Chapter 41- Breakin’ Through
I’m aware of someone’s hand trailin’ up my chest and kisses bein’ placed on my neck. Willow?
“Willow?!”
“Buffy?”
“Glad you got my name straight, finally. If you had said Andrew I was gonna leave your ass.”
“B-B where’s Will?”
“She left.”
“You let her go?!” I stiffen.
“Relax, Faith, Xander’s with her, they went back to HQ to talk and strategize, they decided to hold the rest of the debrief there.”
“Why aren’t we there?” I sit up and try to shake the sleep from my head.
“Well…” I can hear the playful tone in her voice. “Our appointment is in a few hours, and I thought we could use the rest and alone time.”
“Alone time, huh?” I look back at her and wiggle the brows; she gets that shy smile that I love on her face, her cheeks show a hint of a blush.
“Well, maybe just a little.” She sits up and rubs my leg through the sheet. “I’ll be right back.”
“Where ya goin’, babe?” I just manage to catch her hand.
“Bathroom, wait right here.” She squeezes my hand reassuringly and then lets it go.
“Not goin’ anywhere, B.” I stretch back out on the bed and sink into the pillows.
Such a huge contrast to the fucked up day we had yesterday. I feel so peaceful. And how can that be with those assholes still on the loose, our headquarters blown up and Kennedy dead?
I guess that’s what Buffy does for me. What we do for each other. God, it’s changed so much over the years, our relationship.
We went from suspicious motives, to tentative friendship, to betrayal and hatred, to suspicion again and now love.
I’m brought out of my thoughts by the sound of the toilet flushin’, soon Buffy’s walkin’ into the room and she goes to the door to make sure it’s locked. She takes somethin’ off the little table and recites a few words. She must’ve asked Red to write the spell down so she didn’t fuck it up like we did the last time.
She’s turned a little to the side, and I can understand when people say they can practically see through someone’s clothes. Not that what B’s wearin’ is see through or nothin’, it’s just that I’m gettin’ really horny and I can imagine her with her nightgown off. She’s fuckin’ beautiful, big belly and all.
She drops the spell back down onto the table and walks over to the side of the bed that I’m on, she’s just standin’ there. Waitin’.
I lift up the sheet and scoot over so she can get in, she sits down on the bed with her back turned to me, she looks back at me all coy, and I can see the heat in her eyes.
Minx. God, she makes me nuts.
I get up on my knees and crawl over to her, pushin’ her hair off her shoulder and away from her neck so I can plant kisses all over it. Her neck is delicate, but I love the power I can see in it and her shoulders. She make look all small but it’s the most efficient use of muscle I’ve ever seen in a body. I breathe in deep, her shampoo is sendin’ my libido into overtime, she’s sendin’ my libido into the fuckin’ stratosphere.
Her breathin’ is increasin’ and she’s squirmin’ all around, tryin’ to turn towards me, tryin’ to pull my head closer to her neck, tryin’ to get her nightgown off. I smirk, ‘cause I know how she wants it, I know how she wants me to be.
I stop what I’m doin’ to her neck and hook my hands under her armpits slidin’ her back on the bed into the middle. I scramble around to the front of her and sit on her thighs, bein’ careful not to put pressure on her stomach, I push her down so she’s layin’ back on the mattress puttin’ a little pressure on her arms, lettin’ her know who’s in charge. Her eyes go wide and then narrow with desire.
We spend a few minutes kissin’ passionately and I take that time to rip her night gown down the front, she gasps into my mouth.
“Brute,” She says when the kiss breaks, but the smirk on her face tells me she loved that I did it.
“Yeah, that’s me, Butch T. Brute.” I wink and she laughs.
As she’s layin’ there I can tell she wants my clothes gone, so I decide to give her a little show. I smooth my hands over the front and sides of my shirt and slowly make my way to the bottom of it.
She reaches out to help me and I take her hands in mine, “I thought it was clear what your role in all this was.”
“What?”
“You’re under my control now, what I say goes.”
“Who said?” She’s playin’ all coy.
