Title: The F.G.U.
By: Pattyanne
Disclaimer: None of the BtVS
characters belong to me
Part 5
A few weeks later....
Buffy slapped the alarm button off before the raucous
noise woke up the man sleeping beside her. She
climbed out of bed, yawning, and stumbled into the
bathroom.
She was very surprised to see that the counter was
clear of its usual clutter of make up, hair clips,
and bottles of nail polish. The only item left was a
white oblong box about six inches long and three inches
wide.
When she picked up the box, she saw a small piece
of paper beneath it, covered in elegant handwriting.
'As I said, your latest heart felt wish was simply too
delightful not to grant. You may feel free to use what
I've left for you, but rest assured that the outcome is already
a certainty. Be happy, dear one. Everything you've always
wanted is right around the corner. Accept it with open
arms and a loving heart, and you shall have the "happily
ever after" you've heard so much about.
Sometimes, the storybooks get it right!
With deepest affection,
Abigail Potter, (Mrs) '
Shaking her head at the cryptic message, Buffy
examined the box.
White all over, with no indication of the manufacturer
anywhere on it, the box had one small line of print
down at the bottom: Home Pregnancy Test/Inspected
by #12
As she she read these words, her heart began to
gallop in her chest and her eyes widened in shock.
The meaning of the note became clear, and a slow
smile began to curve her lips. Laughter bubbled up
inside of her, followed by amazement, then complete
and utter wonder.
At that moment, Buffy knew that her fairy godmother
had been right about this being a heart felt wish, albeit
a subconscious one.
It was heart felt because she never...ever..allowed
herself to long for the clearly impossible...the desire
to bear a child for the man she loved, to give him some-
thing that no one else ever had.
Knowing that she could never do it, would never have
the chance, was painful. Most of the time she could deal
with it, but once a month...every time she menstruated...the
longing became a little stronger, and the disappointment
was a little worse.
Falling in love with a vampire meant, along with the obvious
benefits, that she'd had to surrender a lot of her hopes and
dreams; Walking down a church aisle on her father's arm,
dressed in white lace and satin...leaving her childhood home
to make one of her own for her and her new husband...having a baby...or two.
These were more facts of her particular life. Not pleasant,
but realistic...
Until now.
With her hands shaking slightly, she performed the test.
As she had expected, the result was a great big positive
plus sign in the little window.
**I'm pregnant...I'm going to be a mother...**
She stared at herself in the bathroom mirror, searching
for any sign that she was 'different'. All she was really
certain of was that the face smiling back at her was
happier than it had been when she'd walked into the
bathroom.
That happiness was muted by a sudden worrisome
thought.
They had never discussed anything like this, not even
hypothetically. What if he didn't want this child, if he
became angry with her for making it happen?
Even worse, what if he wanted her to get rid of it?
**Oh, God, what if he hates the whole idea of it...hates
the baby...hates me...**
Firmly, she pushed her dark imaginings away. This
baby was a miracle they had created together in an
act of love. Spike would never ask her to destroy it.
Clutching the test stick in her hand, she took a deep
breath and went back to bed.
As the mattress dipped beneath her weight, Spike
stirred and opened his eyes, regarding her with a
lazy smile. "Morning, baby," he murmured, his voice
a little slurred from sleep.
Buffy smiled at his unknowingly prophetic words. Re-
turning his intent gaze, she wondered if their child
would have it's fathers lovely dark blue eyes, or her own
light green.
"Hmm." He looked amused.
"What?" she asked.
"You're looking very kitten-who-drank-the-cream this
morning," he said.
Feeling...for some odd reason...shy with him, she
glanced away. "I am?"
"Mm-hmm." Kicking off the blankets, he stretched.
Buffy watched him, her mouth slightly open and her
eyes a little glazed at this display of masculine beauty.
The tightening and relaxing of his muscles, the arching
curve of his back, briefly diverted her attention.
**Just look at that beautiful creature. And he's mine. He
belongs to me..**
She shook her head to clear up her scattered thoughts,
trying to return her focus on what she had yet to tell
him.
