I know it's been a while since I updated. Writer's block sucks and the way
they've written Angel lately hasn't helped. Until tonight. As always, I own
nothing but the story itself.
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Buffy had actually taken the news about her new watcher rather well. After Giles had explained that the council needed Spike's knowledge and that Spike wasn't really the boss of her. He and Spike had already had this discussion and had come up with a way of explaining that she wouldn't object to. With that acknowledgement she had simply smiled, kissed Giles and thanks him for her check and informed Spike he was going with her for her check up so that he could take her shopping after and she could practice being rich. He had only agreed to go shopping because he had a purchase he needed to make in the near future and he thought he might be able to get her opinion without her knowing exactly what he was asking for.
Spike paced outside the doctor's office. He couldn't stand one more minute in there. Not exactly the most man friendly of places. How did he ever let Buffy talk him into going with her? He could have just hung out at the hotel and waited for her there. Nope, she had insisted he come along. Thank god he had been able to stand his ground about going in with her. The whelp was right. There are just some things a man shouldn't have to know about and those posters on the walls were just a little too much information. He had seen the female body, just never laid out quite like that.
2 hours later
Spike was still pacing outside when the door finally opened and she emerged. The smile on her face said it was good news.
"Bout bloody time!"
"Spike, doctor's offices never see people on time. I think it's even in their Hippocratic Oath or something." She winked at him and handed him a bag. "Vitamins. He says I should start taking them."
"These are prenatal vitamins luv. Something you need to tell me about that test this morning?" He tried to hide the hope swelling deep within his chest.
"Nope, not yet. He said they might help move it along a little faster. Kind of give my body a jump start you know." They were now walking arm in arm towards the car.
"So you're all ready to start baking huh." He placed his hand over her flat belly. "Everythin's in workin' order?"
Placing her hand over his she leaned on him.
"Yep, I'm in perfect health according to Dr. Harris. He said it was just the wrong time of the month is all. He said we can get one of those kits to see when I'm ovulating so we'll know just when to do it."
"I don't need some bloody kit to tell me when to make love to my. . girl." He almost said wife. Can't let the cat out of the bag just yet. This had to be planned and carried out perfectly.
"I thought you might think that. I told him we would just let it happen." He leaned down and kissed her. "Now, how bout we go and spend an obscene amount of money replacing my wardrobe."
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Spike sat on a bench. Covered in boxes and bags. His platinum hair was the only thing showing as it peaked just above the top of the stack. Luckily he had managed to get her through the jewelers. She had eyed a particular set of rings with that dreamy childhood fantasy look and then moved on to the earrings. Watching her he was reminded of a hunter stalking from one territory to the next. While she had gone on to her next quarry he had returned to the jewelers and obtained the reason he had allowed himself to be subjected to the nightmare of all men. Shopping at the mall.
By the time they had returned to the hotel it was quiet and dark. Everyone had turned in so they quietly made their way upstairs. Spike had convinced her that the boxes and packages would make too much noise and wake everyone, he would bring them up in the elevator in the morning.
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"No! No! You can't be serious!" Spike was thrashing around and pulling at Buffy.
"Spike, wake up!" Buffy shook him and patted his face. He was clammy and breathing hard.
"Buffy? You're here. Oh thank god." He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to him kissing the top of her head.
"Of course I'm here. Where else would I be?" She leaned back, kissed him chastely and settled back into his arms.
"Oi, luv, I had the worst nightmare. I was stuck working for Peaches and we found you in Rome. You had dumped me for the Immortal." He could feel his skin crawl at the thought.
"The Immortal? Do I dare ask?"
"This bloke from my William the Bloody days. Terrible git." His possessive hold growing tighter. No bloody way in hell he's gonna get my girl.
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Buffy had actually taken the news about her new watcher rather well. After Giles had explained that the council needed Spike's knowledge and that Spike wasn't really the boss of her. He and Spike had already had this discussion and had come up with a way of explaining that she wouldn't object to. With that acknowledgement she had simply smiled, kissed Giles and thanks him for her check and informed Spike he was going with her for her check up so that he could take her shopping after and she could practice being rich. He had only agreed to go shopping because he had a purchase he needed to make in the near future and he thought he might be able to get her opinion without her knowing exactly what he was asking for.
Spike paced outside the doctor's office. He couldn't stand one more minute in there. Not exactly the most man friendly of places. How did he ever let Buffy talk him into going with her? He could have just hung out at the hotel and waited for her there. Nope, she had insisted he come along. Thank god he had been able to stand his ground about going in with her. The whelp was right. There are just some things a man shouldn't have to know about and those posters on the walls were just a little too much information. He had seen the female body, just never laid out quite like that.
2 hours later
Spike was still pacing outside when the door finally opened and she emerged. The smile on her face said it was good news.
"Bout bloody time!"
"Spike, doctor's offices never see people on time. I think it's even in their Hippocratic Oath or something." She winked at him and handed him a bag. "Vitamins. He says I should start taking them."
"These are prenatal vitamins luv. Something you need to tell me about that test this morning?" He tried to hide the hope swelling deep within his chest.
"Nope, not yet. He said they might help move it along a little faster. Kind of give my body a jump start you know." They were now walking arm in arm towards the car.
"So you're all ready to start baking huh." He placed his hand over her flat belly. "Everythin's in workin' order?"
Placing her hand over his she leaned on him.
"Yep, I'm in perfect health according to Dr. Harris. He said it was just the wrong time of the month is all. He said we can get one of those kits to see when I'm ovulating so we'll know just when to do it."
"I don't need some bloody kit to tell me when to make love to my. . girl." He almost said wife. Can't let the cat out of the bag just yet. This had to be planned and carried out perfectly.
"I thought you might think that. I told him we would just let it happen." He leaned down and kissed her. "Now, how bout we go and spend an obscene amount of money replacing my wardrobe."
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Spike sat on a bench. Covered in boxes and bags. His platinum hair was the only thing showing as it peaked just above the top of the stack. Luckily he had managed to get her through the jewelers. She had eyed a particular set of rings with that dreamy childhood fantasy look and then moved on to the earrings. Watching her he was reminded of a hunter stalking from one territory to the next. While she had gone on to her next quarry he had returned to the jewelers and obtained the reason he had allowed himself to be subjected to the nightmare of all men. Shopping at the mall.
By the time they had returned to the hotel it was quiet and dark. Everyone had turned in so they quietly made their way upstairs. Spike had convinced her that the boxes and packages would make too much noise and wake everyone, he would bring them up in the elevator in the morning.
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"No! No! You can't be serious!" Spike was thrashing around and pulling at Buffy.
"Spike, wake up!" Buffy shook him and patted his face. He was clammy and breathing hard.
"Buffy? You're here. Oh thank god." He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to him kissing the top of her head.
"Of course I'm here. Where else would I be?" She leaned back, kissed him chastely and settled back into his arms.
"Oi, luv, I had the worst nightmare. I was stuck working for Peaches and we found you in Rome. You had dumped me for the Immortal." He could feel his skin crawl at the thought.
"The Immortal? Do I dare ask?"
"This bloke from my William the Bloody days. Terrible git." His possessive hold growing tighter. No bloody way in hell he's gonna get my girl.
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