“I did,” I lean over her and push her arms back into the mattress puttin’ a little pressure on them again to let her know who’s boss here. I don’t put too much, ‘cause really I don’t wanna hurt her, even if she wanted me to I couldn’t, not anymore. That’s why in battle I’m glad the slayer takes over, ‘cause there’s sometimes when we gotta play off each other to win, and that means we might accidentally hit each other or step on each other’s back or a whole host of other different ways we could knock the shit out of each other without meanin’ to.
Again her eyes are narrowed, she’s lettin’ me know I may be in control, but she’ll fuckin’ clock me one if I get too nuts.
“Why you gettin’ all mad, B? Is it ‘cause Faithy’s in charge?” That makes her laugh. Angelus called me that once and every once in a while I use it when I wanna be a goof. He did it to get under my skin, ‘cause he thought it was close to ‘Buffy’ and he was lettin’ me know which slayer mattered more. I already knew and accepted that, it don’t mean I let him get one over on me. I’m Faithy, bitches, let ‘em try and mess with me.
She’s gettin’ a little impatient ‘cause I’m takin’ my time, I’m just perched on her legs, leanin’ over and lookin’ into her eyes.
“Faith,” She whispers.
“Yeah?”
“Please…”
“Please what?”
“I wanna see you.”
“I’m right in front of you, B. Your eyes go all whacky or somethin’?”
“No, you know what I mean.”
“No, I really don’t.”
She sighs a little frustrated sigh and tries to pull her arms out of my grasp. I tighten my grip. She could really fuck me up if she wanted to, but she loves feelin’ a little dominated somtimes, so I know she won’t push me off her. Again, I push her arms down into the mattress.
“It’s me in charge, you got that?”
She nods.
“I didn’t hear nothin’, I said, ‘You got that’?” I smirk
“Yes,” She says breathlessly and a little bitter but I can tell she loves it.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Faithy.”
I laugh, “That’s right, I’m fuckin’ Faithy, damnit!” I lean forward and we kiss passionately. After a few minutes I lift up off her legs and shift to the side. I get mesmerized by the size her boobs seem to have grown to. Damn, it’s like she got the best kind of implants, because they’re all big and natural and I hope she doesn’t get mad that I’m pervin’ on ‘em.
I lean forward and kiss around the side of the left one, this is my favorite, Buffy’s more sensitive on the left and I like to pay special attention to it. She’s already squirmin’ under me as I lick closer to her areola and then she starts moanin’ when I finally close my lips around her nipple. My tongue swirls around it for a little bit, I’m enjoyin’ her moans, and her hands find my hair so that she can keep my head close to her. Like I’d be tryin’ to go somewhere else. That makes me wanna smile and I look up at her as I create a seal with my lips on her breast and suck on her nipple. She can tell by my eyes I’m smilin’, she smiles back and whispers an ‘I love you.’
My heart swells and it sends a shot down to my groin.
After a few seconds of some serious suckin’, I’m surprised by the warm wetness that springs into my mouth, and I let a little gurgle sound out of my throat at the taste of it.
Damn! I should have known that this is why her breasts were gettin’ so big, but I didn’t really think much of it. Duh!
I pull one of her hands out of my hair and link our hands together, she loves when we connect like this durin’ sex.
I don’t think it sucks, either.
Buffy looks at me with curiosity because I’m goin’ to town on her nipple and I’m bein’ real vocal about it, then her eyes get really wide and she tries to pull me off when she realizes what’s happenin’.
“No, Faith!”
I just mmmm my response and keep suckin’.
“Faith!”
Finally after a few more moments I lift my mouth off her nipple.
“What?”
“Th-that’s gross…isn’t it?”
Man, the look on her face is so classic Buffy, I wanna laugh out loud, so I do.
“B, you’re seriously grossed out by that?!”
She shrugs and then nods once, quickly.
“That’s a natural occurrence, why would you be grossed out by it?”
“I don’t know it just seems…icky.”
“No, it’s yummy.” I think of something I can compare it to. “Ya know when you pour the creamer in your coffee when we’re out at a diner and you take a sip from the little container it comes in, and you make that little yum sound in your throat?”
She does that because it’s so sexy and she knows I love to see her do it, but it stemmed from her love of the half and half in the cup. ‘Extra creamy goodness’ she calls it.