"Since you brought it up...I sort of do have something
we need to talk about."
Spike began to sit up, but she prevented it with one
hand on his chest.
"Don't," she said. "It's probably better that you're lying
down."
Head cocked slightly to one side, he regarded her
with narrowed eyes. "Well, it can't be something bad"
he said. "You're all smiling and...glowy looking. Al-
most...radiant."
Buffy turned her smile and glow down a notch. "It's
not something bad."
Spike waited for her to continue, finally having to
prompt her. "So? You gonna tell me or not?"
It was now Buffy's turn to hesitate. All her previous
doubts about his possible reaction came back with
new found intensity, the "what ifs?" returning with a
vengeance.
Again, she beat the unpleasant thoughts down.
"Okay," she finally said. "But, before I tell you what
it is, I have to explain how it happened."
As she began her story, she was surprised
to learn that Spike was already aware of the
existence of fairy godparents.
"What?" he asked, seeing the look on her face. "Did
you think it was all made up by the Brothers Grimm?"
"Well...yeah!" Buffy nodded. "I never once thought
fairy tales were real. Not even when I was a little kid."
He shrugged. "You didn't think vampires were real,
either...until you met up with one."
She paused. "Okay...that's true," she admitted.
"Or witches," he continued.
"You're right. I totally see your point."
"Werewolves...zombies...hell hounds...demons of all
shapes and sizes...the Easter bunny..."
"Okay, I..." When her brain caught up with his words,
her eyes became as round as tea saucers. "THE
EASTER BUNNY IS A DEMON?" she squealed.
Spike laughed and ruffled her hair, affectionately. "No,
I just slipped that one in to watch your eyes spin
around."
Buffy pushed his hand away. "Very funny."
"Yeah, I thought so. Now, get on with your story."
He smiled when she reported the scolding she'd
received about her grammar and her penchant for
junk food; then, nearly applauded Mrs. Potter's
comments regarding Buffy's inability to sometimes
see what was right under her nose.
"I've been telling you that for years, love."
"Oh, shut up," she replied, giving him a playful
shove. "Let me finish and we'll play 'I told you so'
later."
"I'm all ears, Princess."
Buffy related the rest of her story, all the way up to
the 'heart felt wish' mystery. When she was finished,
he asked her if she'd figured it out yet.
"Yep," she nodded, staring down at her closed
fist and the treasure it contained. "Just a few minutes
ago."
Spike placed one finger beneath her chin and tilted
her face up. "And...?"
Suddenly tongue-tied, she answered him by slowly
opening her hand.
His eyebrow arched. "What's that?"
Buffy sighed. "It's a..." She cleared her throat. "A
pregnancy test."
Spike's gaze snapped back to her. "It's a what?"
"A pregnancy test," she repeated, a little louder. "I
just took it, and..."
"And...what?" He stared at her in wide eyed
shock. "AND WHAT?"
"And....it was positive," she shrugged. "I'm pregnant."
He was so completely flustered by this that he didn't
seem to know what he was doing. Almost leaping
from the bed, he stood before her stark naked.
If he'd needed to breathe, he'd have been hyper-
ventilating himself into unconsciousness.
Buffy watched him carefully, hoping that this wasn't
a horrified reaction on his part. "Are you all right?"
"Am..am I all right?" he stammered. "Am * I* all right?"
Sitting down next to her, he took her hand. "Buffy...never
mind about me. Are YOU all right?"
She nodded reassuringly. "Yeah, I'm fine," she
said, squeezing his hand. "Stay calm, okay?"
"Stay calm?" He rolled his eyes. "Stay calm, she
says..."
"Spike..."
"You tell me that you're going to have a baby...MY
baby...and you expect me to stay calm." He shook
his head. "Calm isn't an option for me right now," he
said. "Manic!" he then suggested. "There's an option.
THAT I can do without even trying."
Buffy's brow furrowed. "Okay...but is it a 'I'm so happy
that I can't stand it?' kind of manic, or a 'When's
the next bus out of town' kind of manic?"
