Disclaimer: BTVS is completely owned by Joss, I sadly only own the VHS box
sets that I brought from Amazon.
Title: Tired Hearts.
A/N: Well this is it, thus ends the Tired hearts story. I hope you all enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
See you all real soon.
Mel xxx
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Buffy felt something warm nuzzle into the back of her neck, hot breathe tickling her skin. Things had moved on over the last eleven months. Spike and her had brought the top apartment in the block of flats, and were living in a three bedroom luxury apartment, of course the price was reasonable, what with Mr Giles being Spikes father, and their baby's grandfather.
Spike smiled into the back of his one true love's neck. He loved the feel of her soft skin against his own pale flesh. The shriek from the other room startled him, not that it should, and he should be use to it. Buffy began to stir but Spike held her arm.
"My turn, luv." He whispered, his voice dripping with sensitivity.
"No Spike, you only saw to her," She looked at the clock on the nightstand, the wailing filling the flat. "Thirty minutes ago." She yawned and tried to move only to be gently held down. She felt his lips on her cheek a warm sensation spreading through her just from his contact. She thought the feelings he gave her would disappear with time, but they didn't she felt them every time he held her, touched her or kissed her. She felt the mattress shift as he removed his weight, he stood tall and stretched, and then he bent down and picked up his boxers slipping into them as they formed to him like a second skin.
He walked through the hallway, and felt his way to the light switch; he heard another soft cry followed by a hiccup. Softly he padded towards the room next to theirs. Slowly he opened the door and smiled.
"Hey bit, shush now, daddy's 'ere now." His voice was quiet and small, as he reached into the cot, pulling the small form into his pale arms. Immediately the baby's cry's hushed, and she began to suck her thumb.
"Now does this mean you hungry sweetie?" he looked into the strong blue eyes, which contained traces of sleep and tears. His heart tugged once again at looking at his gorgeous baby.
Buffy and Spike had found it hard to agree on a name. Mrs summers had thought of wonderful names for a boy and Mr Giles had thought of a few, but once she had turned up, nothing seemed to justify her beauty.
Even though she was only two and a half months old, she had brown hair cascading from her soft head. Her eyes were the brightest blue and her lips continued to be full and pouty. She had the soft features of Buffy but she had Spikes cheekbones, on any other person, it could have been hideous having such conflicts on one small face, but on their child she managed to make it look incredible.
Spike could remember Buffy's insistence on keeping the sex a mystery until she was born. And as Spike held his fiancés hand as she gave birth to his baby he could remember the tears that had flowed when they let him hold her. The happiness her and her mother brought him was just wonderful.
******Three months previously*****
Buffy stared at him with wide eyes, she was about three weeks away to giving birth to a baby that would change their lives, they had brought the top flat, she had stopped working, but had become a partner in the bistro, and was in discussions with the group about opening a new one on purley's high street. Of course they would wait until the little bit, (as they had nick-named her and Spike's child) was born. But now Spike was sitting opposite her, candles lighting the front room up like a scene in a movie, there must have been one hundred candles lining all the surfaces.
He looked deeper into her eyes. Trying to read her, she knew he was, he always did when she wouldn't answer a question. But her throat was stuck removing the lump that had formed there as if by magic. Her voice couldn't get by it so at the moment her mouth was hanging slightly open whilst her mind concentrated on removing the lump.
She thought about what had led her to this moment, one of the happiest of her life.
He had sent her out to get shopping, she had complained, moaning that she was pregnant and didn't want to go anywhere, but he had begged her and promised he would make it up to her, and he had been wearing those sexy little reading glasses, as he had been at work on the paperwork in their office, that really should have been a dining room, but the sitting room was big enough for a table, so it had made sense for him to have a little private space.
So she had gone complaining to anyone who would listen, her hormones sky high, and she wanted to cry but, would look stupid doing so at the counter in Safeways, luckily she had just enough energy to hold it back until she walked back to the apartment, it was a ten minute walk, so she had a good cry and walked up to the lift, waited and entered the apartment at the top. The place she now called home.
