Disclaimer: All the characters belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Fox,
etc... except of course the ones I make up.
Summary: Spike and Buffy are going to have a baby together!!! I know, I know, it's been done about a million times but I promise that this one is different. Anyway, it also deals with all different types of families that could exist in the Buffyverse.
Spoilers: None really
Continuity: It's the sequel to "Apocalypse now... Again". However, you don't really need to read it to understand this fic. It picks up a few weeks after where "Apocalypse Now... Again" leaves off. Also, I just thought I'd point out that Tara is alive and with Willow, both witches are living with Buffy. Also, Xander and Anya are married and Anya is about four and a half months pregnant.
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FAMILY
Chapter 9: Hi Baby
Buffy hated this place. This place meant pain and sorrow and loss. It was the definition of fear itself. Death had free rain over the walls of this dreadful place, and Buffy knew death here all too well. It was so strange to Buffy how this place would now mean life for her.
Buffy's hands were clasped tightly together so as to keep them from shaking. She kept her eyes straight ahead as she felt Spike's hand slip down her arms and grasp one quaking hand. A sudden calm washed over Buffy at the feel of her love's cool fingers on her flushed skin, and a few tears fell from her eyes,
"I hate this place," she told him, her voice barely above a whisper.
"I know, pet," he said compassionately as he placed a gentle kiss on her jawbone, "I know."
"Summers!" The nurse called in that oh-so-professional manner that nurses could do so well. For some reason to Buffy it sounded so callous and so uncaring; besides, the woman was just doing her job.
Spike stood while Buffy remained seated as if nothing had happened. She had always had a phobia of hospitals, ever since her cousin died. But it worsened after the death of her mother; now every time she entered one she thought of being there on the day her mother passed. The Slayer found the fact that this place would now be a place of life for her ironic.
Spike looked down at Buffy who was almost as white as he. He smiled compassionately at her and held out his hand for her to take. She did and stood slowly. The blonde woman sighed and looked at her feet.
"I hate being here."
Spike said nothing but merely squeezed her hand to show her that he understood. She wrapped her free hand around his upper arm and leaned her head on his shoulder. Spike followed the nurse to where she led them and Buffy's feet somehow fell in sync with his.
They waited in their room for a long time in awkward silence. Things were very rarely awkward between them, but neither of them really knew what to say. Spike, unable to take the silence, broke it.
"It's so strange," he told her with a smirk, "I never thought that this would be me. Not even just with the whole vampire thing. When I was human too, I never really thought ahead so far as to the point where I'd start a family."
"Me either," Buffy told him with a weak smile. "Except, for me, I never thought about children until I became the Slayer. I figured I would die before I ever got the chance to have kids, and even if I didn't die, I figured, 'who would wanna marry a freak like me anyway, right?' It's strange how death makes you think of all the things you'll never have."
"Yeah love," Spike agreed, "I know exactly what you mean."
Buffy looked like she was about to say something but then stopped, and got an expression on her face like she was in deep thought. She then looked at Spike.
"Do you think... do you think it's strange at all that it's particularly you and Angel who are having miracle children. I mean, since you're from the same vamp-family?"
"I never really thought about it much, but, yeah, I guess it's a funny coincidence."
"Okay, but see, that's the thing. I have this tendency to not believe in coincidences. As far as I'm concerned, there is no such thing as a coincidence. It's just the Powers-That-Be messing with us. What if something horrible is going to happen with our baby and Connor, I mean what if-"
Quickly, the vampire stood and grabbed Buffy into a tight embrace. He could feel Buffy's muscles relax as she leaned onto his chest and into his arms, and he could hear her heartbeat slowing. She sighed and nuzzled her face into his shoulder.
"Stop worrying, alright? No point in fretting over what hasn't happened yet. Connor will be fine, and she" he put his hand on Buffy's stomach "will be fine."
Buffy let out a short laugh and looked up at Spike with a slight smile. "You just called it 'she'."
"I know."
"Do you?" She teased.
