Chapter Forty-Seven: The World Around Me Changes
"Time to wake up," Spike said, coming into Buffy's room with a tray.
"Go away," Buffy said, pulling the covers over her head.
"Come on," Spike said, setting the tray down and pulling the blankets off of her head. "You need to eat something."
Buffy opened one eye and looked at what Spike had brought in, "Did you make that?"
"No," Spike said. "Red did." Buffy nodded in relief, took her breakfast and began to eat. "We got the Bit off to school and Red's gone to class so it's just you and me."
"Don't even think." Buffy started to say.
""We'll shag later," Spike snapped. "Right now I'm telling you what Red and I decided while you were asleep."
"What was that?" Buffy asked, eyeing him suspiciously.
"The cheerleader was right," Spike said. "There's no room to breathe in here anymore so Red's moving out."
"You told her to leave?" Buffy asked angrily. "You had no right to do that."
"Calm down," Spike said. "It was Red's idea."
"Willow wants to leave?" Buffy asked, hurt.
"She didn't want to say anything before but now that things are settling down around here she wants to move out."
"Why?" Buffy asked. Willow hadn't seemed unhappy so why was she leaving.
"She and Glinda are shacking up," Spike explained.
"I didn't realize that they were.." Buffy felt terrible. She had been so wrapped up in her own problems that she hadn't realized the extent of Willow and Tara's reconciliation.
"Oh yeah," Spike said. "So with Red leaving that frees up a room. We'll move in there and this," He gestured to Buffy's room, "Can get turned into a nursery."
"My room?" Buffy said.
"We can get everything moved when Red leaves," Spike told her. "Then as soon as we have this room cleared out we can start getting it ready for our son."
Buffy hesitated. She didn't want to move out of her room. It had been hers ever since she had moved to Sunnydale and moving out of her room and into her mother's room meant that she was truly growing up and taking the place of her mother in the house. She just didn't feel that she was ready to do that.
Spike sighed. He knew what she was thinking and he understood. He moved her tray off the bed and sat down on the bed and pulled her into his arms, letting her head rest on his chest. "Come on luv," He said. He took the ultrasound picture off of her bedside table and held it so that they could both look at it. "This little guy deserves to have his own room ready and waiting for him when he's born."
Buffy nodded, "He does," She agreed and her words were confirmed when she felt the baby move. She put her hand and her stomach, trying to see if the movement could be felt from the outside. She was rewarded by feeling a slight motion under her hand. She quickly grabbed Spike's hand and placed it on her stomach.
"What the." Spike said. His eyes widened. He looked down at Buffy's stomach and than at her face, "Is that?"
Buffy nodded, "That's the baby."
"Bloody hell," Spike said in amazement. He ran his hand over Buffy's stomach, hoping to feel another kick. After a few minutes the baby kicked again. "Hey, he did it again," Spike said.
"I'm aware of that," Buffy said.
Spike ignored her sarcasm, "Has he done that before?"
Buffy shook her head, "No, I've felt some movement but nothing that anyone else could feel, this is the first real kick that I've felt."
"Is he going to do it again?" Spike asked.
Buffy rolled her eyes, "Yes, he's going to be doing a lot of kicking from now on." She shifted position on the bed as the baby stopped kicking but continued to move.
"You okay?" Spike asked.
"Fine," Buffy told him. "He's stopped kicking but he's still moving."
Spike tried to feel the baby moving but he wasn't able to, "I'll take your word for it," He said. He glanced around the room, "So how about we start getting this room ready for him?"
Buffy sighed. She wasn't going to fight him on this. He was right in that the baby did need a place to sleep, "When's Willow going to move in with Tara?" She asked.
"I think they were going to go and look and some places today," Spike said. "So as soon as Red moves out we can start moving and decorating."
"Any ideas?" Buffy asked. "You're the one who ate the interior decorator."
"I see." Spike said. "Blood red walls."
"No," Buffy said. "Not red walls." She thought for a minute. "When Dawn was born her room was done in pink."
"Forget it," Spike said. "My son is not having pink walls."
"Fine," Buffy said. "You're the one who had a little brother. What color was Charles's room?"
Spike thought back, trying to remember, "Mother decorated the room in blue tones. It was just coming into fashion that blue was for boys so that was the theme for the nursery. The twins shared a room until Charles died. After that Mother and my uncle didn't see any need for redecorating."
"So you want to follow tradition and decorate this room in blue?"
Spike eyed her, "Since when have we followed tradition?"
"Good point," Buffy said. "So we're back where we started from, with no idea how to decorate our son's room."