She looks like she’s rememberin’ doin’ that very thing and then nods at me.
“Yeah, well that’s what it tastes like, kinda warm though, and pretty awesome.”
“Yeah?”
I nod, “Yeah.”
“I don’t know…”
“Buffy,” I cut her off, “I can’t believe you have a problem with this.” I point to her breast. “I’ve had a lot more things of yours in my mouth that you should be grossed out over.”
She laughs way too hard and now I’m the one with the curious look on my face.
“R-Remember…” She has to stop to laugh again. I’m laughin’ a little with her ‘cause I can’t help it. “Th-that t-time…” Again she starts the laughin’ where she can’t catch her breath.
“Breathe, B, breathe.” Don’t need her passin’ out before we get down and dirty, ‘cause yeah, we’re still doin’ that.
“Wh-when…” She cracks up again and I take a moment to help her get herself together by rollin’ her nipple in between my fingers and pullin’ slightly. “Oh..ho…hold on…” she keeps laughin’ and finally catches her breath.
“You remember…” She lets out that half laugh and groan that people get when they’re tryin’ to surpress a huge laugh. So fuckin’ cute. “Wh-hen you were licking me…” She pauses to get the laugh that’s dying to come out go then she gets it together a little better, “…all…all over that one day?”
“Which one?” There’re so many.
“A c-couple of days after we got together for the first time. W-we were getting ready to go to the train station to see you, Giles and Satsu off to London.”
“Oh, man.” I groan.
“Yeah,” She starts gigglin’. “You wanted to give me something to remember you by and took your time licking me all over,” She starts laughin’ again and I shudder as I remember why she’s laughin’. “E-Even my armpits!”
“Damn, B, why you gotta make fun?”
“The look on your face!” She barely gets out as she starts laughin’ hard again.
“Who knew your peach scented deodorant would taste so fuckin’ disgustin’?!”
That makes her laugh even harder.
That’s right, she had just finished puttin’ on her deodorant after her shower when I decided to take her back in the bedroom and worship her body for a while, commitin’ it to memory. Every square inch. Until I came to her armpit and it just smelled so good, like peach fuckin’ pie, and I stupidly took a huge lick. I guess I was delirious with lust at the time. Shit dude, I must have had the worst fuckin’ sourpuss look on my face, ‘cause it tasted worse than anything I ever had in my mouth, and I’ve gotten some bad shit in there from just slayin’ mishaps.
It killed the mood for a while, I’ll tell ya that. I had to rush into the bathroom to wash my mouth out and brush the shit off my tongue. Buffy was cryin’ with laughter then too. Little brat.
I’m still kneadin’ her breast as she’s laughin’ but her laughs become less and less as I start lickin’ the soft, warm flesh around her nipple.
“S-So, it doesn’t taste bad?”
“Mmm, not at all baby, I think I might gain a hundred pounds on that stuff, it’s so creamy.”
“Yeah?” She’s got that hesitant sound to her voice, but it’s the one that tells me she loves it. She loves it all.
“Yeah, just like somethin’ else I know.” I trail my hand down to her creamy pussy.
She gasps as I rub her clit in a steady round and round motion and happily go back to suckin’ on her nipple.
“Oh, god Faith, god…”
I want to do more than just what I’m doin’ right now, I’m so excited I want to do everything, but somethin’ tells me B wants to take it slow. I can tell what she wants just by the way she’s squirmin’, she’s not tryin’ to take things into her own hands so to speak, she wants to make it last.
I remove my fingers from her clit and she grabs my hand to put it back on her.
“No, baby, just wait, you’ll see.” I wink at her.
“Please,” She whispers.
I lick my lips and she bites hers, she knows what I want to do to her.
On my way down to my destination I leave little kisses all over her body, stoppin’ to pretend that I’m gonna take a big lick of her arm pit; that gets her gigglin’ again, she gradually stops as my kisses get closer to her chest. This time I take a few minutes lickin’ and kissin’ around each nipple then givin’ them their own kiss and licks, and even a bit of a nibble, which she shows her appreciation for with a low moan.
