"Mmm.... I don't know if it's the baby talking or if it's really me, but this
pasta is good." Buffy said wrapping the spaghetti around her fork.
"My very own recipe."
"You always have the best ones." She winked.
"Except for the Strawberry Cookies I tried to make last month." He mumbled.
"Hey those were okay." She stressed okay.
"Sure, don't patronize me." He insisted.
"As I said they were okay, they weren't barfworthy."
"And what rates barfworthy on your scale?"
"Call it raspberry and strawberry cake and liver." Riley frowned.
"I'm so tired."
"Don't we have a week left till the baby's supposed to be born?"
"Uh-huh, looks like Joyce wants to be on time." Buffy paused and got this look in her eyes and she froze.
"What's wrong?"
"Or Not. Riley, I think my water just broke."
"Really? Your water.....oh, I better go get the suitcase."
"Yea, you better, I'll just be limping to the car now." She panted.
Buffy started to limp towards the car slowly and she opened the door and slowly got in, foot by foot. Within two minutes, Riley was back with her suitcase and a cooler.
"Cooler?" She whispered painfully.
"When I went to the –"
"Riley, Joyce is on her way, more drive less talk, okay?" She got angry.
"I was just telling you." He muttered and sped up and began to drive to the hospital.
"DOCTOR! WE NEED A DOCTOR NOW!!!! Preferably DOCTOR WEISMAN! MY WIFE IS GOING INTO LABOR!!!!" Riley yelled, letting Buffy prop herself on his arm.
She began to scream and cry and every movement. Joyce wanted out, then.
"Sir, can you fill out some paperwork before we can serve your wife?" A blonde nurse asked him.
"Are you Crazy!?!? My wife is in pain and you want me to fill out paperwork?"
"Good point. What's your wife's name, so we can look her up in our database?"
"Summers-Finn, Buffy."
"Thanks." The nurse went to the desk and picked up the intercom phone. She then said "Dr. Weisman, your patient, a Mrs. Buffy Summers-Finn, has gone into labor, I repeat, she has gone into labor."
Buffy was sleeping as she had been for the last day, sore from the delivery, and just plain tuckered out.
Riley admired his wife's sleeping while he held the baby. Joyce Katherine had Buffy's eyes, mossy green with a hint of hazel. She was pink and she had soft skin which reddened with every touch. She was blanketed in a warm fleece blanket that had been supplied by the hospital.
Buffy began to stir, she stretched her arms and yawned. Buffy looked ahead of her and saw Riley with Joyce. Joyce, their baby, their baby together.
"How is she?" Buffy whispered.
"You're awake." He smiled as he came closer to Buffy.
"How is she?"
"A little tired and hungry. You?"
"Same." Buffy grinned feebly.
"I'll get you some food. Ice Cream good?"
"Uh-huh, absolutely. Have you told the gang?"
"Oh, no, kinda busy with your labor and all that. Here and here." He gave Buffy his cell phone and Joyce. He left the room and went down the stairs to the cafeteria.
Buffy laid Joyce down on the blanket and began to dial. Every number she dialed she cringed. Finally the dialing was over and the ringing started.
RING! She began to sweat, perspiration rolled down her cheeks. RING! It went again. Maybe they weren't home. She cringed again. RING!
"Hello?"
"Will, guess what." Buffy said softly.
"Buffy, you sound horrible, what happened?" Buffy bit her lip.
"Will, Joyce has just been born....."
"My very own recipe."
"You always have the best ones." She winked.
"Except for the Strawberry Cookies I tried to make last month." He mumbled.
"Hey those were okay." She stressed okay.
"Sure, don't patronize me." He insisted.
"As I said they were okay, they weren't barfworthy."
"And what rates barfworthy on your scale?"
"Call it raspberry and strawberry cake and liver." Riley frowned.
"I'm so tired."
"Don't we have a week left till the baby's supposed to be born?"
"Uh-huh, looks like Joyce wants to be on time." Buffy paused and got this look in her eyes and she froze.
"What's wrong?"
"Or Not. Riley, I think my water just broke."
"Really? Your water.....oh, I better go get the suitcase."
"Yea, you better, I'll just be limping to the car now." She panted.
Buffy started to limp towards the car slowly and she opened the door and slowly got in, foot by foot. Within two minutes, Riley was back with her suitcase and a cooler.
"Cooler?" She whispered painfully.
"When I went to the –"
"Riley, Joyce is on her way, more drive less talk, okay?" She got angry.
"I was just telling you." He muttered and sped up and began to drive to the hospital.
"DOCTOR! WE NEED A DOCTOR NOW!!!! Preferably DOCTOR WEISMAN! MY WIFE IS GOING INTO LABOR!!!!" Riley yelled, letting Buffy prop herself on his arm.
She began to scream and cry and every movement. Joyce wanted out, then.
"Sir, can you fill out some paperwork before we can serve your wife?" A blonde nurse asked him.
"Are you Crazy!?!? My wife is in pain and you want me to fill out paperwork?"
"Good point. What's your wife's name, so we can look her up in our database?"
"Summers-Finn, Buffy."
"Thanks." The nurse went to the desk and picked up the intercom phone. She then said "Dr. Weisman, your patient, a Mrs. Buffy Summers-Finn, has gone into labor, I repeat, she has gone into labor."
Buffy was sleeping as she had been for the last day, sore from the delivery, and just plain tuckered out.
Riley admired his wife's sleeping while he held the baby. Joyce Katherine had Buffy's eyes, mossy green with a hint of hazel. She was pink and she had soft skin which reddened with every touch. She was blanketed in a warm fleece blanket that had been supplied by the hospital.
Buffy began to stir, she stretched her arms and yawned. Buffy looked ahead of her and saw Riley with Joyce. Joyce, their baby, their baby together.
"How is she?" Buffy whispered.
"You're awake." He smiled as he came closer to Buffy.
"How is she?"
"A little tired and hungry. You?"
"Same." Buffy grinned feebly.
"I'll get you some food. Ice Cream good?"
"Uh-huh, absolutely. Have you told the gang?"
"Oh, no, kinda busy with your labor and all that. Here and here." He gave Buffy his cell phone and Joyce. He left the room and went down the stairs to the cafeteria.
Buffy laid Joyce down on the blanket and began to dial. Every number she dialed she cringed. Finally the dialing was over and the ringing started.
RING! She began to sweat, perspiration rolled down her cheeks. RING! It went again. Maybe they weren't home. She cringed again. RING!
"Hello?"
"Will, guess what." Buffy said softly.
"Buffy, you sound horrible, what happened?" Buffy bit her lip.
"Will, Joyce has just been born....."