Spike hesitated and then said, "I saw something that I think would work." He pulled out a catalog page.
Buffy looked at it, "I think that'll work."
The page showed a room done in soft blue wallpaper with glow-in-the dark stars all over it. There was a white crib with sheets and blankets done in the same pattern as the wallpaper. There were even shelves with the brackets looking like stars and moons.
"You like it?" Spike asked.
"Yeah I do," Buffy said. "I think it's appropriate for the son of a Slayer and a Vampire."
"Good," Spike said. He put his hand back on Buffy's stomach. "What do you think?" He felt a kick. He looked back at Buffy, "I'd say he likes it."
"Ow," Buffy said shifting position as the baby's hard kicks continued. "I'd hate to see what would happen if he hated it."
"He'd let you know," Spike said. Then he leaned over and planted a sizzling kiss on her lips.
"Spike," Buffy gasped, pushing him away. "No."
"Why resist?" Spike asked. "It's so much easier when you stop fighting what you and I both know you want."
"No, I don't want." Buffy tried to say, cursing he hormones as her body began to respond to Spike's.
"Yes you do," Spike told her.
Before she realized what was happening she was swept away until everything was forgotten but the feel of Spike's body on hers.
Afterwards she lay back, curled against Spike as he played with her hair. She shut her eyes, trying to fight the contentment she felt. "What is happening here?" She asked.
"If you haven't figured that out than I'm doing something wrong," Spike said.
"No," Buffy said. "What am I feeling right now? What is it and is it real?"
"'Fraid I don't follow you, pet," Spike answered.
"I'm supposed to hate you," Buffy said. "So why don't I?" She sat up and looked at Spike. "I don't hate you at all. I don't know what I feel for you."
"Love?" Spike suggested, hardly daring to hope.
Buffy shook her head, "I don't know. I just know that when I thought that I was going to lose you I realized that you mean more to me than I realized, that I didn't want to lose you." She tried to find the right words. "And not just because of Dawn and our baby." She took a deep breath, "I need you, more than you know."
"I know," Spike said, quietly. "Because I need you just as much, probably even more." He pulled her down into his arms and gently kissed her. She kissed him back and they began their dance. This time was different than any other time. This time they were trying to tell the other that they were needed, that they didn't want to be without each other.
"Time to wake up," Spike said, coming into Buffy's room with a tray.
"Go away," Buffy said, pulling the covers over her head.
"Come on," Spike said, setting the tray down and pulling the blankets off of her head. "You need to eat something."
Buffy opened one eye and looked at what Spike had brought in, "Did you make that?"
"No," Spike said. "Red did." Buffy nodded in relief, took her breakfast and began to eat. "We got the Bit off to school and Red's gone to class so it's just you and me."
"Don't even think." Buffy started to say.
""We'll shag later," Spike snapped. "Right now I'm telling you what Red and I decided while you were asleep."
"What was that?" Buffy asked, eyeing him suspiciously.
"The cheerleader was right," Spike said. "There's no room to breathe in here anymore so Red's moving out."
"You told her to leave?" Buffy asked angrily. "You had no right to do that."
"Calm down," Spike said. "It was Red's idea."
"Willow wants to leave?" Buffy asked, hurt.
"She didn't want to say anything before but now that things are settling down around here she wants to move out."
"Why?" Buffy asked. Willow hadn't seemed unhappy so why was she leaving.
"She and Glinda are shacking up," Spike explained.
"I didn't realize that they were.." Buffy felt terrible. She had been so wrapped up in her own problems that she hadn't realized the extent of Willow and Tara's reconciliation.
"Oh yeah," Spike said. "So with Red leaving that frees up a room. We'll move in there and this," He gestured to Buffy's room, "Can get turned into a nursery."
"My room?" Buffy said.
"We can get everything moved when Red leaves," Spike told her. "Then as soon as we have this room cleared out we can start getting it ready for our son."
Buffy hesitated. She didn't want to move out of her room. It had been hers ever since she had moved to Sunnydale and moving out of her room and into her mother's room meant that she was truly growing up and taking the place of her mother in the house. She just didn't feel that she was ready to do that.
Spike sighed. He knew what she was thinking and he understood. He moved her tray off the bed and sat down on the bed and pulled her into his arms, letting her head rest on his chest. "Come on luv," He said. He took the ultrasound picture off of her bedside table and held it so that they could both look at it. "This little guy deserves to have his own room ready and waiting for him when he's born."