After I hear a bit of an impatient moan I slide down further, givin’ the belly a kiss and a rub, for good luck. Soon we’ll be seein’ what we’re havin’. Man, that’s some heavy shit.
I don’t dwell on it, because I don’t want to start feelin’ like I’m not gonna be a good parent again. I’ll take care of that later.
Right now I gotta take care of this sweet muffin in front of me. I settle down in between her thighs and give them their own kisses and nips, can’t let anyone feel left out. She spreads her legs further, makin’ sure I have enough access.
Damn, she wants it pretty bad. I feel in just enough of a playful mood that I would normally slide all the way off of the bed pretendin’ I fell off, but I know she wouldn’t have that shit and I might end up with the lamp from the end table upside my head.
Heh.
I dive right in so to speak, pressin’ my face real close to her, so close I feel like I’m drownin’ in her wetness. I feel her hands in my hair holdin’ me to her.
“Yesssss…” She rasps out when I slide my tongue into her. “Oh, yeah, right there baby.”
Where else? I wanna laugh, but I’m busy.
Her legs are flailin’ around a bit and I help her out by puttin’ them over my shoulders, to take the pressure off her back. My left thumb is on her clit and it’s rubbin’ just from the motion of her hips, I don’t have to think too much about it, which is good ‘cause her pussy is givin’ me somethin’ to think about.
It’s pourin’ juices out almost faster than I can catch ‘em with my tongue, and I keep plungin’ in and out of her hole to try and keep up with her wetness. Her moans are gettin’ louder and her feet are drummin’ into my back. My own clit is throbbin’ and I’m squeezin’ my thighs together to give it some relief. I know if this goes for a long time, I could come this way, but from the way her hole is clenchin’ on my tongue I know it’s not gonna be that long.
She give a couple short hard thrusts and calls my name out in a long loud moan, and my clit spasms and throbs just like hers is doin’.
FUCK! I can’t believe I came like that. I moan into her then lap at her hole when I recover, which isn’t long, but I hold on to keep her steady and so I don’t fall in and drown. I feel kinda done, but I wanna make her pleasure lasts as long as it can.
As her legs quiet down I know her clit can’t take anymore, so I kiss around her hole, and lap up any remainin’ juice before finally crawling my way up to her, she’s laid flat out like she was blasted back into the bed by somethin’ really strong.
“You with me?”
She lets out a long breath, “Forever.”
“You’re damn right!” I laugh and then settle on the side of her givin’ her neck soft kisses; she finally blinks like she’s just come back to life.
“Woah,”
“Yeah, woah.”
“How’re you feeling?”
“Wonderful, your magic powers hit me right where it counted.”
“Really? You…you came?”
“Mmmhmm” I kiss my way softly along her jaw.
“Wow,”
“I’ll say,” Finally, I make it to her lips. Before I kiss her, I notice a bit of a worry line come out on her forehead.
“Faith, do you think it was wrong?”
“That we just made love?”
She hesitates a moment, then nods.
“Nah, K’s probably watchin’ and sayin’ how she coulda done better.”
“Oh god, Faith! Don’t say stuff like that.” She’s reachin’ for the covers that are nowhere within her reach. I kicked them off the bed when I made my way down her body. I stop her by takin’ her hands in mine and holdin’ them close to my body.
“Buffy, we took some comfort in each other, we didn’t fuck while Willow was cryin’ in our bed for her lost girlfriend. We’re not gonna fuck in front of her parents as Willow tells them she’s gone.”
Shit, I forgot about that.
“Oh no!” I guess B forgot about it too. “Her parents and sister! Has anyone gotten in touch with them?”
“I think Will said she spoke to her sister yesterday, her parents are in Brazil and her sister wants to tell them in person, so Will’s gonna go with her, they’ll teleport there tonight.”
We’re silent for a little while. Both of us probably thinkin’ the same thing. Life is so fuckin’ fleetin’, so there one minute and gone the fuckin’ next. We have to take comfort in the fact that we’re still here, and we have to go on and do what we can to live.
When did I become so fuckin’ wise?
“I’m tired,” Buffy sighs. “What time is the appointment again?”