She sounded worried, and Spike cupped her face
in his hands, his thumbs brushing back and forth
over the curves of her cheeks.
"The first one," he replied, with the tenderest smile
she'd ever seen on his face, even in the afterglow
of sex, when he told her how much he loved her.
Rising to his knees on the bed, he slid one arm
around her waist and pulled her close, then tangled
his fingers in her hair and tugged her head back
until she was looking up at him.
"You're gonna give me a baby, baby," he said,
grinning widely.
Immensely relieved, Buffy's mind conjured up the
image of a little boy with light brown hair, bright
blue eyes, and a mischievous smile that carried
it's own one-two punch...his father's smile...the
smile that had won her heart so completely.
Spike's thoughts took an opposite direction as
he pictured a tiny girl...a miniature duplicate of
her mother...a princess dressed in pink, with
Buffy's wide eyes and knock out smile.
"I'll bet it's a girl.."
"I'll bet it's a boy..." They said in unison.
"Boys are too much trouble," Spike said. "Way
more than girls."
"Oh, yeah?" Buffy countered skeptically. "If my
mother was here, you could ask her how much
trouble I wasn't."
He brushed off her words. "That's different. You're
a slayer. You don't go out looking for trouble, it
just finds you."
"Frequently."
"Boys are always out looking for it, though. And
ordinary boys are bad enough," he chuckled. "Can't
you just imagine how OUR boy would be?"
Buffy's hands crept up his chest and over his
shoulders, her fingers lacing together behind his
neck.
"Our boy will be wonderful," she said with complete
conviction. "He'll be strong and brave, and impetuous,
with a wild heart...just like his father. And when he
grows up, he'll be so handsome that all the girls will
be crazy about him."
Spike shook his head in denial, playing with her
hair. "I'm telling you, it's a girl. A beautiful little
girl. She'll be clever and quick...sassy as hell...with
her mother's gentle heart. And when SHE grows
up, she'll be so pretty that all the boys will..no,
wait," he frowned. "I don't like the sound of that."
Buffy was having a hard time keeping a straight
face. He looked so serious...like this was a
problem they'd have to tackle tomorrow.
"Never mind," he said, quite seriously. "Let's
just forget all about that last part, because
it's never gonna happen. Not with MY little
girl."
"Never?" Buffy asked, biting her lip.
"Never ever!" he said forcefully. "There's no way
that I'm gonna sit still and watch some boy..."
The word "boy" was spoken in the same 'ick'
tone that was usually reserved for moldy food
found in the back of the refrigerator.
"...try and the put the moves on my daughter."
"Oh," Buffy said, nodding thoughtfully, "You mean
like the way you didn't try and put the moves on
her mother?"
"Oh, please," he scoffed. "That's not even...you
can't compare...it's not the same thing as...stop
laughing." He gave her an irritated look. "It's
not funny."
She finally released the mirth she'd been struggling
to keep hidden. "Yes, it is," she gasped. "I mean,
just imagine you...giving a boy...oh, God, my side
hurts...the...the 'what are your intentions towards
my daughter' ...third degree?"
Bonelessly, she slipped out of his arms and
collapsed on the bed, giggling madly. "You'll go
right...into vamp...mode...and he'll...drop dead at
your...feet."
Spike folded his arms across his chest and sat
back on his heels, waiting for her to pull herself
together. "Ha-ha," he said, looking supremely
annoyed. "You about through, then?"
Brutally beating back her giddiness, Buffy
pressed her lips firmly together and nodded
'yes', then immediately shook her head 'no'
and the laughter exploded out of her.
When she was finally laughed out, she looked
at him and smiled. "That was fun," she said,
sighing deeply. "No one can make me laugh the
way you do."
"Yeah," he replied. "Court jester or village idiot.
Take your bloody pick."
Despite his words, her amusement wasn't entirely
one sided. He smiled back at her as he stretched
out beside her. "Look, I know how my mind worked
when I was an adolescent, and the times weren't
nearly as free and immoral as they are now."