On arrival she smelt the scented candles and followed through to the front room, there in a shirt and tie Spike sat staring at her. Her eyes raked over the room, taking in everything, the candles, the soft music, the wonderful dinner on the table, the first time she had seen a tie on Spike, and although it hung loosely, it looked delicious.
"What's all this for?" Buffy asked, slightly shocked.
"This is for us." He smiled and stood up walking towards her.
"Us?" Buffy mocked, as he prowled closer. She shuddered when his arms encircled her large waist.
"Well this little bit will be along, any time soon." He spoke softly as he sank to his knees listening to their child wriggle in her womb. "And we won't have much time to ourselves. So I thought." He kissed his unborn child before standing up. "I would celebrate you."
"Celebrate me?" Buffy asked confusing herself a little more than she was already.
"Celebrate you." Spike said matter of factly as he gently slid behind her,
"Everything you do for me," He whispered in her ears from behind her. Then he kissed where his breath had just danced across her lobe.
"Everything you are." He slid her coat down her arms and let it crumple on the black leather sofa behind her.
"For being the only thing that could make me happy." This time he kissed the back of her neck.
"For holding our child." He kissed the opposite shoulder to the lobe he had just kissed.
"For being my perfect partner," This time he held her hand and led her to the table and helped her sit down.
"And for loving me." With that he sat down and looked straight into her eyes.
"I do love you Buffy. More than I ever thought I could. You're my other half, you complete me, and I wanted to show you." With that she smiled and stared at him.
"You complete me too, honey you know I love you, and I know you love me, you didn't need to do all this." She waved her hands over the table.
"Buffy I have to ask you something," he stood up and walked towards her, his shoes making a small knocking sound against the floorboards.
"What?" she stared into his eyes once again being shocked at the intensity of the blue.
He fell on one knee the minute he reached her chair. One hand pulled from behind his back flicking open a box containing a white gold ring with a small single encrusted diamond while the other took her hand.
"Marry me. Please Buffy, you are the only thing that will ever make me feel this way. You and bit, I can't live without you, so please do me the honour and be my wife.
She nearly fainted, she had dreamed of the day he would ask her. Their relationship had grown at such a fast pace, but neither would have had it any other way.
"Of course I will, William you're the only person I ever want to be with." With that they kissed as Spike slipped on her engagement ring.
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Buffy stood in the doorway watching as Spike held his daughter and told her how beautiful she was, how she reminded him of her mummy. She closed her eyes and lent on the cool wooden doorframe. Toys now covered the flat and neither cared, every time they tripped over one it would just remind them of their daughter and how happy a child she was, always laughing and smiling, only crying as a sign to let them know she wanted something.
"You're beautiful, Georgie." Spike commented staring at his daughter.
"Georgia." Buffy corrected her lover. Spike turned to face her.
"Look Buffy. I like Georgie, that's why I liked Georgina, so my little bit." He looked down and tickled one of his daughter's tiny feet; she let out a small giggle before settling down. "She's Georgie to me." He shot Buffy a look, and she smiled, walking in and staring at her daughter.
"She's perfect, isn't she Spike?" a smiled crossed her lips, a smile that only a proud mother could hold.
"Yea she is pet. Like her mother." They both watched the sleeping child in her dad's arms. Proud of what they had accomplished together.
Neither could be happier, all their friend's where well, they had frequent visits from their family, and would always have holidays with them. Xander and Faith had gotten through every thing, after Ted went into prison, Faith visibly relaxed. Her and Xander decide to start afresh. She now worked at the gym, training to be an assistant. Together they brought the luxury apartment that Xander had always dreamed of.
Willow and Tara were wonderful together. They continued to run the bistro along with Buffy and Xander. They both became very close with Dawn and whenever she was over they would take her out for the day, show her all the sights and all the shops.
***********The End***********
A/N: well I hoped that left you all satisfied. And a bit teary eyed.