Buffy nodded, "He does," She agreed and her words were confirmed when she felt the baby move. She put her hand and her stomach, trying to see if the movement could be felt from the outside. She was rewarded by feeling a slight motion under her hand. She quickly grabbed Spike's hand and placed it on her stomach.
"What the." Spike said. His eyes widened. He looked down at Buffy's stomach and than at her face, "Is that?"
Buffy nodded, "That's the baby."
"Bloody hell," Spike said in amazement. He ran his hand over Buffy's stomach, hoping to feel another kick. After a few minutes the baby kicked again. "Hey, he did it again," Spike said.
"I'm aware of that," Buffy said.
Spike ignored her sarcasm, "Has he done that before?"
Buffy shook her head, "No, I've felt some movement but nothing that anyone else could feel, this is the first real kick that I've felt."
"Is he going to do it again?" Spike asked.
Buffy rolled her eyes, "Yes, he's going to be doing a lot of kicking from now on." She shifted position on the bed as the baby stopped kicking but continued to move.
"You okay?" Spike asked.
"Fine," Buffy told him. "He's stopped kicking but he's still moving."
Spike tried to feel the baby moving but he wasn't able to, "I'll take your word for it," He said. He glanced around the room, "So how about we start getting this room ready for him?"
Buffy sighed. She wasn't going to fight him on this. He was right in that the baby did need a place to sleep, "When's Willow going to move in with Tara?" She asked.
"I think they were going to go and look and some places today," Spike said. "So as soon as Red moves out we can start moving and decorating."
"Any ideas?" Buffy asked. "You're the one who ate the interior decorator."
"I see." Spike said. "Blood red walls."
"No," Buffy said. "Not red walls." She thought for a minute. "When Dawn was born her room was done in pink."
"Forget it," Spike said. "My son is not having pink walls."
"Fine," Buffy said. "You're the one who had a little brother. What color was Charles's room?"
Spike thought back, trying to remember, "Mother decorated the room in blue tones. It was just coming into fashion that blue was for boys so that was the theme for the nursery. The twins shared a room until Charles died. After that Mother and my uncle didn't see any need for redecorating."
"So you want to follow tradition and decorate this room in blue?"
Spike eyed her, "Since when have we followed tradition?"
"Good point," Buffy said. "So we're back where we started from, with no idea how to decorate our son's room."
Spike hesitated and then said, "I saw something that I think would work." He pulled out a catalog page.
Buffy looked at it, "I think that'll work."
The page showed a room done in soft blue wallpaper with glow-in-the dark stars all over it. There was a white crib with sheets and blankets done in the same pattern as the wallpaper. There were even shelves with the brackets looking like stars and moons.
"You like it?" Spike asked.
"Yeah I do," Buffy said. "I think it's appropriate for the son of a Slayer and a Vampire."
"Good," Spike said. He put his hand back on Buffy's stomach. "What do you think?" He felt a kick. He looked back at Buffy, "I'd say he likes it."
"Ow," Buffy said shifting position as the baby's hard kicks continued. "I'd hate to see what would happen if he hated it."
"He'd let you know," Spike said. Then he leaned over and planted a sizzling kiss on her lips.
"Spike," Buffy gasped, pushing him away. "No."
"Why resist?" Spike asked. "It's so much easier when you stop fighting what you and I both know you want."
"No, I don't want." Buffy tried to say, cursing he hormones as her body began to respond to Spike's.
"Yes you do," Spike told her.
Before she realized what was happening she was swept away until everything was forgotten but the feel of Spike's body on hers.
Afterwards she lay back, curled against Spike as he played with her hair. She shut her eyes, trying to fight the contentment she felt. "What is happening here?" She asked.
"If you haven't figured that out than I'm doing something wrong," Spike said.
"No," Buffy said. "What am I feeling right now? What is it and is it real?"
"'Fraid I don't follow you, pet," Spike answered.
"I'm supposed to hate you," Buffy said. "So why don't I?" She sat up and looked at Spike. "I don't hate you at all. I don't know what I feel for you."
"Love?" Spike suggested, hardly daring to hope.
Buffy shook her head, "I don't know. I just know that when I thought that I was going to lose you I realized that you mean more to me than I realized, that I didn't want to lose you." She tried to find the right words. "And not just because of Dawn and our baby." She took a deep breath, "I need you, more than you know."
"I know," Spike said, quietly. "Because I need you just as much, probably even more." He pulled her down into his arms and gently kissed her. She kissed him back and they began their dance. This time was different than any other time. This time they were trying to tell the other that they were needed, that they didn't want to be without each other.