A/N Thanks for the reviews they really cheered me up (bad week syndrome) I
am pretty excited at the moment as it's only two weeks until my first Buffy
convention in London. James Marsters is the top guest!!!!
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Date Night
Chapter 8
Spike was up early, happily whistling as he made the morning coffee, he put his mug of blood in the microwave and sat on one of the stone coffins and waited for it to finish. He patted his tummy fondly.
"Well baby it's seven days today, guess you will be going back where you belong soon, as much as I love you little one, will be kinda glad to get my body back to myself," he said
The baby answered with a strong kick. Spike wondered what Buffy would think if she knew about his one sided conversations with their offspring, he grinned, she would probably think him an idiot. The microwave pinged and Spike carried on with his preparations.
Buffy stirred in their bedroom, she had awoken to Spike's whistling, then some incoherent mumbling. She smiled fondly to herself, Spike was talking to their baby again, and she had often listened in on "their" conversations the past week. Little did he know, she had done it herself a few times, since she'd been pregnant. Spike slowly came down the ladder with two mugs in one hand holding on with the other.
"Wow, we're up and about early this morning, what's the occasion?" she asked.
"Don't tell me you've forgot, it's Tuesday," said Spike
Buffy felt dread start to arise inside her.
"Tuesday? Oh God what's happened now? Bad things always happen on a Tuesday," she said.
"Calm down luv, nothings happened, well at least not yet, it been a week since the curse remember?" he asked.
Buffy breathed a sigh of relief.
"Oh yeah silly Buffy," she said
"Hurry up and drink up, and then we can get on with it," he said.
Buffy took the mug from him and sipped the hot liquid.
"Get on with what?" she asked
Spike arched an eyebrow.
"Remember last week? You came home from college, we had incredible sex, fell asleep and the baby switched places," said Spike.
"That doesn't mean that's how it will change back, if you want me, you only have to say, or even better show me," she said
"Oh that's quite an ego," he said.
"Not really, I just know my special skills," she said playing the game.
"Most of which I taught you," said Spike.
Spike quickly finished off his drink and took a quick sip of hers to get rid of his blood breath. His face was still lumpy.
"Give me a minute, until these go away," he said touching his lumpies.
Buffy pulled him down on the bed, gazing into his yellow eyes.
"When you gonna learn William, I love you for who you are not what you are?" she asked
"So the cold hard muscular body doesn't interest you at all?" he smiled, exposing his fangs.
Buffy's hand travelled lower and he gasped.
"Oh it does, especially this part," she said kissing him hard on the lips.
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Two hours later Spike awoke to see Buffy looking at him.
"Did it work?" he asked hopefully.
"You bet ya, look!" she said exposing her stomach.
Spike breathed a sigh of relief.
"Oh yeah! There is a God and he loves me after all," said Spike.
"I think the jury is still out on that one Spike," she said wryly.
"I can't see, do I have any stretch marks?" he asked
Buffy rolled her eyes at his vanity.
"No, starting to be glad you don't cast a reflection, otherwise I think I would have serious competition for the mirror in the mornings," she giggled.
Buffy rose out of the bed, she went over to her closet and took one of her new maternity dresses out of it.
"No more jeans for a few months now, or anything unless it resembles a tent," she said sadly.
"Do you have to go into college today luv, it seems you are always loving and leaving me these days," Spike asked.
"This is important and I can't let Vickie down, she'll go mad being left with all those screaming babies, also I think I am getting my first assignment in my poetry class today, all important stuff," she replied.
Spike came up behind her still naked, he wrapped his arms around her, touching her belly.
"Glad our little one is back in it's rightful place with it's mummy, can't have been very nice for it, being inside of me, I know I like it inside mummy," he said wickedly.
Buffy flushed, and turned around in his arms.
"You're a pig Spike!"
"Got you slayer! I love seeing you blush, any one would still think you still an innocent, but we know better don't we?" he asked.