Buffy shot straight back up in bed. "Immoral?" she
said in disbelief. "Did I just slip into an alternate
universe or did YOU just use the word immoral?"
She stared at him, apparently amazed by the
thought of a vampire decrying the lack of present
day morality.
"Oh, my God!" she squeaked. "I can't believe you
didn't just get struck by a bolt of lightning."
"Hey," he protested. "I've got morals. Just cause
I don't take 'em out and polish them up every day
doesn't mean I don't have 'em."
"Oh, yeah?"
"Yeah! Even when I was a practicing vampire, I
had morals."
"I don't remember that," Buffy said. "Give me a
hint."
"Well..for instance..." He snapped his fingers. "Chil-
dren! I never attacked children and I didn't let anyone
who worked for me do it, either."
"Okay," Buddy said agreeably. "That's a good one. Got
any more?"
He thought for a moment. "I never forced myself on a
woman," he said, then grinned a bit arrogantly. "Course,
I never HAD to...but I wouldn't have, anyway," he added.
"Matter of pride, it was, not having to resort to force."
Buffy arched her back when she felt his hand slowly
stroking it. She believed him utterly, since she couldn't
imagine a sane woman turning him down.
"Some vamps get off on it," he said quietly. "Not enough
to drain and kill a woman, they gotta torture them as
well."
He didn't tell her that particular trick had been one of
Angelus' specialties, and he had practiced it often.
"I was never interested in that," he said, winding a
lock of her hair around his finger. "I liked the seduction.
The chase. And I was damn good at it, too."
"I'll just bet you were," Buffy said, having had plenty
of first hand experience of just how good he was.
Spike looked up at her, his eyes dark with new
desire. "I knew all the right things to say...all the
right things to do...exactly where to touch...and
tease."
He sat up beside her and brushed her hair off
her shoulder. "I never had any trouble getting what
I wanted," he whispered, kissing the side of her
neck. "Until..."
"Mmm...until what?" she asked.
He smiled. "Well, I met this girl. She was a beauty,
and a real smart ass. Sexier than anything I'd ever
seen before. Just a little thing...but she fought like
a tiger."
Buffy shivered at the touch of his fingertips on her
bare skin.
"Something about her just drove me wild...in one
way or another...from the minute I saw her."
She knew exactly what he meant, because she'd
had more or less the same reaction when she'd seen
him for the first time.
The memory was etched in her brain....
Dancing at the Bronze...running outside and forgetting
her weapon...the terrified screaming from the girl in
the alley...the fight...the confusion about who the vampire
had been begging for help from...mocking applause...turn-
ing around...seeing him...the thrill of instant attraction...the
disappointment when she'd realized what he was...anger
at the cosmic unfairness of that face and form being
wasted on a demon...the frustration of knowing that both
of the men she'd found most enticing had turned out to
be vampires.
She'd had one brief and wildly improbable thought
that maybe he was an 'Angel' type of vampire...one with a
soul, but a little quicker on the uptake than Angel was
turning out to be.
Of course, Spike's subsequent behavior had pretty much
made it a non-issue.
"Did I ever tell you," he asked, using that deep 'bedroom'
tone of voice she loved, "the first thought that went through
my mind when I saw you moving that gorgeous body of
yours around the dance floor, teasing every man in there?"
She turned to look at him. "I was not!" she protested.
"Yes. You were," he stated firmly.
Dropping her gaze, Buffy shrugged. "Well...I wasn't
trying to."
"I know." Spike leered playfully. "It just comes
naturally to you. That's why it's so damn sexy."
Briefly distracted by the pout on her lips that he
absolutely loved, he said, "The first thought I had
when I saw you was...that's mine. That's for me."
Buffy looked at him. "What about your girlfriend?"
she asked sarcastically.
He was always surprised to hear the jealousy in her
voice whenever the subject of Drusilla came up, even
after all this time.
Spike knew it was a tone she'd picked up from him,
something she'd heard whenever Angel was mentioned
in even the most offhand and casual way.
"I can honestly say that, for a few minutes, I forgot
all about her."
TBC.......
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