"I got a hunch," he told her softly into her ear. He kissed her neck and ran his hands smoothly down her arms and took her hands.
"Presto," she mumbled, looking into his deep blue eyes, "no more worries... for now anyway." Pause. "When did you start always knowing just what to say?"
"I always have, love. You just never listened till recently."
They heard a knock on the door and turned around to see the doctor walk in, his white doctor's coat gently bouncing against his legs as he walked. Buffy looked at him from head to toe. He was relatively young, in his very early thirties, Buffy guessed. He had light brown hair, green eyes, and a comforting smile.
"Ms. Summers?" He asked.
"Yes," she replied, "but please, just call me Buffy."
"Nice to meet you," the young doctor said as he shook her hand warmly, "I'm Dr. Levi."
Buffy smiled politely and nodded. Something about this doctor made her feel a strange sense of comfort. She wasn't sure why or where it was coming from, but it was nice to feel comfortable in such a wretched place.
Dr. Levi released Buffy's hand and turned to Spike. "Are you the father?"
The vampire nodded and shook the doctor's hand. "Will."
"Nice to meet you, Will," Dr. Levi said as he shook Spike's hand. When he released it, he looked at his own hand with odd fascination. He then smiled and looked back at Spike.
"Aren't doctors supposed to be the ones with cold hands?"
Spike gave him a half smile and shrugged. "Cold hands, yeah? I get that a lot."
The doctor smiled and turned his attention back to Buffy. "So, this is your first check up, right?"
Buffy nodded, "yeah."
"Alright, and do you know about how many weeks along you are?"
Buffy considered it for a minute. "I'm not exactly sure... seven or eight weeks."
"Okay. Is there any particular reason why you waited so long to see a doctor?"
"There was some... family stuff that had to be taken care of first," Buffy half lied.
The doctor asked a series of questions that Buffy found irrelevant to why she was there. Though the doctor's friendly aura and her little chat with Spike helped, she still want to be in the hospital for any longer than necessary. She answered, as honestly and as briefly as she could, skipping certain information such as the fact her "night job" was to save the world from evil.
They finally got to the physical exam. A whole bunch of poking and prodding that made Buffy want to jump out of her skin. But when that ended, they came to the part she was actually looking forward to. The sonogram.
Dr. Levi squirted a big blob of clearish goo on Buffy's bare stomach. He then pulled over the machine and Spike walked up beside Buffy so that he too could see the screen. He took her hand and she smiled at him, once again feeling that sudden calm she always did when he was around.
Dr. Levi turned on the sonogram and rubbed the rounded part over Buffy's stomach. He studied the image on the screen silently. Buffy looked at it and it took a minute for the fact that that was her baby on the screen to register. When it did, a few tears fell from her eyes and Spike kissed her forehead.
"So everything looks alright then, Doc?" The father-to-be asked. "Nothing... abnormal?"
"Not that I can tell," he said, still distracted by the picture, "any reason in particular that you ask?"
"My family," Buffy answered for Spike, "it has a history of birth defects."
"Well, as far as I can tell, everything looks alright. You look about... I'd say... nine weeks pregnant."
"Nine weeks..." Buffy repeated airily to no one in particular. "I'm nine weeks pregnant."
"Oh, and uh, do you want to know if it's a boy or a girl?"
"You can do that? I mean, without special tests and stuff?"
"Well, it's not one hundred percent, it never is, but I have a pretty good idea from these images."
Buffy looked at Spike and he nodded. "Yes," she said, "we wanna know."
"Well, then, I believe you are going to be having a little girl."
Smile smiled, leaned over and gave Buffy another kiss on the forehead. She could feel a cool tear drop onto her warm skin.
"See?" He mumbled softly. "Told you it was a girl."
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Hey everyone, hope you liked that chapter. It's winter break so I plan on getting up at least two, possibly even three more chapters up over the next few weeks as long as I get computer time. Anyway... KEEP REVIEWING!!!
