I know this is EXTREMELY short, but due to plotline reasons, it had to be like this.
Also, I needed to get a chapter out. So after an hour or roleplaying, we came up with this. Please forgive me for the shortness, but I promise it will be made up in the upcoming chapters. :)
Disclaimer: I am not Joss Whedon. I am not affiliated with Mutant Enemy. Therefore, what would cause anyone to assume that these fine characters are mine? (read as: not my characters! Don't sue!)
Wesley laughed softly and bit into the taco, his eyes still on her as she ate. She was so dainty, even with the amount of weight she had gained with the baby, that it was quite a show to watch her eat. Not that he didn't just love it, of course.
Fred caught Wesley looking at her and smiled at him, apologetically. As if it were her fault she felt the need to eat every couple of hours. She felt like a pig, even though she knew it was normal. Still, she felt a little uneasy
He smiled back at her, and wondered why she looked so guilty and uncomfortable-''Do you need anything love?'' He asked her.
She dropped the smile. "No. No I'm fine. Me, who's all…big and, and cow like. " She pouted cutely.
He wasn't sure how to reply to this. To agree would surely be the death of him. ''Darling, you're a very beautiful woman and you know it. Its not like it isn't normal to gain weight when you're pregnant. '' He reached out and ran his hand over her stomach. ''And don't you go denying yourself of anything, like some of those women do, just to lose weight. You want our child to be beautiful and healthy, don't you?''
Fred nodded, smiling down at her belly. "I don't know how I'd manage my life without you," she cooed, putting town her nearly finished taco and holding out her arms to be hugged.
Wes hugged her to his chest. ''I would surely perish without you.'' he agreed, stroking her hair. He closed his eyes for a moment and kissed her neck. He allowed himself for a moment to think of his past relationships. There were only two; Amy, in high school, and more recently Lilah. Lilah would have never allowed him to hold her like this. But in his own way, he had loved her. On occasion, he would go down to the file room and attempt to burn her contract, maybe cast a spell, but in never worked. Lately he hadn't thought about it, till now. After a moment or two he banished the thought from his mind and his mind went back to Fred
"I know it's silly to think so, but I can't explain in words how much it makes me feel better to know you...approve..." she made little finger quotation marks here, "of all this..." she sighed happily. "Shouldn't we be working or something?" she commented offhandedly a moment later.
''You, are officially on maternity leave, because I just cant let you sleep in that office during the day if you need rest. As for me, I only work from now on when Angel really needs the help.'' he said in his Wes Matter-Of-Factly tone.
She frowned. "But Wesley, what am I supposed to do when I get bored? She asked, suddenly upset by her fiancé's decision.
''Darling, I wont be gone much of the time. Maybe, at the most, a few hours a week. And then... I shall give you my credit cards and you can shop or...or order things out of magazines. Whatever you want. I promise, it wont be that long, if at all.'' He said, kissing her cheek lightly, hoping it would make everything all better.
"But that's no fun!" she argued. "Money doesn't equal happiness, blah blah blah... can't I at LEAST go to the office with you? Help with research or something? Eating and spending money is not a fun way to live," she sighed. Was she going to have to pull tears this time?
He hesitated. ''I...suppose that would be all right. I mean, its not like you'd be tiring yourself out too much.'' he nodded. ''Yes, that's fine. But if I see one tiny ounce of tiredness I shall send you straight to bed.'' he said with mock sternness.
Instantly the irritation and anger disappeared from her face and she smiled happily, her face lighting up like being allowed to go to the office - which was NOT a particularly fun task to begin with - was a Christmas gift she'd always wanted. "Thank you," she said appreciatively, finishing off her taco.
He loved making her happy. It was always something that it seemed he could do so easily. Wes loved the glow that just radiated off of her when she was happy or excited about something. He would never get tired of making her happy.'' All right. Now that you've eaten, maybe you could take a nap, you look a bit tired, then perhaps afterwards you'd like to rent some movies or something?'' He suggested.
"At this rate, I'm going to be spoiled rotten and never want to go to work again," she smirked. She was only half joking of course. She loved her direct coworkers... that is, to say, the band of...well, men, with Cordy out of the picture for the time being, known as Angel Investigations. "Movies and food, and office time... Wesley you've made a brat out of me," she said with a little yawn.
Wes shrugged his shoulders. ''That's okay. I've always wanted to spoil you. You deserve to be spoiled. And you couldn't be a brat if you tried.'' he stood up and took her tray, starting towards the door.
Fred pouted. "Don't worry about the tray... I'm not so big yet that I can't get up and take my own dishes into the kitchen. Why don't you take a break with me? We can watch a movie or something, take a nice nap together? Or, given the time, got o bed? Then in the morning we can go to work!" she exclaimed happily.
''I like doing things for you. And of course we can take a nap together.'' he said, and left the room with the tray. He came back and sat down beside her, kicking off his shoes and setting them by her bed.
She nestled up close to him as best she could. Poor Fred had been exhausted, but being as strong-willed as she was, she'd never admit defeat to anything. Having Wes with her, though, made her feel safer. "Luvoo," she mumbled, clearly trying to become comfortable so she could sleep.
''I love you too, Fred.'' he whispered, waiting until she fell asleep, then he would sleep. He wanted her comfort and happiness to be before his own, only then would he be truly happy.
After a moment, she fell asleep; her last thoughts were, strangely, worrying about drooling on Wesley's shoulder.
When he saw that she was sleeping comfortably, he closed his eyes and attempted to sleep as well. And for once in their lives, which, given the activity demanded my their lin of work seemed longer than they were, everything seemed to be going according to plan. Wesley wished he had a camera to capture their lives at this moment; nothing, it seemed, could ruin it now.
Ahhh, if you're reading this, I have a feeling you're going to get a kick out of the next chapter. It's not actually in the works yet, but give me a week and it'll be a couple of pages long. Many ideas, MUCH Fresleyness. And, perhaps, a little more of Wesley.