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Chapter 23

Buffy woke to the sound of keys unlocking the front door. She gently shook Spike to wake him and crawled off of him before her father could walk in.

She met him at the door and greeted him with a smile.

“Hey, honey. Is Dawn sleeping?”

“Yeah, Dad. She’s been down for the count for a couple hours.”

“My meeting ran a little long. She wasn’t any trouble, was she?”

“Nope,” Buffy said with a shake of her head. “I’m gonna go to Spike’s for the night.” Hank furrowed his brows.

“You have plans this late?”

“Not plans, exactly, Dad. Please don’t ask questions, because you really won’t wanna know the answers.”

“Got it,” Hank said, making a little face. “Ok, see you tomorrow then?”

“Yeah,” she smiled. “Night, Dad.”

“Night, sweetheart.” He ducked his head into the living room. “Night, Spike.”

“Mr. Summers,” Spike said with a little nod. Buffy grinned at Spike and took his hand, ushering him out the door and down the side walk to the car. The moment they got to the car, Buffy had him pressed against the side, and her hands were threading through his hair, catching him off guard when her lips crushed against his. He moaned softly and then slowly pushed her back.

“Sorry,” she grinned. “Wanted to do that all night.”

“S’alright, kitten, but if you keep that up, we might not make it back to the apartment without getting into some serious trouble.”

“Right. I’ll try to control myself,” she laughed.

Spike opened up the car door for her, and she slid inside. Within ten seconds, they were peeling away from the curb and heading off toward Spike’s cozy apartment that was just minutes away.

***

The rest of the ride home had been a blur. Everything up until Buffy found herself lying flat on her back with her legs in the air on Spike’s bed had been a blur. Now he was standing over her, pulling her jeans off of her legs while she maneuvered out of her shirt. Spike chuckled when she got her arm caught.

“Let me help you with that, pet.” He reached down and helped her out of the shirt, and he stood at the foot of the bed, watching as she lay, panting in anticipation as he started taking off his clothes.

She sat up a little, unclasping her bra and tossing it off of the bed. She lay back, lifting her hips and sliding her panties down her hips and off of her legs. Spike practically growled when he caught a glimpse of how sodding wet she was.

“Spike,” she murmured, her hands moving down her chest, over her breasts and down to clamp between her legs. “Hurry.”

“Hold on, luv,” he breathed, peeling his shirt off, “don’t start without me.”

“Then hurry faster!” she moaned, slipping two of her own fingers inside of herself. He groaned and felt himself harden even more.

“Been ready for this all night,” he groaned, kicking his pants across the floor and crawling on top of her, maneuvering himself between her knees. She smiled and brought her coated fingers to his lips, and he sucked them into his mouth, tasting her juices there. “Bloody hell.” She grinned and pulled him down onto her, sucking his lower lip into her mouth like a sweet treat.

“Need you. Need you, Spike,” she panted. No time for foreplay. Not when she was panting like that, soaking wet for him. Not while he was about to explode from anticipation.

He positioned himself at her opening and slid home, filling her completely, watching as her eyes widened and then shut as she gasped for breath, waiting for her body to adjust. And then he was moving inside of her, his gaze pouring down into hers, watching the way her eyes widened and narrowed depending on his movements. He leaned down, kissing her perfect mouth, tracing her lower lip with his tongue. When he felt her hands on his hips, pulling him down harder against her as she swiveled her hips in just the right way, he moved his kisses down to her jaw and then down to the hollow of her throat, feeling her pulse pounding there.

She smiled up at him when he pulled back, rubbing his thumb over her swollen lips. She kissed the pad of his thumb and closed her eyes, arching her back as her body began to react to the orgasm hammering through her body.

“Spike,” she whimpered, her hands moving to cup his firm ass before stroking up his back, feeling the muscles tightening and straining under his pale skin. “Love you…so much.”

His lips covered hers again, and he willed himself to keep going, but when he felt her squeezing him, everything shattered, and he growled out his climax against her lips, spilling every drop inside of her, crashing and falling and finding complete serenity at the same time when he looked into her beautiful green eyes.

***

“Baby’s ok, right?” he asked, languidly stroking the barely-there swell in her abdomen.

“Yeah,” Buffy giggled. “I mean, the doctor said sex is ok up until the end of pregnancy if all things go well, so I don’t think we have anything to worry about.” Spike nodded slowly.

“Doesn’t seem real.”

“Hmm?”

“This. None of this. Just a couple months ago, I thought all we could ever be was friends. Now I’m lying here with you, and my hand is resting over something we created together. It’s a miracle, Buffy.” He watched as she bit her lower lip and smiled sleepily. “I know most people wouldn’t consider the bastard child of two high school seniors to be a miracle, but…most people can sod off.” He softly tickled her belly, and she giggled. “Still can’t believe I found you.”

“We found each other a long time ago.”

“Yeah, but we’ve been stumbling around in the dark trying for years, not knowing which way was up. This is right, Buffy. You can feel it, can’t you?”

“Yeah,” she breathed, stroking his curly hair. “I can feel it, Spike.” Spike smiled a little, and he leaned forward to press a kiss to her lips. “What was that for?”

“Just because,” he chuckled. “I’ve got something for you.”