PS: HAPPY HOLIDAYS EVERYONE!!!
Summary: Spike and Buffy are going to have a baby together!!! I know, I know, it's been done about a million times but I promise that this one is different. Anyway, it also deals with all different types of families that could exist in the Buffyverse.
Spoilers: None really
Continuity: It's the sequel to "Apocalypse now... Again". However, you don't really need to read it to understand this fic. It picks up a few weeks after where "Apocalypse Now... Again" leaves off. Also, I just thought I'd point out that Tara is alive and with Willow, both witches are living with Buffy. Also, Xander and Anya are married and Anya is about four and a half months pregnant.
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FAMILY
Chapter 9: Hi Baby
Buffy hated this place. This place meant pain and sorrow and loss. It was the definition of fear itself. Death had free rain over the walls of this dreadful place, and Buffy knew death here all too well. It was so strange to Buffy how this place would now mean life for her.
Buffy's hands were clasped tightly together so as to keep them from shaking. She kept her eyes straight ahead as she felt Spike's hand slip down her arms and grasp one quaking hand. A sudden calm washed over Buffy at the feel of her love's cool fingers on her flushed skin, and a few tears fell from her eyes,
"I hate this place," she told him, her voice barely above a whisper.
"I know, pet," he said compassionately as he placed a gentle kiss on her jawbone, "I know."
"Summers!" The nurse called in that oh-so-professional manner that nurses could do so well. For some reason to Buffy it sounded so callous and so uncaring; besides, the woman was just doing her job.
Spike stood while Buffy remained seated as if nothing had happened. She had always had a phobia of hospitals, ever since her cousin died. But it worsened after the death of her mother; now every time she entered one she thought of being there on the day her mother passed. The Slayer found the fact that this place would now be a place of life for her ironic.
Spike looked down at Buffy who was almost as white as he. He smiled compassionately at her and held out his hand for her to take. She did and stood slowly. The blonde woman sighed and looked at her feet.
"I hate being here."
Spike said nothing but merely squeezed her hand to show her that he understood. She wrapped her free hand around his upper arm and leaned her head on his shoulder. Spike followed the nurse to where she led them and Buffy's feet somehow fell in sync with his.
They waited in their room for a long time in awkward silence. Things were very rarely awkward between them, but neither of them really knew what to say. Spike, unable to take the silence, broke it.
"It's so strange," he told her with a smirk, "I never thought that this would be me. Not even just with the whole vampire thing. When I was human too, I never really thought ahead so far as to the point where I'd start a family."
"Me either," Buffy told him with a weak smile. "Except, for me, I never thought about children until I became the Slayer. I figured I would die before I ever got the chance to have kids, and even if I didn't die, I figured, 'who would wanna marry a freak like me anyway, right?' It's strange how death makes you think of all the things you'll never have."
"Yeah love," Spike agreed, "I know exactly what you mean."
Buffy looked like she was about to say something but then stopped, and got an expression on her face like she was in deep thought. She then looked at Spike.
"Do you think... do you think it's strange at all that it's particularly you and Angel who are having miracle children. I mean, since you're from the same vamp-family?"
"I never really thought about it much, but, yeah, I guess it's a funny coincidence."
"Okay, but see, that's the thing. I have this tendency to not believe in coincidences. As far as I'm concerned, there is no such thing as a coincidence. It's just the Powers-That-Be messing with us. What if something horrible is going to happen with our baby and Connor, I mean what if-"
Quickly, the vampire stood and grabbed Buffy into a tight embrace. He could feel Buffy's muscles relax as she leaned onto his chest and into his arms, and he could hear her heartbeat slowing. She sighed and nuzzled her face into his shoulder.
"Stop worrying, alright? No point in fretting over what hasn't happened yet. Connor will be fine, and she" he put his hand on Buffy's stomach "will be fine."
Buffy let out a short laugh and looked up at Spike with a slight smile. "You just called it 'she'."
"I know."
"Do you?" She teased.