“Three thirty, they said to get there at least a half an hour before to fill out some paperwork.”
“Ok,” She looks like she has somethin’ to tell me that I’m not gonna like. “Do you mind if I sleep a bit?”
“B, why’re you askin’ me?”
“I didn’t want to leave you alone.”
Shit, that makes me feel like cryin’, she’s worried about me.
“Baby, you sleep if you need to, you’re sleepin’ for two now,” I rub her belly keepin’ the mood light. “Bad baby, makin’ momma tired.”
She laughs at that, “Your voice is too cute when you talk to the baby.”
“Yeah, don’t let anyone else know.”
“I think you’ve done it in front of everyone, stop trying to be so tough.”
I stick my tongue out at her.
“There’s my girl, that was a good one, I especially liked when you wiggled it.” Her sleepy voice sounds mischievous.
HA! Minx.
“I’ll get you later,” I wink.
“Promise?”
“Always, B”
She sighs out and settles onto her side, I get off the bed and gather the covers, placin’ them over her and tuckin’ ‘em in to make sure she’s warm enough.
I’m not tired.
“Cuddle?” She whispers. Heh, I don’t think I can ever just get away with gettin’ up and leavin’ her alone to drift off to sleep, unless it’s an emergency. But I love this, bein’ together like this, so I don’t mind one bit.
“Sure, baby.” I lift the covers and get in behind her. That bout of lovin’ just rejuvenated me, as soon as she drifts off I’ll get up and take my shower, then see what to make for lunch, she’ll be hungry when she gets up, I know ‘cause I’m fuckin’ starvin’. I’m what my friend Brian and I used to call Fungry. Fuckin’ hungry, dude. I just hope my stomach doesn’t growl and scare the shit outta B.
As I lay there, I think of her earlier question and wonder if she wasn’t askin’ if havin’ a kid was a mistake. Like ya know when you ask a question, and you’re worried about the person’s reaction and they think you’re askin’ somethin’ else, so they answer that and you just let it go, ‘cause you really didn’t wanna know their real answer was to the question you didn’t wanna ask in the first place? I might have to bring it up again, even if I don’t wanna, I don’t want her worryin’ about things.
I place my hand on her stomach and bunch up closer to her. The warmth comin’ off her skin just feels so fuckin’ good. I wonder if the tingle I feel under my hand is comin’ from the baby. And as much as I’m still fucked up in the head, and I won’t win no mother of the year awards, I don’t think gettin’ her pregnant and bringin’ this baby into the world was a mistake at all.
I’d call that a breakthrough.
“Faith!”
I stop makin’ the last sandwich and run to the stairs.
“What’s the matter, B?”
“Uhhh, well, I think…”
I run up the stairs, into the room, and stop in front of her.
“Is it time?!”
“What time?”
“Time, time! Is it time?!”
She’s lookin’ at me real fuckin’ curiously. “What?”
“Did your water break?”
“N-no…but.”
“But, what?! What’s the matter?”
“The covers are wet, I think I might have wet the bed.”
I feel like laughin’ but she’d fuckin’ clock me one, so I just lift the covers to take a look.
“Don’t smell like you wet the bed, are you sure it wasn’t your water breakin’?” I feel around her on the bed.
“I’m pretty sure. Wouldn’t I be having contractions?”
“I guess.”
As I’m feelin’ around I notice a familiar smell, it’s sweet. I look to where the source of the wetness might be comin’ from and it confirms my suspicions.
I manage to keep another laugh in check.
“Uh, B. I think baby girl sprung a leak.”
“Baby girl?”
I point to where her nipple is wet with milk.
Her hand flies up to her breast.
“Faith! It’s all your fault!”
“Huh?”
“If you didn’t get her started this wouldn’t have happened!”
“Buffy, you were layin’ on your newly ginormous breast, it woulda happened without my help.”
She sighs a frustrated sigh.
“So what now? I’ll be sitting in a Scooby meeting and my shirt will have two giant wet spots?”
“Nah, baby. They make pads for that stuff. They’re circular and fit in your bra. Shit, we gotta get to a maternity store for ya. With everything that’s been goin’ on I forgot you needed other stuff besides pretty dresses.”
