Chapter 20
“Hi, mommy! Hi, daddy!”
“Hey, babies,” Buffy laughed, crouching to take both Sarah and Jamie into her arms. “Oh my goodness! What are you two so excited about?”
“I believe they're just excited to see us.” William flashed a charming wink in Buffy's direction before giving the twins his own round of hugs and kisses.
“But they're acting like we've been gone for weeks!”
“It's flattering, isn't it? Doesn't their reaction give you one of those warm, fuzzy feelings?”
Before Buffy could respond, the twins were off and running. They yelled happy goodbyes as they scampered back to their toys. “Oh God, they're just like puppies,” she mumbled, causing William to snicker.
“Hey, watch it, sweetheart. It's a bad idea to mention those things in front of this lot.”
“Do they want a dog?”
With a nod, William cupped her elbow and led her to a secluded corner of the living room. “We had to think up this bizarre story to explain why Santa couldn't bring them a dog…or cat or gerbil or a fucking pony.”
“Santa doesn't like ponies?”
“Actually he thinks they're stupid and overrated.”
“Aw, that's too bad. I've always wanted a pony.”
“You know despite popular belief, a horse will never be as cute in real life as it is on the typical Saturday morning cartoon. If you name it Raindrop, Peach Blossom or even Cream Puff, it won't speak English no matter how much you try to train it, and it might even get pissy once you tie ribbons in its hair.”
“Did you tell Sarah all this?”
“Yes, many times.”
A smile tugged on Buffy's lips, and leaned forward to wrap her arms around William's neck. “What about a goldfish? They're pretty low maintenance.”
“Oh that's the ticket! Let's get them the most boring animal on the planet, and then they'll never beg to have another pet when it's floating belly up at the top of the bowl after a week.”
“I guess you're right, goldfish can die pretty easily, but still…it'd teach them responsibility, right?”
“I'd rather give them responsibility in the form of a healthy dose of chores.”
“We're never going to have a pet? Not ever?”
“When the twins are older and once Joy's walking, we'll consider it. We don't need some puppy jumping on our baby and knocking her down all the time.”
“Aw, but a little dog wouldn't be so bad…not a little puppy named Cream Puff.” She grinned and lightly kissed his lips. “You can come up with some crazy ideas, honey.”
“You've trained me well,” he teased in reply. “Given me all your best pointers…”
Buffy laughed and brushed another kiss against his chin. “Weren't we going to go outside? “
“I just need to give Tara a heads up. When we find the bike, baby, you do realize that you and me are going to take it for a test-drive?”
“That's why I've got my coat on—oh, let me find my bra before we take off. I know it was tossed somewhere upstairs.”
“Don't bother. Who needs those silly under-wires anyway?”
“I do,” she answered, stopping his hand before it could sneak towards her chest.
“Okay then, run along if you insist, but make it quick--.”
“What about the kids?”
“What about them?”
“Should I make them a snack? I don't want them to get hungry.”
“It's early, barely ten.”
“I know, but--.”
“ Tara can fix them whatever they'd like, she'll take care of them if they get hungry.”
“Oh, okay.”
“Buffy, what's wrong?”
“Nothing, I just—aren't we going to eat as a family today? It's Christmas… William, don' t you think it'd be nice?”
“That sounds very nice.”
“I don't want to be any trouble, I just thought--.”
“It's no trouble at all. You have a say here, Buffy. You want a family meal? We'll have one; we usually do anyway. I'll just ask Tara to guard the kitchen until we come back. We shouldn't be out long. We'll just drive around the neighborhood.”
“Thank you.”
“You don't have to thank me.”
“I know, but I want to. I'm still getting a hang of this queen of castle stuff. I've got all this power…it's nice, it's different, and I hope it won't all go to my head.”
“Oh, we'll keep your ego grounded, honey. I'll see to it myself that you don't get too unruly.”
“Oh, thanks,” Buffy panted, instantly turned on by his words and soft voice. After he whispered in her ear, Buffy could still feel William's breath on her neck. “If we're going outside, we should…”
“You're right.” Instead of giving her the kiss she desperately wanted, William gave Buffy another wink and headed down the hallway. “I'll meet you on the front porch in five minutes. Don't be late.”
***
“It's just your typical yard, I guess. There's grass, some dying flower beds, a big tree, a white picket fence.”
“Um, isn't that a brown fence? And what exactly makes a picket a picket?”
“Okay, so maybe white pickets weren't on sale, but I can promise you it was made with all the appropriate homey notions in mind.”
“Did you make the fence yourself?”
“Of course I—no, I didn't make the bloody fence. We paid for someone to do it. “
“Aw. That's okay, you're still my favorite handy man.”
“And how is that a good thing exactly?”
“Uh…I pay you in sexual favors?”
“Well, if that's the case, you've been more than a little slack on my payments.”
Buffy didn't speak; she gave William a sideways glance as they traveled on the sidewalk from one corner of the yard to the other.
“What's wrong? No comeback? No witty remark?”
“I was half naked ten minutes ago.”
“Yes, and now you're not.”
“Because you want to find your present! Don't make it sound like I don't want to, because I—I wanted to have sex in the laundry room remember?!”
“Yeah, yeah,” William chuckled. After they reached the side-door to the garage, he unlocked it and stepped inside the dark room. “I'm not saying that you don't want to,” he continued, turning on a light, “I'm saying that—Buffy?”
“That's our family-mobile?” She peeked into the garage and took a few careful steps. “It's beautiful!”
“Oh, is it now?”
“It's not a minivan at all!”
“No, but--.”
“It's cute! It's black—it's so cute!”
“Yes, love, and it's also a SUV,” William added with a laugh.
Buffy tiptoed even closer and flashed him a toothy grin. “Can I go inside?”
“Sure, why not?”
“It's so nice,” Buffy whispered, slipping into the backseat. She ran her hands along the upholstery and continued to beam. “Do you actually let me drive it, William? You never let me drive our squad car.”
“That's because we'd never get anywhere in one piece. Scoot over.”
“Hey, that's not true! I'm a good driver!”
“No, Summers, you're really not.”
“And you wonder why I'm not—oh, wow, we have a CD player?!”
“Yes, dear, most cars have CD players nowadays.”
“Really? What else does the car have? God, will you look at all these cup holders!”
“Buffy,” William laughed. He lightly held her hips and pulled her back from where she was leaning into the front section of the car. “Get over here.”
“Can we take a test-drive in this too? Please?”
“If you want to,” he answered, settling Buffy in his lap and making her gasp once he kissed her. “You're so bloody—you drive me completely crazy.”
“I don't mean to drive you crazy. I guess I got a little carried away about the car, but--.”
“Hush. I was about to tell you that I love you.”
“Oh, William…I love you too.”
“You might’ve noticed that along with being both cute and black, the car’s also quite roomy…especially here in the backseat.”
“Oh, really? I haven’t noticed.”
“Buffy, I don’t want to play anymore. I also don’t want any bloody interruptions; I just want you. We’ve said that we love each other, now I want to be with you and tell you how I feel while I’m inside you.”
“Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Did you think I’d say ‘no, but thank you’?”
“No.”
“Then let’s do this,” she said, between kisses. “William—honey, do the seats fold down…?”
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Author's Chapter Notes:
I'm sorry this is so late. I had writer's block, then I came down with the stomach flu and sadly writing was the last thing that I wanted to do.
I hope this is worth the wait!
Jennifer
I hope this is worth the wait!
Jennifer