Mel xxx
Title: Tired Hearts.
A/N: Well this is it, thus ends the Tired hearts story. I hope you all enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
See you all real soon.
Mel xxx
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Buffy felt something warm nuzzle into the back of her neck, hot breathe tickling her skin. Things had moved on over the last eleven months. Spike and her had brought the top apartment in the block of flats, and were living in a three bedroom luxury apartment, of course the price was reasonable, what with Mr Giles being Spikes father, and their baby's grandfather.
Spike smiled into the back of his one true love's neck. He loved the feel of her soft skin against his own pale flesh. The shriek from the other room startled him, not that it should, and he should be use to it. Buffy began to stir but Spike held her arm.
"My turn, luv." He whispered, his voice dripping with sensitivity.
"No Spike, you only saw to her," She looked at the clock on the nightstand, the wailing filling the flat. "Thirty minutes ago." She yawned and tried to move only to be gently held down. She felt his lips on her cheek a warm sensation spreading through her just from his contact. She thought the feelings he gave her would disappear with time, but they didn't she felt them every time he held her, touched her or kissed her. She felt the mattress shift as he removed his weight, he stood tall and stretched, and then he bent down and picked up his boxers slipping into them as they formed to him like a second skin.
He walked through the hallway, and felt his way to the light switch; he heard another soft cry followed by a hiccup. Softly he padded towards the room next to theirs. Slowly he opened the door and smiled.
"Hey bit, shush now, daddy's 'ere now." His voice was quiet and small, as he reached into the cot, pulling the small form into his pale arms. Immediately the baby's cry's hushed, and she began to suck her thumb.
"Now does this mean you hungry sweetie?" he looked into the strong blue eyes, which contained traces of sleep and tears. His heart tugged once again at looking at his gorgeous baby.
Buffy and Spike had found it hard to agree on a name. Mrs summers had thought of wonderful names for a boy and Mr Giles had thought of a few, but once she had turned up, nothing seemed to justify her beauty.
Even though she was only two and a half months old, she had brown hair cascading from her soft head. Her eyes were the brightest blue and her lips continued to be full and pouty. She had the soft features of Buffy but she had Spikes cheekbones, on any other person, it could have been hideous having such conflicts on one small face, but on their child she managed to make it look incredible.
Spike could remember Buffy's insistence on keeping the sex a mystery until she was born. And as Spike held his fiancés hand as she gave birth to his baby he could remember the tears that had flowed when they let him hold her. The happiness her and her mother brought him was just wonderful.
******Three months previously*****
Buffy stared at him with wide eyes, she was about three weeks away to giving birth to a baby that would change their lives, they had brought the top flat, she had stopped working, but had become a partner in the bistro, and was in discussions with the group about opening a new one on purley's high street. Of course they would wait until the little bit, (as they had nick-named her and Spike's child) was born. But now Spike was sitting opposite her, candles lighting the front room up like a scene in a movie, there must have been one hundred candles lining all the surfaces.
He looked deeper into her eyes. Trying to read her, she knew he was, he always did when she wouldn't answer a question. But her throat was stuck removing the lump that had formed there as if by magic. Her voice couldn't get by it so at the moment her mouth was hanging slightly open whilst her mind concentrated on removing the lump.
She thought about what had led her to this moment, one of the happiest of her life.
He had sent her out to get shopping, she had complained, moaning that she was pregnant and didn't want to go anywhere, but he had begged her and promised he would make it up to her, and he had been wearing those sexy little reading glasses, as he had been at work on the paperwork in their office, that really should have been a dining room, but the sitting room was big enough for a table, so it had made sense for him to have a little private space.
So she had gone complaining to anyone who would listen, her hormones sky high, and she wanted to cry but, would look stupid doing so at the counter in Safeways, luckily she had just enough energy to hold it back until she walked back to the apartment, it was a ten minute walk, so she had a good cry and walked up to the lift, waited and entered the apartment at the top. The place she now called home.
