Description: Buffy's not feeling well, Spike won't go away, and Dawn knows
more that she should. The Scoobies lives are about to be changed forever.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Buffy/Spike (did you think otherwise?)
As Buffy stepped into the house, she was greeted by darkness. "Um Spike?" she asked, feeling the wall for the light switch, "was there like a power outage while we were gone?"
"No," Spike answered moving past the two girls and into the living room.
Buffy moved to follow, but was pushed back by a sudden rush of noise. "SURPRISE!" shouted a multitude of voices, causing her to stumble backwards in astonishment. "W-what the-"
"It's a surprise baby shower!" Willow shouted while climbing out of her hiding place. She was so excited that she almost fell flat on her face while climbing out but luckily Xander was there to catch her.
"You guys did this all for me?" the Slayer asked, tears threatening to spill from her eyes.
"Actually it was all Spike's idea." Giles amended.
"This is so cool!" Dawn said with enthusiasm, looking around the room.
Buffy turned to Spike, who despite the great joy and amusement Buffy found in the impromptu party, was standing off to the side, a curious look on his face. "You did all this?" she asked, hand motioning around the room to make her point clear.
"Well yea." Spike answered after a short pause. "The Wiccas helped too. Since I'm too inept to decorate they had do pretty much everything and-"
Cutting off Spike's ramble, Buffy wrapped her arms around his neck and smashed her lips to his. She had never felt such an urge to be with him, there seemed to be some unmistakable force, drawing them together, as if they were two magnets.
Taking Buffy's lead, Spike curled his arms around her and laid them flat against her lower back. While their tongues danced, Spike's hands slowly slid around her body and under the material of her shirt until they were resting against the bare flesh of her bulging stomach. His thumbs began tracing lazy circles around her bellybutton.
Buffy's heart raced, the minute his cold hands touched her stomach, she could feel the twins kicking and moving about. Almost as if they knew exactly whose hand it was; almost as if they already knew who their father was and what his touch felt like.
Dawn stared at the couple, heart melting in her chest. 'This is what it's all supposed to be like. This is what fate is supposed to mean.' She reason. 'It's perfect, it's-it's what mom would have wanted.' Feeling her eyes begin to tear up, Dawn quickly blinked them back.
"So," Giles muttered, breaking the insatiable tension that had invaded the room, "shall we get this party started?"
The vampire and slayer broke apart, staring deeply into each other's eyes. "Yeah." Spike said without looking away from Buffy's eyes. "Let's party."
"Will there be presents?" Buffy asked excitedly, earning a few laughs from the assembled crowd. "What? It's a fair question."
"Of course," Willow said with a huge grin. She walked over and took Buffy by the arm, tugging her towards the couch. "Better start opening them, you know," she shot a comical look at the vampire across the room, "before Spike gets his grubby little hands on them and ruins all the surprise."
Later, Buffy sat on the couch amidst the debris of wrapping paper, bows, and presents. A brand new playpen, compliments of Xander and Anya sat in the corner, the rest of the gifts piled neatly inside. Her friends had really gone out of their way to make this night special and for the first time in a long time, Buffy felt her place in the world was right here where she was.
"Isn't this the cutest thing you have ever seen?" Willow gushed holding up a pink plaid sundress with little flowers gracing the front breast pocket and tiny white sandals with flower décor to match.
"It is adorable." Dawn said excitedly. "So this is what you did that time you guys ditched me in the mall?"
"Yep," Tara answered, "We spent 2 hours in the Baby Gap just looking at cute clothes and getting all mushy. It was really a fun time."
"Thank you guys for everything." Buffy finally spoke up. "This party, all the gifts," she turned to where Giles, Spike and Xander were sitting in a group, "taking over the slaying."
"It was our pleasure Buffy." Giles said taking a sip of tea, which he had made himself earlier. "You need to take it easy for the next few months."
"Yea," Xander chimed in, "Nothing but sleeping and eating for the Buffster."
"Well hey as long as there's chocolate cookie dough ice cream, french- fries, and Ranch dressing in the house, I'm all kinds of good." A bright smile graced Buffy's face as she thought of the names foods.
Giles had to choke back his gag reflex, hearing such foods be put into a similar group of any kind was beyond disgusting. The older man turned to face the vampire across from him, giving him a confused look.
"What?" Spike asked. "I told you she got weird cravings. At least we're over the pickles."
"Pickles?!" Buffy asked excitedly.
"Hey," Dawn spoke up, happily dragging the conversation away from the horrible eating habits of her sister, "Spike where's our gift?"
