A/N Sorry for the huge delay in updates.I have been out of the country for
ages, but rest assured, normality is again resumed.
Thanks to Mercy, as always.a great beta, and a better friend.
Chapter 32.
Buffy awoke to the sound of shuffling, she held her breath and tried her hardest not to move, as she attempted to pinpoint the sound. As she slipped back into the world of the awake realization dawned. These were the shuffling sounds of a small person, a small Molly sized person to be precise. Buffy stretched out in Dawn's bed and rolled over to face the direction of the tiny intruder. She opened her eyes to find the young girl's face no more than 2 inches from hers.
"Daddy snores!" She exclaimed in a very matter of fact manner, before clambering over Buffy's sleepy body and sneaking under the covers.
Buffy pulled the duvet back up and let her eyes close, drawing her into a peaceful slumber again. Somehow the tiny form of the five-year-old girl, seemed to be capable of taking up almost all of the bed. She was glad Dawn had stayed with Lindsay again, or else she figured she would be on the floor by now. Eventually she drifted back to sleep.
"Buffy!" She was roused again by her name being whispered, increasingly louder.
"Mmm," Buffy mumbled back.
"Are you awake?"
She rolled over to face her late night guest, to be faced by a big beaming smile.
"What do you want to be when you are a grown up?" Molly quizzed.
Resisting the temptation to say 'asleep', she said the first thing that came to mind.
"A mommy," she whispered back, this seemed to satisfy her curiosity.
"Night Molly." She murmured as sleep took grip again.
"Buffy!" Molly whispered, while gently prodding the 'now pretending to be asleep' blonde girl beside her.
"Are you awake?"
Buffy had to smile to herself.
"Yes Molly!"
"I want to be a cyclist," the girl continued, with a determined look on her face.
This grabbed Buffy's attention, she would have expected her to say a princess, a fairy or something like that.
"Really? That's unusual. Can you ride a bicycle then?" She asked the excitable child. Molly stared back at her, a very confused expression written on her face.
"Duhhh!" She said as she slapped Buffy on the forehead, "Why would I need to do that to be a cyclist, you're silly Buffy!" She giggled.
"Erm Ok, guess I am, night then," she said before drawing the duvet up to her ears, secretly hoping the conversation was over.
"Daddy said if Mummy had a better cyclist, then she wouldn't have been sick." She continued.
It all fell into place, and Buffy couldn't help but suppress a giggle.
"You mean psychiatrist Molly, not cyclist," she smiled as she gave the little one a squeeze. "And that's a very worthwhile job."
Before long sleep had caught hold of her again. It had been an extremely stressful last few weeks, and she was verging on exhaustion. Smiling gently in her sleep, she was suddenly aware of a distant noise.
"Buffy!"
Sharp little fingers jabbed her in the ribs.
"Mmmm"
"Are you awake?"
"Huh?"
"Can I have a hamster?"
"Yup."
"Buffy!"
"Yes!"
"Are you awake?" Buffy paused before answering.
"No!"
"Oh, okay then, night!"
And with that the bedroom intruder finally closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep. Buffy smiled to herself, this motherhood stuff wasn't so hard after all, she just had to learn the little tricks.
She was deep in sleep, engrossed in one of those dreams you have when you are so tired nothing seems real anyway. There were elves definitely, a handsome hero, and..well the Double Meat Palace actually, but you can't control your dreams can you. She struggled to remember the details, to get back to her dream, but she was being pulled out of it again.
"Buffy!"
"Yes you can have a hamster!" She blurted out, as she stared bleary eyed at her awakener.
Spike raised an eyebrow, before placing a kiss on her cheek. "Thanks love, but I'd rather have a shag!" He grinned before pulling her into a tight embrace. "Actually I wanted to see if you were gonna get up for lunch, Molly is helping Faith in the kitchen."
Buffy shook her head to try and shift the sleepiness that lay there. Glancing at the clock, she saw it was already almost two in the afternoon. She had slept through half the day. She snuggled her head into Spike chest and breathed in his scent, he had that freshly showered, clean smell about him, and she loved it. He ran his hands gently through her hair, before pulling her head up to his. He held her for a few moments, just taking in the sight of her, before he drew her towards him, softly brushing his lips across hers.
"Morning sexy!" She whispered as she ran her hands up over his chest, "mmm this is my kind of wake up call!"
They were disturbed by a series of loud crashes coming from the direction of the kitchen, followed by a stream of expletives bad enough to turn the air blue. Spike head flew up as Molly came crashing into the room.
"Daddy, Daddy! Auntie Faith killed the macaroni, and she said the 'F word'!"
She was followed by a very apologetic Faith, covered in what could only be described as 'ex' macaroni cheese, the remnants of which were hanging from her hair.
"Hey guys, erm, so B you fancy pizza?" She began rather sheepishly. Buffy stifled a laugh.
"How's the cooking going Faith?" Spike asked, eyebrows raised. "How exactly do you kill macaroni?" He loved to tease her and watch her squirm.
Faith shifted awkwardly from foot to foot, and shot a quick glare in Molly's direction. Molly simply grinned back before skipping out of the room.
"Yeah, funny thing about that." She began waiting for the little girl to exit the room. "She did it!" She continued, "It was all going super cool, I mean we were totally cooking, know what I mean, and I kinda got distracted, and then.macaroni go boom!"
Spike fell back onto the bed laughing his head off.
"Hey it's not funny! She said I would be a good mommy, like her other friends mommy's, I mean that macaroni just had to die!"
Buffy leant over and plucked a stray piece of macaroni from her friend's hair.
"Not getting clucky are we Faith?" She teased.
