Title: Choices 14/21
Author: Tori Deathangel
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: B/G
Disclaimer: Joss/Mutant enemy has it all. I just want to play for awhile
Distribution: Take it if you want it
"What's troubling you Luv?" he came from behind her and wrapped her up in his arms, kissing her neck.
She turned to face him staying encircled within his grasp, "What would you say if I told you I wanted to have a child, a baby?"
He looked into her eyes knowing full well that his next words will either make or break her. "Luv, there's nothing more I would like then for you to be the mother to our children," Her face lighted up, "But."
"I should have known there was a but, you had but face."
"Yes. well. um," he shook his head and extended out his hands, "Butt face?"
Her eyes widened, "No, No." she started giggling, "Not but face as in BUTT face, but the butt face that says there's a but, and I'm not explaining that too well."
He laughed, "Its alright, I knew what you meant."
"You did?"
He took off his glasses and began to clean them, "Yes well, for a few years, I've been interpreting Buffy speak."
"Oh good." Her smile faltered for a sec and she swatted him, "Hey!"
He loved how carefree she looked when she was like this, "Well, there," he paused to gather his thoughts, "There are other factors to consider as in the hellmouth and the slaying."
"Oh hey no prob, I can breast feed and bag vamps at the same time."
He shrugged the image out of his mind and replaced the glasses back on his face. "I imagine that you being the slayer and pregnant, that you will be much more of a target. Not to mention that this would be a first among any slayers." Her eyes began to well up <Bloody pillock! Now look what happened.> "I imagine with our fiends, we will manage."
She looked at him, "Really?"
"Yes Luv." They both envelope themselves in a passion, brought about by the hope of the future.
"It's been months! What could be wrong???!!!!" She threw the pregnancy test viscously in the garbage.
"Buffy, these things take time."
"Well, time I don't have." She yelled at him immediately regretting what she had just said.
He pulled her onto his lap, "What's this all about?"
"It's just, I want to bring up a little me or you so bad, I'm just afraid, because of who I am I might not see that."
He held her tight, "You have not become the longest living slayer just to be snuffed out now. Besides there isn't a remote chance in hell that will happen."
She looked into his eyes still letting the tears fall, "It won't?"
"You have far too many friends and namely myself who will not see that happen. We are all a team, which also means we don't let each other die. Now get yourself together, they are expecting us at the shop." He left her to her own devices in the bathroom, how was he too explain that he's fearful of losing her if she were to become pregnant.
"Hi guys!" she bounced in through the shop.
"So how's my nephew coming along?"
She stopped and looked at him.
Willow took one look at her face, "It's not?"
"It's not." With that she plopped into the chair, "I'll never get pregnant."
Willow looked at Tara and both nodded in silent agreement, in the background, Anya noticed that Buffy was unhappy and strangely enough, when Buffy isn't happy she isn't either, vowing to help her.
Behind the counter Giles poured over a book intent on giving his heart her desire no matter what.
2 Months later.
"I'm pregnant!" She shouted through the Magic Box.
Willow, Tara, Anya, and Giles all looked up and in unison, "I know." They looked at each other.
Anya spoke first, "I saw how unhappy you were and I cast this little fertilization spell that I know."
"So did we!"
"As did I." Giles removed his glasses, what were the odds that everyone had the same idea, well, only on the hellmouth.
Buffy pummeled at the vamp not noticing the one behind her until she whirled around after finishing off his friend, her heart stopped thinking that it would be her last moment she closed her eyes and waited for the inevitable.
"Buffy! You have to be more careful!"
Her eyes flung open and found precious green eyes staring back at her.
"Buffy? Are you alright?" He hugged her close, "Luv, you can't fight like this."
She pulled from him, "I still can, I'll be more careful."
"I want you patrol with someone else as well, I don't know what I would do if something were to happen to you."
Six months into the pregnancy.
Rupert Giles ran over to his wife that was lying unconscious on the ground and was relieved that she was all right. He carried her to the car to take her home.
"...And there will be more slaying." He looked deliberate at her as the rest of the gang watched on hoping that if Giles had left out any bitching that they would get their chance. "We will pick up in that respect, do you understand?"
She nodded.
"Luv, we are all just worried about you. Just worry about what you're eating and decorating the baby's room at our new house."
"I suppose." She caught the later half of what he said, "New house???!!!!"
"The one you were eyeing a week ago." She squealed as she grabbed him. "Buffy.. Getting a little difficult to breathe."
"Oh, sorry. The house. Our house! I'm so excited."
They all smiled, "Plus you will need to pick out all new appliances and furniture, we'll leave these here."
"I see a shopping trip in my future."
"That's the only thing you should concern yourself right now. We will handle the moving in and settling in."