She kissed him quickly on the lips and pulled out of his arms before he could deepen it.
"Stop with the delaying tactics, I shall miss my bus," Buffy said.
She quickly finished dressing and ran a brush through her hair and grabbed her books.
"Bye William. Have a nice day," she said blowing him a kiss and quickly disappearing up the ladder.
Spike touched his once again flat stomach.
"Don't worry luv, I will," he said going back to bed.
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"Hey Willow, Oz, great day isn't it," asked Buffy.
"Buffy, you're positively glowing, Oh you're pregnant again," said Willow, giving her friend a hug.
"Yep, it's wonderful, I really missed him or her," said Buffy.
"I bet Spike's more than a little relieved," said Oz.
"You could say that," said Buffy.
"Although the idea of Spike giving birth," said Oz, a little smile on his face.
"Oz!" said Willow warningly.
"Gotta go guys, poetry class calling, see you later at lunch?" asked Buffy
"Sure have fun," said Willow.
"Oh yeah, starting to regret signing up for it already," she replied.
Buffy turned and walked away, she bumped right into Forrest Gates, knocking her books from her arms, he quickly apologised and bent down to pick them up for her. Was it her imagination or did he seem to be everywhere these days? He handed her books back to her, smiling at her in a strange way.
"See you in Psych," he said as he walked off.
Buffy shrugged off her feelings of unease and continued to her class. She sat through the lecture lost in the magic of the words her teacher spoke, she sighed blissfully. Until he shattered her calm and set the class assignment, Buffy's smile slipped from her face.
"The assignment is to write a poem about the most important thing in your life, it can be an object, it can be a person and I'd like you to bring that person or object to class, so we can see what you saw when you wrote the poem," he said.
"Oh crap," said Buffy under her breath.
"What was that Ms Lovejoy?" asked the professor.
The bell rang signalling the end of class, Buffy was spared an explanation as all the students left the room in a big rush. She could hear their chatter as they walked by her.
"I am going to write a poem about my playstation," said one guy.
"Man get a life, that is so lame, I am gonna write a poem about Reece Witherspoon," his friend replied.
"Oh like she'll ever agree to come to class with you, loser," said another.
Buffy walked off towards the crèche facility, she knew what she'd write about, but whether it would agree to come to the college as a visual aid, would be another thing.
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Buffy returned home to find Spike watching "Passions" He had his back to her.
"Hi Spike," she said coming up behind him in his favourite green chair. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed the top of his head.
"Hello luv," he said
"Spike?"
Buffy came round the front to look at his face.
"What?" he asked
"You've been crying at passions again, haven't you?" she asked
"Well it's not fair, last year they stuck Timmy down the bloody well, now he's just been told unless he has a brain transplant with his pet monkey, he will die," said Spike defensively.
Buffy looked at him and giggled.
"Hey it's not funny," he said.
"Spike, you watch way too much daytime TV, I think you are starting to lose IQ points,"
"So how was your day?" he asked.
"Could have been better, got to write a poem about the most important thing in my life, my shoe collection," she smiled.
Spike pretended to look hurt. Buffy kissed him.
"Of course it will be about you," she smiled. She decided to leave out the needing him to be there for the actual recital.
"Want to go out tonight luv? Willie's not expecting me back until tomorrow night," he asked
"Do I ever, we haven't been out on a date for ages, but we don't have a lot of money, can we afford it?" she asked.
"A couple of drinks at the Bronze is hardly going to break us, and I thought we could have a Buffy is pregnant again celebration," he said.
"Music, dancing a couple of non-alcoholic drinks, you might even get lucky," he purred.
"That's not luck, that's inevitability," she replied.
"Oh, are you asking for it missy,"
"Always," she replied as she disappeared below stairs to get ready.