"Oh, sorry Bit, forgot to bring it down." The blonde rose from the chair and took off up the steps taking them two at a time.
"You'll completely love them," Dawn assured Buffy, stuffing a handful of pretzels into her mouth and attempting to talk around them. "Spike and I found them on a trip to the mall and just couldn't pass 'em up!"
Moments later, Spike returned from upstairs carrying two small, square boxes; one wrapped in shiny blue paper, the other in bright pink. He handed the boxes to Buffy and took a seat next to her.
Buffy eyed both Spike and Dawn-who were smiling broadly at each other- before setting the blue box on the coffee table in front of her and taking the pink one in her hand. She examined it closely, it was the size of her palm and wrapped with delicate pink paper. "I'm going to go on a hunch and say that someone at the store wrapped these?"
"Why would you say that?" Dawn asked, mock disappointment in her voice.
"Well because you once tried to wrap mom's Christmas gift-which I might add was in a box-for two hours and it looked like someone wrapped it with their feet." The Slayer explained. "Also," she continued after a small chuckle escaped her lips from the memory, "I remember the box of chocolates Spike gave me one year for my birthday. They were all smashed and the box really was square anymore."
"Oh quit complaining and open the gifts." Spike hurried her along. Truth be told he was anxious to see her reaction to the gifts.
Buffy took a deep breath and tore into the paper. Surprisingly it came off very easily. She removed a small gray box and removed the lid. Her breath caught in her throat. Inside was a tiny silver cross much like the one Buffy herself wore with the name Audra Lynn written in fancy cursive letters. Carefully, Buffy pulled the necklace from the box and draped it over her palm, examining it closely.
"Oh my God-" she whispered in amazement.
"Do you like it?" Dawn asked eagerly, happy to see the joyous expression on her sister's face.
"It's beautiful," she gasped. She rotated her hand, the light hitting the necklace, making it almost glow.
"Open the other one." Willow commanded, full of excitement.
Buffy gently set the tiny necklace back in the box and closed the lid. Then she took the other gift, wrapped in blue paper, and eagerly tore into it to find an identical gray box. Although she already knew what was inside, Buffy was amazed to find the same silver cross inside, but this time the name William Andrew scrolled across the middle.
"You guys," the Slayer's voice quivered a little as she addressed Spike and Dawn, "these are beautiful. Thank you so much." She set the boxes on the table in front of her, gave Dawn, and Spike each a quick hug.
"I knew you'd like them." Dawn said triumphantly as she embraced her sister.
"You really like them?" Spike asked once Buffy had wrapped her arms around him in a death grip.
"They're perfect." She smiled.
"Anyone want something to drink?" Willow asked. "I'm making Margaritas!"
"I'll have one!" Anya shouted.
"Me too!" Dawn added, fully expecting the usual refusal from everyone, but there came none. Trying not to draw any attention, Dawn glanced from Willow to Buffy and Spike who had moved into the hallways and were currently in a serious make-out session. 'Well at least she can't yell at me while Spike's tongue is down her throat.' She thought laughing to herself.
"Anyone else?" Willow asked the group.
"I'll take one too." Tara said shyly, "I'll help you make them."
"Let's go."
"Can you hand me the strawberries?" Willow asked her girlfriend, who was busy smashing a bag of ice into smaller pieces.
"Sure," the girl answered, picking up at small carton of fresh strawberries and handing them to her.
"I think this night has gone pretty well, don't you?" Willow asked while grinding up the Margarita ingredients in the blender. Normally you wouldn't be able to hear yourself think while using a blender, but with a handy little silencer spell, you could hear a pin drop in he Summers' kitchen.
"Y-yeah." Tara agreed. She was about to add onto her comment when the kitchen door opened wildly revealing a very pissed off Cordelia behind it.
"Okay," she started, "first you tell us there's a big ass demon wreaking havoc downtown and that Angel needs to take care of it, but then when we get to where SHE," the girl pointed to Tara, "said she was attacked, there's nothing there. Zip. Zilch. Nada. So what I'm wondering is-"
"Cordy where exactly is Angel?" Willow asked in terrible fright. No party needed a crasher, and having Buffy's ex beau fill the position was not a ticket fun land.
"Right behind me. Or at least he was." The brunette explained.
As fast as she could muster, Willow was around the kitchen island and shutting the door. She wasn't fast enough. Angel barreled into the wood, knocking Willow onto the floor.
"Where's Buffy?" he asked hurriedly. "I need to talk to her now!"
