Part Ten

Dare….

Spike found Buffy lying on her bed sleeping, the covers around her waist and her hair half flung over her face so that he couldn’t see her face. Stepping around the bed, Spike lay himself down on the empty side of the bed, hoping not to waken Buffy just yet. As if sensing Spike’s presence, Buffy leaned over and snuggled into his body, nuzzling his chest as she breathed in his scent. Just as she was the first time when he had returned to her last night. Abruptly Spike felt her body tense and pull away from him as Buffy woke up suddenly and scooted to the far side of the bed.

“Mornin’ love,” Spike spoke quietly to a very angry Buffy that now sat up in her bed. “Or is it afternoon love? Not sure…”

“Get out,” Buffy was simple and to the point, “or you’ve got a rendezvous with Mr. Pointy.”

“Buffy, is that the way to speak to the father of your child?” Spike whispered trying to calm her anger. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry! You’re sorry!” Buffy sounded like she was screaming the house down. “How dare you come back here and tell me you’re sorry.”

“I dare because I love you,” Spike tone began to rise up to her level. “I dare because I’m a fucking fool who wouldn’t listen to what you had to say.”

“There was nothing wrong with your hearing, Spike.” Buffy told him. “You fully understood the fact that I’m pregnant and you coldly accused me of sleeping with another man.”

“Buffy, I didn’t think I could be a father, love.” Spike closed his eyes in frustration, as he couldn’t make himself see the pain that Buffy had in her eyes. Pain that he had caused. “Been with a lot of women and none of them ever got pregnant.”

“How many did you leave alive before you could find out whether they were pregnant?” Buffy spat out in anger.

“Not many Buffy,” Spike leaned over the bed and looked at her. “But none of them were The Slayer or someone that I loved so much that I’d die for her.”

“Spike, you can be such a bastard,” Buffy hit him across the chest. “You didn’t believe me and now why the sudden change of heart?”

“Because I’m an idiot forgetting that my girl’s special,” Spike pulled her closer to him as he now looked with love deep into her eyes. “Buffy you’re the Slayer who knows how that affects your body and we’ve seen so many things over the years, love. Who says that a Slayer getting knocked up by a vamp wasn’t going to be one of them? I was wrong. I’m sorry. Buffy, please forgive a stupid vampire for doubting you.”

“How did you come to that conclusion Mr. Smarty-pants?” Buffy tried to control her breathing as Spike began licking her neck with the tip of his tongue. Spike always knew the quickest way to dispel her anger and catch her breathe at the same time. Taking her into his arms, Spike lay Buffy down on her back, covering her front with his own.

“Willow locked me up in a cell so that I wouldn’t run away,” Spike began to kiss her collarbone as Buffy began to relax in his arms as he now held her. He had to hope that she would accept his answer as he doubted that Angel would be too pleased if Buffy found out the truth about his son from Spike. That was something the ponce would have to do for himself. “Always could do my best thinking locked up.”

“Spike,” memories of times passed between them flashed through her eyes. Times when she wouldn’t have trusted him to be locked up with her anywhere. “Stop it. I can’t think when you do that. You can’t expect me to just forgive you and be all lovey-dovey.”

“I don’t,” Spike lifted his head away from her neck just for a moment. “All I can ask is that you start to forgive me and let me stay with you and the baby.”

“Spike…”

“I cannot imagine my life without you or the baby,” Spike kissed her on the lips. “Rather be dust than with out you.”

“You’ve got a lot to make up for, Spike,” Buffy whispered softly. “Might be nice to have a willing slave for the rest of the year at least. Making good on not believing me.”

“You’ve always had a willing slave Buffy, or do I need to sing it to you again,” Spike reminded her of the time they’d been pursued by Sweet the singing demon. “Remember it was the second time you kissed me.”

“I kissed you? No, you kissed me,” Buffy gently bit his lip. “You grabbed me in the alley that time”

“Did not,” Spike licked the skin of his now sore lip. “You kissed me that first time and well…in the alley we kissed each other, thank you.”