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Spike and Buffy entered the Bronze, hand in hand. She looked at him, her excitement obvious. Looking at her, he sometimes forgot just how young she was, but she seemed as truly contented with their life as he was. He'd been dead nearly 120 years, but since being with her, he'd never felt more alive. Buffy saw Willow and Xander and Anya all seated around a table.
"It's my friends lets go say hello," said Buffy.
They walked over to the table.
"Spike! And now my night is complete," said Xander sarcastically.
Spike totally ignored Xander.
"Hello ladies, where's teen wolf tonight?" he asked looking at Willow.
"Oh he's backstage, Dingo's ate my baby are playing tonight," Willow explained proudly.
A slow song started up and several couples got on the floor. Spike took off his leather duster: he threw it in Xander's face.
"Look after the jacket Harris," said Spike leading Buffy on to the dance floor.
"Spike, you are too bad," sighed Buffy as she wrapped her arms around him.
"You wouldn't have it any other way," he said as he nuzzled her neck.
Xander watched the couple on the floor.
"Someone please knock me out," he pleaded in mock horror.
"You never dance with me like that Xander," Anya complained.
"Uh oh, I feel the sudden need to go to the bathroom," said Willow making a hasty exit.
Anya yelped in surprise as Xander grabbed her and hauled her onto the dance floor.
"Let's show them how it's really done," he said gathering Anya in his arms.
Forrest came out of the shadows: he had followed Buffy and hostile 17 from their crypt. He scanned the room and walked over to where the subjects discarded coats lay. He had one last look before quickly clipping on the almost invisible bugging devices to their jackets.
Spike and Buffy swayed slowly to the soft music, She looked up seeing Forrest hovering near where her friends had been sitting. She frowned, maybe she wasn't so paranoid after all, she watched as he looked quickly around the room and walked off.
Forrest was forgotten as she felt her husband shake with laughter. She pulled out of his arms and turned to see what he found so funny.
"What?" asked Buffy in confusion.
"I thought the whelp was gonna show us how it's done," said Spike laughing at the tangle of limbs that was Xander and Anya.
"The only thing Xander does well is the snoopy dance, " she replied.
"Now that's something I would pay good money to see," said Spike
TBC
Date Night
Chapter 8
Spike was up early, happily whistling as he made the morning coffee, he put his mug of blood in the microwave and sat on one of the stone coffins and waited for it to finish. He patted his tummy fondly.
"Well baby it's seven days today, guess you will be going back where you belong soon, as much as I love you little one, will be kinda glad to get my body back to myself," he said
The baby answered with a strong kick. Spike wondered what Buffy would think if she knew about his one sided conversations with their offspring, he grinned, she would probably think him an idiot. The microwave pinged and Spike carried on with his preparations.
Buffy stirred in their bedroom, she had awoken to Spike's whistling, then some incoherent mumbling. She smiled fondly to herself, Spike was talking to their baby again, and she had often listened in on "their" conversations the past week. Little did he know, she had done it herself a few times, since she'd been pregnant. Spike slowly came down the ladder with two mugs in one hand holding on with the other.
"Wow, we're up and about early this morning, what's the occasion?" she asked.
"Don't tell me you've forgot, it's Tuesday," said Spike
Buffy felt dread start to arise inside her.
"Tuesday? Oh God what's happened now? Bad things always happen on a Tuesday," she said.
"Calm down luv, nothings happened, well at least not yet, it been a week since the curse remember?" he asked.
Buffy breathed a sigh of relief.
"Oh yeah silly Buffy," she said
"Hurry up and drink up, and then we can get on with it," he said.
Buffy took the mug from him and sipped the hot liquid.
"Get on with what?" she asked
Spike arched an eyebrow.
"Remember last week? You came home from college, we had incredible sex, fell asleep and the baby switched places," said Spike.
"That doesn't mean that's how it will change back, if you want me, you only have to say, or even better show me," she said
"Oh that's quite an ego," he said.
"Not really, I just know my special skills," she said playing the game.
"Most of which I taught you," said Spike.