"I got a hunch," he told her softly into her ear. He kissed her neck and ran his hands smoothly down her arms and took her hands.
"Presto," she mumbled, looking into his deep blue eyes, "no more worries... for now anyway." Pause. "When did you start always knowing just what to say?"
"I always have, love. You just never listened till recently."
They heard a knock on the door and turned around to see the doctor walk in, his white doctor's coat gently bouncing against his legs as he walked. Buffy looked at him from head to toe. He was relatively young, in his very early thirties, Buffy guessed. He had light brown hair, green eyes, and a comforting smile.
"Ms. Summers?" He asked.
"Yes," she replied, "but please, just call me Buffy."
"Nice to meet you," the young doctor said as he shook her hand warmly, "I'm Dr. Levi."
Buffy smiled politely and nodded. Something about this doctor made her feel a strange sense of comfort. She wasn't sure why or where it was coming from, but it was nice to feel comfortable in such a wretched place.
Dr. Levi released Buffy's hand and turned to Spike. "Are you the father?"
The vampire nodded and shook the doctor's hand. "Will."
"Nice to meet you, Will," Dr. Levi said as he shook Spike's hand. When he released it, he looked at his own hand with odd fascination. He then smiled and looked back at Spike.
"Aren't doctors supposed to be the ones with cold hands?"
Spike gave him a half smile and shrugged. "Cold hands, yeah? I get that a lot."
The doctor smiled and turned his attention back to Buffy. "So, this is your first check up, right?"
Buffy nodded, "yeah."
"Alright, and do you know about how many weeks along you are?"
Buffy considered it for a minute. "I'm not exactly sure... seven or eight weeks."
"Okay. Is there any particular reason why you waited so long to see a doctor?"
"There was some... family stuff that had to be taken care of first," Buffy half lied.
The doctor asked a series of questions that Buffy found irrelevant to why she was there. Though the doctor's friendly aura and her little chat with Spike helped, she still want to be in the hospital for any longer than necessary. She answered, as honestly and as briefly as she could, skipping certain information such as the fact her "night job" was to save the world from evil.
They finally got to the physical exam. A whole bunch of poking and prodding that made Buffy want to jump out of her skin. But when that ended, they came to the part she was actually looking forward to. The sonogram.
Dr. Levi squirted a big blob of clearish goo on Buffy's bare stomach. He then pulled over the machine and Spike walked up beside Buffy so that he too could see the screen. He took her hand and she smiled at him, once again feeling that sudden calm she always did when he was around.
Dr. Levi turned on the sonogram and rubbed the rounded part over Buffy's stomach. He studied the image on the screen silently. Buffy looked at it and it took a minute for the fact that that was her baby on the screen to register. When it did, a few tears fell from her eyes and Spike kissed her forehead.
"So everything looks alright then, Doc?" The father-to-be asked. "Nothing... abnormal?"
"Not that I can tell," he said, still distracted by the picture, "any reason in particular that you ask?"
"My family," Buffy answered for Spike, "it has a history of birth defects."
"Well, as far as I can tell, everything looks alright. You look about... I'd say... nine weeks pregnant."
"Nine weeks..." Buffy repeated airily to no one in particular. "I'm nine weeks pregnant."
"Oh, and uh, do you want to know if it's a boy or a girl?"
"You can do that? I mean, without special tests and stuff?"
"Well, it's not one hundred percent, it never is, but I have a pretty good idea from these images."
Buffy looked at Spike and he nodded. "Yes," she said, "we wanna know."
"Well, then, I believe you are going to be having a little girl."
Smile smiled, leaned over and gave Buffy another kiss on the forehead. She could feel a cool tear drop onto her warm skin.
"See?" He mumbled softly. "Told you it was a girl."
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Hey everyone, hope you liked that chapter. It's winter break so I plan on getting up at least two, possibly even three more chapters up over the next few weeks as long as I get computer time. Anyway... KEEP REVIEWING!!!
PS: HAPPY HOLIDAYS EVERYONE!!!