Chapter 71: Moving On
The look in Quentin Travers’ eyes as two strong-armed men from the Watcher’s Council pulled him into the back of a truck was something Buffy would never forget. She had given him two choices. Buffy could go to the police
and tell them what Travers had done to Dana and show
them the drugs as proof, or he could relinquish his duty
as head of the Watcher’s Council and let them dole out
his punishment. Rather than worry about facing jail time
in a Sunnydale prison, Travers had begrudgingly decided
to give up his place at the top of the Council, since his
mission to create the perfect Slayer had failed.
Now, the whole group was sitting around Buffy’s living
room. It was over. The prophecy of “look within” was
gone. Dana was locked up in maximum security. Buffy
had felt terrible about it. Of course she was relieved that
her baby was safe from an unstable Slayer, but at the
same time, she had gotten to know Dana a little bit when
she’d first come to Sunnydale, and looking at her and
seeing her manic eyes after she’d gone after Spike had
frightened Buffy beyond belief. Still, she hoped that
something could be done for the girl, and she knew that
with the new head of the Watcher’s Council about to take
over, something would be done to try to find a cure for her.
Rupert Giles was going back to England for good. He
was immediately offered the position in order to bring a
breath of fresh air to the Council. Everyone working with
Travers on his little project had been terminated and
were being replaced, and now Giles was going to go and
try and pick up the pieces of everything that Travers had
destroyed.
“You’re sure you’re not going to turn all evil, right Giles?”
Dawn asked, yawning as she stretched on the couch next
to Spike and Buffy.
“I think it’s safe to say,” Giles pointed out with a chuckle,
pushing his glasses up his nose a ways.
“Look at you, Giles. You’re practically glowing. You sure
you’re not pregnant?” Buffy teased, snuggling up against
Spike.
“Very funny.”
“When are you leaving?” Anya asked. Everyone looked at
her. “What?”
“As soon as I straighten out my affairs. Anya, I would be
grateful if you would buy out my share of The Magic Box.”
Anya’s eyes bulged.
“You mean it? It would be mine? Like, completely mine?”
“Completely yours.” Anya’s eyes sparkled, and the rest of
the group started in with the chatter, asking Giles
questions about his upcoming trip. Meanwhile, Spike
and Buffy were caught up in each other. Spike’s hand
gently rubbed Buffy’s belly, and she smiled contentedly,
closing her eyes and letting relief wash over her, knowing
that for now, Bitty Buffy was safe, and they could focus on
moving past this whole ordeal with Quentin Travers.
***
“You ok, pet?” Spike asked as they walked slowly through
the graveyard. “We could go back.”
“I feel good,” Buffy said quietly. “I wanna patrol.” She
looked away.
“But?”
“I just can’t help thinking that I could have done
something more for Dana. I mean…it wasn’t her fault
what happened to her. She didn’t know that…”
“You can’t blame yourself, luv. Besides, Giles is gonna
go back to England and get the rest of the Council
working on a cure for her. She might be saved yet.” Buffy
gave him a half smile.
“I feel relieved, too, though,” she said quietly. “I know it
sounds bad, but I do.”
“Isn’t bad, luv. Our baby’s safe.”
“And the prophecy’s gone, God willing.” She stopped and
turned toward Spike. “We’re always going to have to deal
with this, aren’t we? Our baby’s always gonna be a
target.”
“Maybe,” he nodded. “But she’s got two parents who’d
beat the living hell out of anyone who’d ever try to harm a
hair on her head. Buffy, believe me, by the time she’s old
enough to date, the boys will be so terrified of us, she’ll…”
“Be a social outcast and won’t have any friends?” Buffy
asked in horror. “I don’t want that, Spike!” Spike pulled
his arm around his wife.
“C’mon now, pet. You know I’d only bite them if they got
too fresh with her.” Buffy glared at him, and he knew the
hormones were about to surge again. “I’m joking, luv.”
He pulled her in, and she relaxed against him as he
stroked her hair. “Don’t worry. Bitty Buffy is safe and
houses, and we’re gonna make sure she stays that way.”
***
By the time May rolled around, Buffy Summers was just
about the most beautiful pregnant lady to ever grace the
Sunnydale cemetery. She was wearing a pair of black
pants with a pink, flowing pink top. Her belly—and
breasts—had grown quite considerably over the last
couple of weeks, and Spike was enjoying every moment
of it. He was like a starving man in bed. He couldn’t get
enough, teasing her, tasting her, kissing every inch of her
body, this look of awe in his eyes, his blonde curls all
tousled on his head after they made love. It was as if the
idea of a part of him being inside of her made him want
her even more.