Spike quickly finished off his drink and took a quick sip of hers to get rid of his blood breath. His face was still lumpy.
"Give me a minute, until these go away," he said touching his lumpies.
Buffy pulled him down on the bed, gazing into his yellow eyes.
"When you gonna learn William, I love you for who you are not what you are?" she asked
"So the cold hard muscular body doesn't interest you at all?" he smiled, exposing his fangs.
Buffy's hand travelled lower and he gasped.
"Oh it does, especially this part," she said kissing him hard on the lips.
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Two hours later Spike awoke to see Buffy looking at him.
"Did it work?" he asked hopefully.
"You bet ya, look!" she said exposing her stomach.
Spike breathed a sigh of relief.
"Oh yeah! There is a God and he loves me after all," said Spike.
"I think the jury is still out on that one Spike," she said wryly.
"I can't see, do I have any stretch marks?" he asked
Buffy rolled her eyes at his vanity.
"No, starting to be glad you don't cast a reflection, otherwise I think I would have serious competition for the mirror in the mornings," she giggled.
Buffy rose out of the bed, she went over to her closet and took one of her new maternity dresses out of it.
"No more jeans for a few months now, or anything unless it resembles a tent," she said sadly.
"Do you have to go into college today luv, it seems you are always loving and leaving me these days," Spike asked.
"This is important and I can't let Vickie down, she'll go mad being left with all those screaming babies, also I think I am getting my first assignment in my poetry class today, all important stuff," she replied.
Spike came up behind her still naked, he wrapped his arms around her, touching her belly.
"Glad our little one is back in it's rightful place with it's mummy, can't have been very nice for it, being inside of me, I know I like it inside mummy," he said wickedly.
Buffy flushed, and turned around in his arms.
"You're a pig Spike!"
"Got you slayer! I love seeing you blush, any one would still think you still an innocent, but we know better don't we?" he asked.
She kissed him quickly on the lips and pulled out of his arms before he could deepen it.
"Stop with the delaying tactics, I shall miss my bus," Buffy said.
She quickly finished dressing and ran a brush through her hair and grabbed her books.
"Bye William. Have a nice day," she said blowing him a kiss and quickly disappearing up the ladder.
Spike touched his once again flat stomach.
"Don't worry luv, I will," he said going back to bed.
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"Hey Willow, Oz, great day isn't it," asked Buffy.
"Buffy, you're positively glowing, Oh you're pregnant again," said Willow, giving her friend a hug.
"Yep, it's wonderful, I really missed him or her," said Buffy.
"I bet Spike's more than a little relieved," said Oz.
"You could say that," said Buffy.
"Although the idea of Spike giving birth," said Oz, a little smile on his face.
"Oz!" said Willow warningly.
"Gotta go guys, poetry class calling, see you later at lunch?" asked Buffy
"Sure have fun," said Willow.
"Oh yeah, starting to regret signing up for it already," she replied.
Buffy turned and walked away, she bumped right into Forrest Gates, knocking her books from her arms, he quickly apologised and bent down to pick them up for her. Was it her imagination or did he seem to be everywhere these days? He handed her books back to her, smiling at her in a strange way.
"See you in Psych," he said as he walked off.
Buffy shrugged off her feelings of unease and continued to her class. She sat through the lecture lost in the magic of the words her teacher spoke, she sighed blissfully. Until he shattered her calm and set the class assignment, Buffy's smile slipped from her face.
"The assignment is to write a poem about the most important thing in your life, it can be an object, it can be a person and I'd like you to bring that person or object to class, so we can see what you saw when you wrote the poem," he said.
"Oh crap," said Buffy under her breath.
"What was that Ms Lovejoy?" asked the professor.
The bell rang signalling the end of class, Buffy was spared an explanation as all the students left the room in a big rush. She could hear their chatter as they walked by her.
"I am going to write a poem about my playstation," said one guy.