She laughs. “How’d you know so much about this stuff? You’ve been reading on the sly?”
“Nah, I spent a lot of time with Aunt Dee when she had the girls, I changed diapers and helped her with all kindsa things.”
“I thought the other day you said you couldn’t change Joey’s very well?”
“I didn’t say I was a diaper changin’ expert. ‘Sides, usually when they were shitty I’d let Aunt Dee know she had to change it, while runnin’ out the door.”
“Sneak,” B’s got that playful sound to her voice, guess she’s relieved she didn’t piss the bed. “I’ll have to remember that.”
I throw the covers all the way off and hold my hand out to her, “You won’t remember nothin’ after I keep your brain so mushed up with lovin’.” She takes my hand.
“Oh, yeah?” She looks like she loves that thought.
“Yeah, now get that hot little ass in the shower before I spank it.” Damn, there’s a thought.
“You went from constant loving to spanks, how’s that possible?”
“Spanks from Faithy are lovin’ too.” I wink and to my relief she laughs. Have I said how thankful I am she’s not cryin’ at the drop of a hat? I remember Aunt Dee used to give Uncle Jim fuckin’ fits, he didn’t know whether to hold her, stay away or jump in front of a fuckin’ semi doin’ 60.
“Are you gonna come help in the shower?”
“As much as I’d love to, we’d never get out, and we’d miss the appointment, so don’t tempt me. I’ll help you get in though.”
We go into the bathroom and I turn on the shower for her, then make sure she doesn’t fall while tryin’ to step in.
“Call me when you’re done and I’ll help you out.”
“Thanks, Faithy.” She smiles. I’m never gonna lose that nickname now.
“You’re welcome, B.” I lean in for a quick kiss and she lets it linger, givin’ me somethin’ to think about for later.
Today’s gonna be just for us. We have to go to the doctor’s and we might have to take care of some business later if Alicia decides to show, but this afternoon, like this mornin’ will be just me and B, like we always have been. Laughin’ and lovin’.
‘Cept for those times we tried to kill each other.
“I shouldn’t have eaten that third sandwich.” Buffy groans and puts her hand on her stomach.
“You need to be sick?” I look around for a place she can yark.
“Nah, I just feel so full and waddly.”
“Oh, well, this walk’ll help get rid of some of the sluggishness, you’ll see.”
We’re only a few blocks from the doctor’s office, so we’re takin’ a nice stroll there. The sun is shinin’ and it’s not too hot. It’s a really clear day.
I look up at the sky and out of the corner of my eye, I notice two girls standin’ on a buildin’, they nod at me when they see me. I recognize ‘em as two of Rona’s former lieutenants they’re standin’ guard. This town is small enough to where we can get a few slayers in key locations and we’re ok. Can’t be too careful, but we don’t wanna be too suspicious either.
Soon we’re at the buildin’ with the doctor’s office and we’re just starin’ at the door. I guess we’re both a bit nervous.
After a few moments Buffy’s back straightens and she takes my hand. I instantly straighten up too and open the door, here goes somethin’. Heh. I love that line, I might get it on a T-shirt.
Buffy’s fillin’ out the forms the receptionist gave her, and we’re tryin’ not to lie too much but if she listed all of her injuries we’d be here all fuckin’ day. She’s gotta ask me questions too ‘cause they want to know if the father has any history of diseases or family history of health problems.
And before you go jumpin’ to fuckin’ conclusions: No, I’ve never had any STD’s. Can’t say that for Buffy though, she told me one time she had crabs, but she wouldn’t tell me who gave ‘em to her. My guess was Spike, but now that I’m thinkin’ about it, it could have been someone she hasn’t mentioned she was with. I don’t think it was Parker, even though I’d like to pin that shit on him. Speakin’ of that, I’d like to pin him to a wall and let some vamps have at his veins. I put that out of my mind, I don’t wanna be angry here.
After we finish the forms, I sit back and put my arm around Buffy, she puts her hand on my leg and we’re not sayin’ nothin’. Just mindin’ our own business. I notice one guy with what I assume is his wife, look at where B has her hand and then wink at another guy and they share a smile. One of the guy’s women sees it and elbows him in the gut. I blow it off, don’t need to start shit, they’re not bein’ outright hostile or nothin’ just livin’ a little fantasy out in their heads.