Faith jumped up, "So pizza all round then, cool, I'll just go phone through!"
Thanks to Mercy, as always.a great beta, and a better friend.
Chapter 32.
Buffy awoke to the sound of shuffling, she held her breath and tried her hardest not to move, as she attempted to pinpoint the sound. As she slipped back into the world of the awake realization dawned. These were the shuffling sounds of a small person, a small Molly sized person to be precise. Buffy stretched out in Dawn's bed and rolled over to face the direction of the tiny intruder. She opened her eyes to find the young girl's face no more than 2 inches from hers.
"Daddy snores!" She exclaimed in a very matter of fact manner, before clambering over Buffy's sleepy body and sneaking under the covers.
Buffy pulled the duvet back up and let her eyes close, drawing her into a peaceful slumber again. Somehow the tiny form of the five-year-old girl, seemed to be capable of taking up almost all of the bed. She was glad Dawn had stayed with Lindsay again, or else she figured she would be on the floor by now. Eventually she drifted back to sleep.
"Buffy!" She was roused again by her name being whispered, increasingly louder.
"Mmm," Buffy mumbled back.
"Are you awake?"
She rolled over to face her late night guest, to be faced by a big beaming smile.
"What do you want to be when you are a grown up?" Molly quizzed.
Resisting the temptation to say 'asleep', she said the first thing that came to mind.
"A mommy," she whispered back, this seemed to satisfy her curiosity.
"Night Molly." She murmured as sleep took grip again.
"Buffy!" Molly whispered, while gently prodding the 'now pretending to be asleep' blonde girl beside her.
"Are you awake?"
Buffy had to smile to herself.
"Yes Molly!"
"I want to be a cyclist," the girl continued, with a determined look on her face.
This grabbed Buffy's attention, she would have expected her to say a princess, a fairy or something like that.
"Really? That's unusual. Can you ride a bicycle then?" She asked the excitable child. Molly stared back at her, a very confused expression written on her face.
"Duhhh!" She said as she slapped Buffy on the forehead, "Why would I need to do that to be a cyclist, you're silly Buffy!" She giggled.
"Erm Ok, guess I am, night then," she said before drawing the duvet up to her ears, secretly hoping the conversation was over.
"Daddy said if Mummy had a better cyclist, then she wouldn't have been sick." She continued.
It all fell into place, and Buffy couldn't help but suppress a giggle.
"You mean psychiatrist Molly, not cyclist," she smiled as she gave the little one a squeeze. "And that's a very worthwhile job."
Before long sleep had caught hold of her again. It had been an extremely stressful last few weeks, and she was verging on exhaustion. Smiling gently in her sleep, she was suddenly aware of a distant noise.
"Buffy!"
Sharp little fingers jabbed her in the ribs.
"Mmmm"
"Are you awake?"
"Huh?"
"Can I have a hamster?"
"Yup."
"Buffy!"
"Yes!"
"Are you awake?" Buffy paused before answering.
"No!"
"Oh, okay then, night!"
And with that the bedroom intruder finally closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep. Buffy smiled to herself, this motherhood stuff wasn't so hard after all, she just had to learn the little tricks.
She was deep in sleep, engrossed in one of those dreams you have when you are so tired nothing seems real anyway. There were elves definitely, a handsome hero, and..well the Double Meat Palace actually, but you can't control your dreams can you. She struggled to remember the details, to get back to her dream, but she was being pulled out of it again.
"Buffy!"
"Yes you can have a hamster!" She blurted out, as she stared bleary eyed at her awakener.
Spike raised an eyebrow, before placing a kiss on her cheek. "Thanks love, but I'd rather have a shag!" He grinned before pulling her into a tight embrace. "Actually I wanted to see if you were gonna get up for lunch, Molly is helping Faith in the kitchen."
Buffy shook her head to try and shift the sleepiness that lay there. Glancing at the clock, she saw it was already almost two in the afternoon. She had slept through half the day. She snuggled her head into Spike chest and breathed in his scent, he had that freshly showered, clean smell about him, and she loved it. He ran his hands gently through her hair, before pulling her head up to his. He held her for a few moments, just taking in the sight of her, before he drew her towards him, softly brushing his lips across hers.
"Morning sexy!" She whispered as she ran her hands up over his chest, "mmm this is my kind of wake up call!"
They were disturbed by a series of loud crashes coming from the direction of the kitchen, followed by a stream of expletives bad enough to turn the air blue. Spike head flew up as Molly came crashing into the room.
"Daddy, Daddy! Auntie Faith killed the macaroni, and she said the 'F word'!"
She was followed by a very apologetic Faith, covered in what could only be described as 'ex' macaroni cheese, the remnants of which were hanging from her hair.
"Hey guys, erm, so B you fancy pizza?" She began rather sheepishly. Buffy stifled a laugh.
"How's the cooking going Faith?" Spike asked, eyebrows raised. "How exactly do you kill macaroni?" He loved to tease her and watch her squirm.
Faith shifted awkwardly from foot to foot, and shot a quick glare in Molly's direction. Molly simply grinned back before skipping out of the room.
"Yeah, funny thing about that." She began waiting for the little girl to exit the room. "She did it!" She continued, "It was all going super cool, I mean we were totally cooking, know what I mean, and I kinda got distracted, and then.macaroni go boom!"
Spike fell back onto the bed laughing his head off.
"Hey it's not funny! She said I would be a good mommy, like her other friends mommy's, I mean that macaroni just had to die!"
Buffy leant over and plucked a stray piece of macaroni from her friend's hair.
"Not getting clucky are we Faith?" She teased.
Faith jumped up, "So pizza all round then, cool, I'll just go phone through!"