss on her tummy.
"Ugh, I forgot about the gel," said Spike, his lips covered in the blue gunge.
"Spike go home," she sighed.
Spike's brow furrowed and he vamped out into his game face.
"Buffy, why do you torment me so? I should bloody give up on you stupid bints; all you do is blow hot and cold. If that doc hadn't come in you would have been begging me for round three by now,"
"Well he did, and I have woken up to myself since then," she said arrogantly.
"Don't push me to far slayer, there's only so much a man can take," he warned.
His face morphed back into his human features, he picked up his discarded blanket from off the examination room floor and slammed out of the room, ripping the door from it's hinges.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Buffy returned home to a full house. Giles, Willow, Anya and Xander all sat around the dining room table.
"Hi all, If I didn't know better, I'd say this was one of those meetings of a secret kind," said Buffy suspiciously.
"Nope, we were just discussing the finer points of microwave popcorn," said Xander.
Joyce entered the room with a tray of hot chocolate for all the occupants.
Hi Buffy, how'd the doctor's appointment go?" asked her mom.
"Fine, here's the pictures," snapped Buffy throwing them down on the table.
She marched off upstairs. She just knew they were keeping something from her. Fine if they didn't want her around she would make it easy for them, and get out of the way. After she departed, they all breathed a collective sigh of relief.
"That was close," said Giles, pulling a book from beneath the table.
They all pulled book and documents from similar hiding places. Anya picked up the pictures of Buffy's baby.
"Is that what our baby will look like sweetie," she asked Xander innocently.
"Yes, if in many years we decide to marry and have children," he explained.
"It's just that, I stopped taking my contraceptive pill last week, because I thought it would be nice if we could have a baby too," she informed him.
The room went silent, Xander's face turned the colour of the pages of the research book, he was using.
"Anya," he began.
"Look this is totally off subject," complained Willow.
Giles looked pityingly at Xander, "Yes do continue please Willow, our private concerns are not the issue, plenty of time for that later,"
"Ok, has anyone had any luck finding out the natural habitat or hangouts of the Hakika demon?" She asked.
"The Haki- whatty?" Asked Xander.
Willow sighed, "I already told you, and you weren't listening,"
"Oh, that's because I was stroking his thigh under the table, at that point of the conversation," beamed Anya.
"The Hakika demon originates from Africa, it is a very docile creature, but it has one very dangerous aspect to it, in it's time it has been responsible for causing all kinds of wars and conflicts," Giles informed them.
"And we want to find one of these because?" asked Xander in bewilderment.
"They are rather amorous, with long protruding tongues, they kiss their victim, causing saliva transference. Their saliva causes its prey to speak the absolute truth, and the good part, no magic involved, I don't trust myself after the last incident," Willow admitted
"Is it permanent?" asked Anya.
"To a degree, the person effected finds lying a lot harder," said Giles.
"Is it safe, you know with Buffy being pregnant and all," asked Joyce.
"Absolutely, all we have to do is lure her out on patrol and hopefully the demon will do it's worst, or best in this case. Buffy will admit she loves Spike and we can all get back to normal," said Willow hopefully.
"Amen to that, I just don't see Buffy getting all hot and heavy with this demon guy," said Xander.
" She didn't have any trouble getting hot and heavy with Spike, he's a demon. Where do we find one of these Hakika's then?" said Anya.
"Willies might be a good place to start, something there might know where to find one," suggested Giles.
"Right we are on it," said Xander, grabbing Anya.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Buffy flopped on the bed in despair, she had been a prize bitch and she knew it. She was in the wrong, she knew that too, but her stubborn pride wouldn't allow her to admit that to Spike. Why did she always push those who loved her away? Those who loved her? Realisation dawned on her, Spike did really love her, she had been in doubt of his feelings too, but he had never once retracted all the sentiments he had expressed to her.
Many guys would have been long gone by now, she thought about Angel, she had always thought he would be the love of her life, but in his case, when the going got tough, Angel had got going. Spike had stayed through it all, even when they weren't friends; he always came back to Sunnydale; to her. Her hand rested on her flat stomach, she could feel the new life growing inside of her, he/she deserved better, even Spike deserved better than she had given him so far. She had some big decisions to make, fear clutched at her heart when she remembered Spike's words; that there was only so much a man could take? What did that mean?
She sighed tiredly, and lay on her bed, closing her eyes for a moment, blissfully ignorant of her friends plotting, she dozed off.
TBC