‘Sides, this whole town is gay, must be somethin’ in the water. Heh.
“Ms. Summers?” The nurse who just came out of the door looks around at the room and Buffy raises her hand. “This way please.” She smiles a bright smile, and damned if she don’t look like K when I first saw her in Sunnydale. Buffy must think so too, ‘cause she looks a bit like she’s seein’ a ghost. Finally, we get our wits about us and give her a warm smile. She’s probably thinkin’ we’re weird.
I guess she’d be right. We can be very fuckin’ weird.
“You’re in room #3, I’m Yvette and I’ll help get you prepped, the doctor should be right in. Then we’ll get you to the nutritionist who’ll make sure you’re eating right. From the looks of it, you’re very healthy.”
Buffy nods and takes the gown from Yvette, she’s still a little stunned.
“You’ll need a full physical, I understand you haven’t seen anyone since your sixth week and now you’re at least…5 months I’d say, no?” She’s eyein’ up Buffy’s stomach.
B nods again, lookin’ a little embarrassed. “Well, I’ll let you get undressed and put that on. I’m sorry, is this your…?” She’s lookin’ at me.
“Girlfriend,” I say and B gives me a look. “What?”
“She’s my wife, she keeps forgetting.” Buffy says to Yvette, soundin’ a bit irritated.
Yvette looks like she’s walked into a fight but she manages a smile. “I forget I’m married sometimes, too.” She winks at me.
What the shit is that supposed to mean? I look at Buffy like I didn’t even hear Yvette’s comment, ‘cause it’s not helpin’ me.
I think she realizes how that sounded and looked. “I-I mean because I work so much.”
“Oh,” Buffy says relieved. I think some of those hormones are seepin’ in today.
“I’ll leave now, and when I come back I promise, no more inappropriate sounding comments, how’s that?”
We laugh.
“Sounds great,” I say. “Thanks.”
“No problem.” She says as she leaves. No inappropriate looks either. Whew.
“I hate these things,” B says as she puts the gown on the bench and starts to get undressed.
“I know, not fashionable at all.” I pick it up and inspect it. It’s paper and scratchy feelin’, I hope it doesn’t irritate Buffy too much.
Finally, she’s all done dressin’ and complainin’, Yvette comes back in and tells B to piss in a cup. She goes in the little bathroom they got off this room and does her thing, all the while mutterin’. When she comes out she holds the cup like it’s radioactive, Yvette takes it from her and gives it to another attendant and then waits as Buffy washes her hands, then she takes some vitals.
I watch all of this like an out of body experience.
I don’t know why but I’m fuckin’ goin’ nuts, I feel like I’m about to crawl out of my skin and I wanna scream.
I guess I’m nervous about seein’ the kid, nervous about bein’ a parent at all, nervous about fuckin’ it all up.
In a minute, we’re supposed to get an ultrasound and find out the sex of the baby and I’m just feelin’ weird that I’ll be able to see it and I’m wonderin’ how I’m gonna act.
Like, what happens if I see it and I don’t feel a connection? Buffy would fuckin’ kill me. Or I start thinkin’ that I’m not good enough to raise a kid again and take it out on her. I don’t know why seein’ the baby on the screen will be different then seein’ Buffy with a big belly and knowin’ I helped make her that way, but it just seems like it’s gonna be.
Fuck, maybe we did make a mistake. Someone fuckin’ kill me, please.
I just kinda stand mute to the side, silently havin’ a massive fuckin’ breakdown, while the nurse and attendant do their thing to Buffy who I can see lookin’ at me from the corner of my eye. I bet she’s wonderin’ what she’ll do and say if I bolt.
A little while later there’s a short knock on the door and the doctor comes in.
“Ms. Summers, my name is Dr. Mendoza.” He shakes B’s hand politely as she’s on the table all layin’ awkwardly with her feet in the stirrups. Then he looks at me. “This is your wife?”
I nod at him. Yvette must have given him the heads up.