"Uh oh." Was all Willow could muster.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Buffy/Spike (did you think otherwise?)
As Buffy stepped into the house, she was greeted by darkness. "Um Spike?" she asked, feeling the wall for the light switch, "was there like a power outage while we were gone?"
"No," Spike answered moving past the two girls and into the living room.
Buffy moved to follow, but was pushed back by a sudden rush of noise. "SURPRISE!" shouted a multitude of voices, causing her to stumble backwards in astonishment. "W-what the-"
"It's a surprise baby shower!" Willow shouted while climbing out of her hiding place. She was so excited that she almost fell flat on her face while climbing out but luckily Xander was there to catch her.
"You guys did this all for me?" the Slayer asked, tears threatening to spill from her eyes.
"Actually it was all Spike's idea." Giles amended.
"This is so cool!" Dawn said with enthusiasm, looking around the room.
Buffy turned to Spike, who despite the great joy and amusement Buffy found in the impromptu party, was standing off to the side, a curious look on his face. "You did all this?" she asked, hand motioning around the room to make her point clear.
"Well yea." Spike answered after a short pause. "The Wiccas helped too. Since I'm too inept to decorate they had do pretty much everything and-"
Cutting off Spike's ramble, Buffy wrapped her arms around his neck and smashed her lips to his. She had never felt such an urge to be with him, there seemed to be some unmistakable force, drawing them together, as if they were two magnets.
Taking Buffy's lead, Spike curled his arms around her and laid them flat against her lower back. While their tongues danced, Spike's hands slowly slid around her body and under the material of her shirt until they were resting against the bare flesh of her bulging stomach. His thumbs began tracing lazy circles around her bellybutton.
Buffy's heart raced, the minute his cold hands touched her stomach, she could feel the twins kicking and moving about. Almost as if they knew exactly whose hand it was; almost as if they already knew who their father was and what his touch felt like.
Dawn stared at the couple, heart melting in her chest. 'This is what it's all supposed to be like. This is what fate is supposed to mean.' She reason. 'It's perfect, it's-it's what mom would have wanted.' Feeling her eyes begin to tear up, Dawn quickly blinked them back.
"So," Giles muttered, breaking the insatiable tension that had invaded the room, "shall we get this party started?"
The vampire and slayer broke apart, staring deeply into each other's eyes. "Yeah." Spike said without looking away from Buffy's eyes. "Let's party."
"Will there be presents?" Buffy asked excitedly, earning a few laughs from the assembled crowd. "What? It's a fair question."
"Of course," Willow said with a huge grin. She walked over and took Buffy by the arm, tugging her towards the couch. "Better start opening them, you know," she shot a comical look at the vampire across the room, "before Spike gets his grubby little hands on them and ruins all the surprise."
Later, Buffy sat on the couch amidst the debris of wrapping paper, bows, and presents. A brand new playpen, compliments of Xander and Anya sat in the corner, the rest of the gifts piled neatly inside. Her friends had really gone out of their way to make this night special and for the first time in a long time, Buffy felt her place in the world was right here where she was.
"Isn't this the cutest thing you have ever seen?" Willow gushed holding up a pink plaid sundress with little flowers gracing the front breast pocket and tiny white sandals with flower décor to match.
"It is adorable." Dawn said excitedly. "So this is what you did that time you guys ditched me in the mall?"
"Yep," Tara answered, "We spent 2 hours in the Baby Gap just looking at cute clothes and getting all mushy. It was really a fun time."
"Thank you guys for everything." Buffy finally spoke up. "This party, all the gifts," she turned to where Giles, Spike and Xander were sitting in a group, "taking over the slaying."
"It was our pleasure Buffy." Giles said taking a sip of tea, which he had made himself earlier. "You need to take it easy for the next few months."
"Yea," Xander chimed in, "Nothing but sleeping and eating for the Buffster."
"Well hey as long as there's chocolate cookie dough ice cream, french- fries, and Ranch dressing in the house, I'm all kinds of good." A bright smile graced Buffy's face as she thought of the names foods.
Giles had to choke back his gag reflex, hearing such foods be put into a similar group of any kind was beyond disgusting. The older man turned to face the vampire across from him, giving him a confused look.
"What?" Spike asked. "I told you she got weird cravings. At least we're over the pickles."
"Pickles?!" Buffy asked excitedly.
"Hey," Dawn spoke up, happily dragging the conversation away from the horrible eating habits of her sister, "Spike where's our gift?"
