Days in the Sun
November 7th, 2001 – Life
The skin beneath Spike’s fingers danced, or so it seemed, sometimes. He couldn’t help but touch it, touch her, as often as possible; and he couldn’t help smiling every time he did. At first she had tried to bat his hand away when he slid it beneath her top in public to reach her skin, but she had soon learned that it was useless to try to stop him. She still rolled her eyes, sometimes, but she smiled too.
Buffy’s first pregnancy had been just as miraculous as this one, but back then they had both been too preoccupied by their captivity to truly grasp the meaning of the tiny life growing inside her. When Spike had rested a hand on her belly then, it had always been a protective gesture, because they hadn’t known what to expect from their captors. It had always been with some hesitation, too. Love had not been part of the equation.
Things were different, now. There was nothing to fear from the Council anymore, and while Spike wouldn’t have minded showing his displeasure to them with a few deaths, he could accept that this kind of vengeance belonged to the past. He could accept it even more easily for the wondrous gifts he had been offered in exchange; Buffy’s love, and their children.
Another kick under his hand made him grin. He didn’t know how Buffy could sleep through this. He almost wanted to wake her up so that they could link their fingers on her belly and feel William together. She had insisted to name their soon to be born son after him, and Spike had not protested as much as he had thought he would. Not that he had ever imagined he would ever be in a position of having a child named for him.
He let her sleep, though. She needed the rest. He had tried to prevent her from lifting a finger during the move, but he had long ago realized that being pregnant only accentuated her stubborn streak. It had taken her mother’s stern look to stop her from carrying boxes around. To Spike’s chagrin, Joyce had given him the same disapproving stare, as though it were his fault if Buffy couldn’t keep still. Women…
He would have an ally, soon, in the midst of too much feminine insanity. He had vague memories of his human self having dreamed of a son to cherish and spoil. Fathering a child as a vampire was miraculous enough in itself that Spike had been elated long before he knew if Lisa would have a brother or sister; but something had shifted once they had been told which it would be. He didn’t think he would love William any more than he did Lisa, and yet… a son to call his, to teach, to watch become a man… it would be different. And he couldn’t wait to see how much.
Somehow, he had a feeling that the kicking meant William couldn’t wait either.
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