Tonight, that desire was not a well-kept secret. They
walked side by side, and the moment Buffy’s fingers
brushed his, she heard a sharp intake of breath, and
then he turned his head slightly to look at her. Oh, she
knew that look. She shivered, and she thought strongly
about ducking into his old crypt and having her way with
him, but before she had the chance to, two vamps came
out of the shadow. Buffy groaned to herself. Faith just
HAD to take the night off, didn’t she?
As soon as Buffy and Spike took off in pursuit of the
vampires, the prey shot off toward the gates. Spike took
off in the lead, as Buffy paced herself, knowing that when
she was pregnant, she had to limit herself a little bit. She
caught up seconds later, and as Spike was pummeling
one vampire, the other was starting to climb the wall.
Buffy grabbed his angle and twisted. He screamed out
and let go of the wall, falling hard to the ground with a
thud.
He was up on his feet a second later and coming for
Buffy. Buffy annihilated his opponent within moments,
but Buffy wasn’t quite ready yet. She landed a hard kick to
the center of the vamps chest. Her hormones had pretty
much started raging when she’d seen the look Spike
was giving her. So, when the vamp fell back slightly and
recovered, Buffy responded with a hard kick to the jaw
before she grabbed his arm and flipped him over. Spike
watched with a cocked eyebrow as the two tussled. He
wanted to jump in and help, but he realized Buffy was
perfectly safe, and the vamp was going to be dust any
second.
Any…second.
“Um…Buffy?” Buffy was sitting on top of the demon now,
punching him hard in the face over and over.
“What?” she asked, not breaking her concentration.
“I think it’s time, luv.”
“Huh? Oh. Right.” She pulled her stake out and shoved
it into the vampire’s heart. She stood and turned to
Spike, cheeks flushed red, chest heaving.
“You alright, pet?”
***
“Bloody hell,” Spike groaned, arching his neck as Buffy
rode him. Her long, golden tresses flowed down her
shoulders and her back and around her swollen
breasts. Spike brought her closer, taking a hard, rosy
bud between his teeth. Buffy cried out, and she felt the
waves of her second orgasm coming on. She pushed
down on Spike’s chest, pressing him into the mattress,
and she closed her eyes as her inner walls spasmed
around his cock. He let out a growl from the back of his
throat, and Buffy let go, riding out the wave of pleasure
just as Spike came. Moments later, she collapsed on top
of him, and he brought her lips to his in a kiss.
When she moved to snuggle up beside him and lay her
head on his chest, she let out a contented sigh, and
Spike just chuckled, staring up at the ceiling.
“What?”
“Luv, for a woman who complains about back aches and
leg cramps, I think pregnancy is the best thing that ever
happened to you,” Spike chuckled. Buffy slapped his arm
playfully.
“What? Are you saying sex is better when I’m pregnant?”
Spike smirked.
“Of course not, pet, but those hormones are a definite
plus…at least when you’re not using them to hurl objects
at my head.” Buffy giggled at that. “What?”
“You sound like me,” she laughed. “I think I’m rubbing off
on you.”
“Not yet, but let’s give it a go.” Buffy laughed again and
sat up in the bed, pulling her legs up a little, wrapping her
arms around her knees. That wasn’t so easy with a belly
in the way. Spike reached out and caressed her cheek.
She closed her eyes and smiled.
“You’re so beautiful, Buffy.” He sat up and leaned in to
kiss her. “Love seeing you like this. You glow. He
placed his hand on her bare belly before trailing upward
to brush against the side of her breast. She moaned
softly and let out a slow, even breath. “Can’t wait to see
you with her.”
“I’m scared,” Buffy murmured. She lay back down with
Spike and looked up at him. “I don’t know how to be a
mom.”
“Like I know how to be a dad?” Spike chuckled. “Over a
hundred years of seeing this world, and I haven’t got a
sodding clue what to do. Never had to change a nappy.
Never had to…”
“Yeah, but you’re a guy. Aren’t the mommy-types
supposed to just know what to do when the baby
comes?”
“Buffy, luv, you’re gonna make a great mum.” He paused,
a gleam in his eye. He couldn’t help himself. “And even
if you screw up, at least the kid’ll like me.”
“Shut up!” she laughed.
“Make me,” he murmured, before she attacked his lips
with kisses. Yes…things were definitely going to be ok.
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Thanks to those for the feedback! Again, I'm sorry it's taken me so long to pick this story back up again!