“You do?”

“Yep. Be right back.” He got out of bed and strode naked out of the bedroom. Buffy sat up expectantly, pulling her knees up and wrapping her arms around her legs. When Spike reappeared, he was holding a small box in his hand.

“What’s this?”

“Christmas present.”

“But Christmas is a week away.”

“So it’s an early Christmas present,” Spike said with a shrug.

“Spike, what did you do? If you spent money on me…”

“I didn’t spend a dime for this, pet. I promise.” He smiled a little and nodded her way. “Go on, open it.” He couldn’t help but grin as he watched her nervously chew on her bottom lip. When she opened the box, her eyes widened, and she looked up at Spike.

“Oh my God! Spike?”

“Was my mum’s. My real mum’s, I mean. Dad gave it to me before he left the country.”

“Spike…this…this is an engagement ring.”

“Doesn’t have to be. Not if you’re not ready,” he said softly, taking her hand in his. “This doesn’t have to be a ring at all, except for in the sense that it goes around your finger.” He reached over and opened up the drawer to his inside table. He pulled out a dainty silver chain. “Doesn’t even have to go there, see?” He took the ring and threaded the chain through it. He reached over and clasped it around Buffy’s neck. “It’s not a ring, see? It’s just a promise.”

“A promise?” Buffy asked, fingering the beautiful ring, watching the diamond sparkle in the light of the bedside lamp.

“It’s a promise that someday, when we’re both ready, it’ll be an engagement ring.” He wasn’t sure how she would react to that. He’d run the plan by Xander over the phone earlier, and he’d said he wasn’t sure how a girl would like being pre-proposed to, especially a pregnant, hormonal girl, but the moment Buffy’s arms were around his neck and her lips were showering him with kisses, he was pretty sure that she’d taken it very, very well.

“I don’t think I can tell you enough just how much I love you,” she murmured, crawling over him. “Because I do. I have for a very long time, and I always will.” She placed her hand over his heart and smiled down at him. “Someday, when we’re both ready, I’ll be happy to say yes.”

***

Hank had allowed Spike to spend the night on Christmas Eve, and though he’d have rather had Spike sleeping down on the couch, the fact that Buffy was an adult and was in fact pregnant, he figured there was really no harm in letting the two share a room.

Dawn had woken the entire household at six in the morning Christmas Day. Most of the gifts under the tree had been for her, though Buffy and Spike had chipped in and gotten Hank a gift card to his favorite restaurant, and they’d exchanged gifts for one another.

Buffy had found a really great acoustic guitar at a rummage sale. The girl selling it had explained that it had been given to her as a gift, but she’d never taken the time to learn how to play it, so it was brand new and dirt cheap. Spike was already strumming on the chords, trying to play what little Oz had taught him.

Spike, aside from the pre-engagement engagement ring, had bought Buffy a journal that she’d pined after at the book store since she was fifteen. It had black leather binding and gold edging on the pages. He’d told her that even if she didn’t ever write in it, he still wanted her to have it, because she’d always have it.

Despite not being a book person, Buffy was a journal person, and on top of that, she was really good at hiding them. Not that he’d ever disrespect her privacy, but he often wondered what she wrote about him when she did write.

“I think that’s everything,” Buffy said, looking for more presents for Dawn under the tree.

“Nope, I think there’s one more,” Hank said quietly. “Hmm, Dawn, do you remember where Santa hid it?”

“Oh!” Dawn exclaimed. “I know!” She hurried up the stairs and returned a few minutes later with her hands behind her back.

Spike and Buffy glanced at each other curiously, and then Dawn handed them the envelope she’d been holding behind her back.

“Merry Christmas from me and Daddy,” Dawn said with a smile. She put her hand beside her mouth and whispered, “well, it’s from Daddy, but he said it could be from both of us.”

“Thanks Dawnie,” Buffy said with a warm smile. Despite the fact that she’d been uninterested in a relationship with her little sister about a month ago, she was growing accustomed to the child’s presence, and honestly, she was pretty sure that Dawn was the reason that her relationship with her dad was getting better by the day.

“What is it?” Spike wondered.

“Open it, silly,” Dawn pointed out. Spike chuckled and opened the envelope. Both he and Buffy looked at what was inside, and at the same time, their expressions went from curiosity to astonishment.

“Dad?”

“Just a little something to help you two get started.” He cleared his throat. “You two have shown a lot of maturity through everything that’s happened, and I know that things are hard right now, but hopefully this’ll help the future look a little brighter for you both.” Buffy and Spike looked at one another and then at Hank.

“Dad, this is too much.”

“Babies are expensive, Buffy. I want to contribute something to my grandchild’s future, and I think this is a start.” Hank pulled Dawn into his lap. “And, Buffy, I want you to know that your college fund hasn’t been touched. All the information is still in that lock box your mother had.”

“Dad, I don’t…I don’t know what to say.”

“Say…Merry Christmas,” he said with a shrug.

“Merry Christmas, Dad,” Buffy whispered, wiping a tear from her eye.

“Merry Christmas, luv,” Spike murmured, kissing the side of Buffy’s head. Buffy leaned against Spike, and she stared down at the check her father had given her. Maybe she truly was going to have a happy new year after all.


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