"Man get a life, that is so lame, I am gonna write a poem about Reece Witherspoon," his friend replied.
"Oh like she'll ever agree to come to class with you, loser," said another.
Buffy walked off towards the crèche facility, she knew what she'd write about, but whether it would agree to come to the college as a visual aid, would be another thing.
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Buffy returned home to find Spike watching "Passions" He had his back to her.
"Hi Spike," she said coming up behind him in his favourite green chair. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed the top of his head.
"Hello luv," he said
"Spike?"
Buffy came round the front to look at his face.
"What?" he asked
"You've been crying at passions again, haven't you?" she asked
"Well it's not fair, last year they stuck Timmy down the bloody well, now he's just been told unless he has a brain transplant with his pet monkey, he will die," said Spike defensively.
Buffy looked at him and giggled.
"Hey it's not funny," he said.
"Spike, you watch way too much daytime TV, I think you are starting to lose IQ points,"
"So how was your day?" he asked.
"Could have been better, got to write a poem about the most important thing in my life, my shoe collection," she smiled.
Spike pretended to look hurt. Buffy kissed him.
"Of course it will be about you," she smiled. She decided to leave out the needing him to be there for the actual recital.
"Want to go out tonight luv? Willie's not expecting me back until tomorrow night," he asked
"Do I ever, we haven't been out on a date for ages, but we don't have a lot of money, can we afford it?" she asked.
"A couple of drinks at the Bronze is hardly going to break us, and I thought we could have a Buffy is pregnant again celebration," he said.
"Music, dancing a couple of non-alcoholic drinks, you might even get lucky," he purred.
"That's not luck, that's inevitability," she replied.
"Oh, are you asking for it missy,"
"Always," she replied as she disappeared below stairs to get ready.
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Spike and Buffy entered the Bronze, hand in hand. She looked at him, her excitement obvious. Looking at her, he sometimes forgot just how young she was, but she seemed as truly contented with their life as he was. He'd been dead nearly 120 years, but since being with her, he'd never felt more alive. Buffy saw Willow and Xander and Anya all seated around a table.
"It's my friends lets go say hello," said Buffy.
They walked over to the table.
"Spike! And now my night is complete," said Xander sarcastically.
Spike totally ignored Xander.
"Hello ladies, where's teen wolf tonight?" he asked looking at Willow.
"Oh he's backstage, Dingo's ate my baby are playing tonight," Willow explained proudly.
A slow song started up and several couples got on the floor. Spike took off his leather duster: he threw it in Xander's face.
"Look after the jacket Harris," said Spike leading Buffy on to the dance floor.
"Spike, you are too bad," sighed Buffy as she wrapped her arms around him.
"You wouldn't have it any other way," he said as he nuzzled her neck.
Xander watched the couple on the floor.
"Someone please knock me out," he pleaded in mock horror.
"You never dance with me like that Xander," Anya complained.
"Uh oh, I feel the sudden need to go to the bathroom," said Willow making a hasty exit.
Anya yelped in surprise as Xander grabbed her and hauled her onto the dance floor.
"Let's show them how it's really done," he said gathering Anya in his arms.
Forrest came out of the shadows: he had followed Buffy and hostile 17 from their crypt. He scanned the room and walked over to where the subjects discarded coats lay. He had one last look before quickly clipping on the almost invisible bugging devices to their jackets.
Spike and Buffy swayed slowly to the soft music, She looked up seeing Forrest hovering near where her friends had been sitting. She frowned, maybe she wasn't so paranoid after all, she watched as he looked quickly around the room and walked off.
Forrest was forgotten as she felt her husband shake with laughter. She pulled out of his arms and turned to see what he found so funny.
"What?" asked Buffy in confusion.
"I thought the whelp was gonna show us how it's done," said Spike laughing at the tangle of limbs that was Xander and Anya.
"The only thing Xander does well is the snoopy dance, " she replied.
"Now that's something I would pay good money to see," said Spike
TBC