“Spikey got a booboo?” Buffy leaned over and softly kissed the area where she’d left her mark. She sat up, as Spike didn’t respond to her kiss and began pouting as Buffy acted sorrowfully towards him.

“Buffy,” Spike smiled devilishly at Buffy as she extended her bottom lip like she had once before many years ago under Willow’s spell and they’d become ‘engaged’. “Gonna get it…” Spike leaned over and grabbed the soft flesh between his teeth and lips until reaching the end he consumed her mouth with his own as he plunged his tongue deep inside her mouth for a passionate kiss. Breaking away for just a brief second to catch her breath, Buffy gazed at her man who had come back to her again.

“You’ve already got me,” Buffy whispered to him. “I love you so much.”

“Love you too Slayer.”

“I always knew that Spike. Always.”

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Part Eleven

Live and Breathe…

Buffy relaxed against Spike as he held her from behind, her back covered his chest. Spike could feel her breathing slow down, as she lay within his arms unperturbed by anything going on around her. Buffy took a deep breath as Spike ran his hand up over her swollen abdomen and cupped one of her breasts in his hand. Gently Spike massaged her soft mound and tweaked the nipple as it hardened under his touch, as Spike pulled the fabric away from Buffy’s other breast and exposing it to his other hand.

“Mr. Summers!” a woman walked around to them as she noticed she’d lost their attention. “Mrs. Summers, please control your husband.”

Buffy pushed herself down until her feet touched the floor of the pool, with her arms flaring out so quickly she splashed half of the people in the pool with water. Buffy began to splutter and cough as she tried not to swallow the salty liquid as water entered her open mouth. Spike took a large step back from her quick awkward movements and began laughing at seeing Buffy lose her composure under his caress. Others in the evening aqua class for pregnant parents, laughed at the couple caught being frisky in the pool. Some out rightly laughed and others tried to keep their composure behind cheeky smiles. Buffy turned to Spike, and splashed him with a wave of water before he knew it.

“Mr. and Mrs. Summers if you both cannot control yourself than can I suggest you both come back next week when you can.” The old matronly midwife was getting more annoyed with the couple that was spoiling her aqua class for pregnant women. This week unfortunately was time to start involving the partners and there was always one couple who didn’t take things seriously. Mr. and Mrs. Summers appeared to be that one couple, making the midwife shake her head at the young couple.

“Sorry, Sister Brown.” Buffy smacked Spike across the chest under the water but with enough force that it created ripples across the whole pool. “Say sorry to Sister, Mr. Summers.”

“Sorry Sister…” Spike look sternly at the older woman and pulled Buffy back against him as he whispered in Buffy’s ear. “Woman has to be a demon. Can’t I just take a bite out of her?”

“Spike, no.” Buffy elbowed in the ribs this time. “Stop it.”

“Make me,” Spike smiled at her with a knowing grin.

“One last lap around the pool people,” Sister Brown instructed her students and with great reluctance, even Spike begrudgingly dived under the water to do one last lap. He had to keep up with Buffy who was already half way around the small pool doing even strokes with her arms. Finishing before the other couples, Buffy and Spike waded to the back of the pool again.

“Alright everyone lets call it a night. Can I suggest that you ladies spend a bit more time in the pool doing your breathing technique. Enjoy the weightlessness of the water and it should help you feel yourself breathe. Visualize, like I told you…picture yourself giving birth.” The midwife looked over the couples and was satisfied that they had in general had a good session, except for one thing. “Partners and husbands are not essential next week. They can come if they like but only if they behave.” She looked straight at Spike and glared at him. “Alright people have a good evening.”

The class clapped in thanks to the midwife for the class and began to wade to the steps out of the pool. Leaving only a few couples in the pool, most just relaxing together in the water and some played liked children allowed a bit longer in the pool. Spike grabbed onto Buffy holding her against his frame as he walked them to the deeper and deserted end of the pool. Holding onto Spike to hold her head above the water, Buffy came to rest against the back wall of the salt-water pool. Spike pushed any lose tendrils of hair that had come to rest on her face over her ears, his other hand rested on her bottom, helping to support her weight in the water.