On arrival she smelt the scented candles and followed through to the front room, there in a shirt and tie Spike sat staring at her. Her eyes raked over the room, taking in everything, the candles, the soft music, the wonderful dinner on the table, the first time she had seen a tie on Spike, and although it hung loosely, it looked delicious.
"What's all this for?" Buffy asked, slightly shocked.
"This is for us." He smiled and stood up walking towards her.
"Us?" Buffy mocked, as he prowled closer. She shuddered when his arms encircled her large waist.
"Well this little bit will be along, any time soon." He spoke softly as he sank to his knees listening to their child wriggle in her womb. "And we won't have much time to ourselves. So I thought." He kissed his unborn child before standing up. "I would celebrate you."
"Celebrate me?" Buffy asked confusing herself a little more than she was already.
"Celebrate you." Spike said matter of factly as he gently slid behind her,
"Everything you do for me," He whispered in her ears from behind her. Then he kissed where his breath had just danced across her lobe.
"Everything you are." He slid her coat down her arms and let it crumple on the black leather sofa behind her.
"For being the only thing that could make me happy." This time he kissed the back of her neck.
"For holding our child." He kissed the opposite shoulder to the lobe he had just kissed.
"For being my perfect partner," This time he held her hand and led her to the table and helped her sit down.
"And for loving me." With that he sat down and looked straight into her eyes.
"I do love you Buffy. More than I ever thought I could. You're my other half, you complete me, and I wanted to show you." With that she smiled and stared at him.
"You complete me too, honey you know I love you, and I know you love me, you didn't need to do all this." She waved her hands over the table.
"Buffy I have to ask you something," he stood up and walked towards her, his shoes making a small knocking sound against the floorboards.
"What?" she stared into his eyes once again being shocked at the intensity of the blue.
He fell on one knee the minute he reached her chair. One hand pulled from behind his back flicking open a box containing a white gold ring with a small single encrusted diamond while the other took her hand.
"Marry me. Please Buffy, you are the only thing that will ever make me feel this way. You and bit, I can't live without you, so please do me the honour and be my wife.
She nearly fainted, she had dreamed of the day he would ask her. Their relationship had grown at such a fast pace, but neither would have had it any other way.
"Of course I will, William you're the only person I ever want to be with." With that they kissed as Spike slipped on her engagement ring.
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Buffy stood in the doorway watching as Spike held his daughter and told her how beautiful she was, how she reminded him of her mummy. She closed her eyes and lent on the cool wooden doorframe. Toys now covered the flat and neither cared, every time they tripped over one it would just remind them of their daughter and how happy a child she was, always laughing and smiling, only crying as a sign to let them know she wanted something.
"You're beautiful, Georgie." Spike commented staring at his daughter.
"Georgia." Buffy corrected her lover. Spike turned to face her.
"Look Buffy. I like Georgie, that's why I liked Georgina, so my little bit." He looked down and tickled one of his daughter's tiny feet; she let out a small giggle before settling down. "She's Georgie to me." He shot Buffy a look, and she smiled, walking in and staring at her daughter.
"She's perfect, isn't she Spike?" a smiled crossed her lips, a smile that only a proud mother could hold.
"Yea she is pet. Like her mother." They both watched the sleeping child in her dad's arms. Proud of what they had accomplished together.
Neither could be happier, all their friend's where well, they had frequent visits from their family, and would always have holidays with them. Xander and Faith had gotten through every thing, after Ted went into prison, Faith visibly relaxed. Her and Xander decide to start afresh. She now worked at the gym, training to be an assistant. Together they brought the luxury apartment that Xander had always dreamed of.
Willow and Tara were wonderful together. They continued to run the bistro along with Buffy and Xander. They both became very close with Dawn and whenever she was over they would take her out for the day, show her all the sights and all the shops.
***********The End***********
A/N: well I hoped that left you all satisfied. And a bit teary eyed.
Mel xxx