"Oh, sorry Bit, forgot to bring it down." The blonde rose from the chair and took off up the steps taking them two at a time.
"You'll completely love them," Dawn assured Buffy, stuffing a handful of pretzels into her mouth and attempting to talk around them. "Spike and I found them on a trip to the mall and just couldn't pass 'em up!"
Moments later, Spike returned from upstairs carrying two small, square boxes; one wrapped in shiny blue paper, the other in bright pink. He handed the boxes to Buffy and took a seat next to her.
Buffy eyed both Spike and Dawn-who were smiling broadly at each other- before setting the blue box on the coffee table in front of her and taking the pink one in her hand. She examined it closely, it was the size of her palm and wrapped with delicate pink paper. "I'm going to go on a hunch and say that someone at the store wrapped these?"
"Why would you say that?" Dawn asked, mock disappointment in her voice.
"Well because you once tried to wrap mom's Christmas gift-which I might add was in a box-for two hours and it looked like someone wrapped it with their feet." The Slayer explained. "Also," she continued after a small chuckle escaped her lips from the memory, "I remember the box of chocolates Spike gave me one year for my birthday. They were all smashed and the box really was square anymore."
"Oh quit complaining and open the gifts." Spike hurried her along. Truth be told he was anxious to see her reaction to the gifts.
Buffy took a deep breath and tore into the paper. Surprisingly it came off very easily. She removed a small gray box and removed the lid. Her breath caught in her throat. Inside was a tiny silver cross much like the one Buffy herself wore with the name Audra Lynn written in fancy cursive letters. Carefully, Buffy pulled the necklace from the box and draped it over her palm, examining it closely.
"Oh my God-" she whispered in amazement.
"Do you like it?" Dawn asked eagerly, happy to see the joyous expression on her sister's face.
"It's beautiful," she gasped. She rotated her hand, the light hitting the necklace, making it almost glow.
"Open the other one." Willow commanded, full of excitement.
Buffy gently set the tiny necklace back in the box and closed the lid. Then she took the other gift, wrapped in blue paper, and eagerly tore into it to find an identical gray box. Although she already knew what was inside, Buffy was amazed to find the same silver cross inside, but this time the name William Andrew scrolled across the middle.
"You guys," the Slayer's voice quivered a little as she addressed Spike and Dawn, "these are beautiful. Thank you so much." She set the boxes on the table in front of her, gave Dawn, and Spike each a quick hug.
"I knew you'd like them." Dawn said triumphantly as she embraced her sister.
"You really like them?" Spike asked once Buffy had wrapped her arms around him in a death grip.
"They're perfect." She smiled.
"Anyone want something to drink?" Willow asked. "I'm making Margaritas!"
"I'll have one!" Anya shouted.
"Me too!" Dawn added, fully expecting the usual refusal from everyone, but there came none. Trying not to draw any attention, Dawn glanced from Willow to Buffy and Spike who had moved into the hallways and were currently in a serious make-out session. 'Well at least she can't yell at me while Spike's tongue is down her throat.' She thought laughing to herself.
"Anyone else?" Willow asked the group.
"I'll take one too." Tara said shyly, "I'll help you make them."
"Let's go."
"Can you hand me the strawberries?" Willow asked her girlfriend, who was busy smashing a bag of ice into smaller pieces.
"Sure," the girl answered, picking up at small carton of fresh strawberries and handing them to her.
"I think this night has gone pretty well, don't you?" Willow asked while grinding up the Margarita ingredients in the blender. Normally you wouldn't be able to hear yourself think while using a blender, but with a handy little silencer spell, you could hear a pin drop in he Summers' kitchen.
"Y-yeah." Tara agreed. She was about to add onto her comment when the kitchen door opened wildly revealing a very pissed off Cordelia behind it.
"Okay," she started, "first you tell us there's a big ass demon wreaking havoc downtown and that Angel needs to take care of it, but then when we get to where SHE," the girl pointed to Tara, "said she was attacked, there's nothing there. Zip. Zilch. Nada. So what I'm wondering is-"
"Cordy where exactly is Angel?" Willow asked in terrible fright. No party needed a crasher, and having Buffy's ex beau fill the position was not a ticket fun land.
"Right behind me. Or at least he was." The brunette explained.
As fast as she could muster, Willow was around the kitchen island and shutting the door. She wasn't fast enough. Angel barreled into the wood, knocking Willow onto the floor.
"Where's Buffy?" he asked hurriedly. "I need to talk to her now!"
"Uh oh." Was all Willow could muster.