“You’re going to get us thrown out of the class if you keep trying to feel me up like that,” Buffy shook her head. “We made love all last night and before we got here…”

“Never get enough of you, Buffy.” Spike ran his hand from her ear and down her neck until he cupped her breast underneath her swimsuit. “Such a little hottie in a tight little cossie.”

“Cossie? Hottie?” Buffy pulled her head back a little with a look of questioning written all over her face. “Spike, speak English and please no more poems or I’ll call you, William the Bloody, again.”

“You’re telling an Englishmen to speak English,” Spike leaned over and kissed her on the nose ignoring her poke at his former title. “Goldilocks, you’re a beauty in a tight swimsuit. Is that a better translation for you? And I was William the Bloody, thank you very much little girl.”

“Lucky you don’t have to breathe or I’d drown you here and now,” Buffy threatened him softly. “But a hottie Spike, me? I’m more like a whale in a piece of Lycra.”

“Buffy, you’re pregnant. What did you except love, that bub would just pop out before you started to show?” Spike moved his hand from her breast and to the swell of her abdomen. “You are the most beautiful creature on earth, love. Gloriously pregnant with our child. Delightfully curved with… ”

“My god, Spike, please enough,” Buffy sighed at his attempt to placate her.

“It’ll never be enough Buffy, nothing could come close to this little miracle you carry. Nothing.” Spike leaned over her and kissed her gently. “Now could we go home and get back to what we were doing before we got here?”

“Spike your insatiable,” Buffy laughed at him. “Can’t I just have a lie down first? I’m tired.”

“You can lie down…as long as you’re under me screaming my name out,” Spike titled his head and smiled his cocky grin when he started to get playful with her.

“As I live and breathe Spike, one day…” Buffy sighed.

“Well love, words never spoken so true,” Spike lightly kissed her between his words.
“Spike, you’re the walking undead. You don’t live and breathe anything.”

“Yes I do, Buffy,” laying a hand over her abdomen and swirling his hand over where their baby lay. “I live and breathe because of you. Because of the gift of life and love you’ve given me through the baby.”

Buffy thought about it for a moment and placed her hand over his as it lay over her swollen abdomen. “Live and breathe in us, my love.”


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Epilogue

Email to wiccanwoman1164@slayer.com

Hello Willow,
I have attached a copy of a prophecy that I came across lat night and I think that it may have some relevance to our discussions of late. I hope that you find it helpful. Unfortunately, I can’t stay online for long for fear that Angel may look over my shoulder anytime. I have interpreted the relevant passages that I think apply to the current situation.
Yours Sincerely
Wesley Wyndam-Price


Attachment as follows

One chosen is born to light,
One lost is reborn to night,
One chosen to walk in shadow,
One lost to burn in reverence.

Battle amongst themselves,
Shadow against shadow,
Love and hate entwined,
Destiny and fate enlightened.

Fight against the beast that was,
Fight against the beast that is,
Fight against the beast that will be.



One lost to burn in reverence,
One chosen to lead the many,
One once lost shall be reborn,
One once chosen shall be liberated.

By trial of love, hate and pain,
One chosen shall find their final prize,
One lost shall find their love emulated,
By trial they will find their greatest desire.

By the Power that is, was and shall be,
Devine intervention will reign,
Two shall be born into three.
One chosen for each generation.


Willow,
This is the best translation I can do at the moment, it’s very crude but the best I could do in such a short time. I hope that it helps despite not making much sense. I’m not sure what the prophecy means but I suppose we’re bound to find out.
Please email me if you require further assistance.

Wesley

The End???

A/N: Over too soon for you? Too simplistic finish? Hmmm have patients while I think about where this might go. It was only meant to be a ficlet but…..