He holds his hand out, I take it and introduce myself.
“Looks like you’re a bit worried about the scan, Faith.” How the frick did he know? I guess my face is a fuckin’ open book. I keep forgettin’ about that.
“Just a little,” I sigh. “Kinda anxious more than worried.” I jam my hands into the pockets of my jeans and shrug.
“Well don’t be, this scanner is state of the art.” He pats it like it’s his kid and he’s proud of it. “You’ll be able to see your baby in 3D. How does that sound?”
My eyes go wide.
“Great,” I manage to grunt out. Just great.
“You’re not convinced, I can tell, but don’t worry it won’t be gory, I promise.”
First, he gets in front of B and tells her the standard stuff, she might feel a little pressure and the instrument is a little cold and blah, blah, blah. I look away for a little bit while he does his thing, when I look back, he puts a swab on a tray Yvette has and she takes that away, then he helps B take her feet outta the stirrups and then puts a thin paper blanket over her lower half and pulls the gown up over her belly. Yvette tells Buffy the gel will be cold, and true to form Buffy squeals a little and squirms around.
That makes me laugh and the doctor smiles at me, “She’s ticklish, no?”
“Very.”
“Look who’s talking,” Buffy says to me.
I forget I was havin’ a breakdown two minutes ago and I blow her a kiss. I know I don’t wanna fight, even if it’s a pretend one.
“Here we go, moms.”
I take my hands outta my pockets and reach for B’s hand.
He puts the wand thingie to her belly and then the screen crackles to life. I’m holdin’ onto her hand like we’re standin’ in a stiff wind and I’m afraid she’s gonna be blown away. She puts her other hand over mine, holdin’ on just as hard.
After a few moments of nothin’ I see a shape. “There we are, moms. There’s your baby.”
I’m fuckin’ speechless. I don’t even know what to say. Heh. Fuck, I’m dumb sometimes.
“Oh, god, Faith.” Buffy gasps. “I-I can’t believe it, the nose, the lips…it’s…it’s…”
She stopped in mid sentence but I know what she’s talkin’ about.
It’s me, only in a smaller form, and all ‘Tron’ lookin’.
“You wanted to know the sex, right?” Doctor Mendoza says gettin’ ready to move the wand lower.
“It’s a girl,” I say. I dunno why, I just have a feeling.
“You’re absolutely right,” The Doc says as he sees between the baby’s legs.
“She’s beautiful,” B says in awe. I can hear the tears in her voice, and don’t even realize I’m also cryin’ until I blink and feel one drop onto my cheek.
I let go of Buffy’s hand and walk closer to the monitor. Without even thinkin’ about it I kneel down and kiss the screen.
“Hey, look at you.” I say lovingly. Surprisin’ me with the strength of my voice. “Look at you all big and beautiful.” I kiss the screen again, not even thinkin’ about bein’ sanitary. “I’m one of your moms, and I’m here to tell ya that you’re gonna have the best life that we can give ya. Now, it’s not gonna be all fun all the time, sometimes you gotta do things like take naps when you don’t wanna, and eat things you don’t wanna, and do your homework when you don’t wanna, but me and your other mom will love you very much. You’re gonna be somethin’ some day, you’ll go to school and college and probably be a doctor. I don’t like lawyers so I don’t want you to be one of them.” I hear Buffy laugh. “Unless you’re one of the ones that do good things for families in need. Not one of the ones who tear families apart and allow dads to not pay support and add to your mom’s view of the world bein’ out to get her so that she takes it out on you anyway she can. No, baby, it’s gonna be a good life, I promise you that, and I hope you’re ready for it. This world might not be the best to be bringin’ you out into, there are a lot of hardships, but we love you and you’ll love us, too and that’s all that matters anyway.” I kiss the screen one more time and get up. I keep lookin’ for a few more seconds and then turn around.
B’s bawlin’ silently and Yvette’s got tears in her eyes. Even the doc looks a bit moved.
What? I didn’t think I said anything particularly stellar or nothin’, just what was in my heart.
I go back to Buffy and she grabs both my hands and kisses them. I lean in and give her a kiss, and she sweetens it by slippin’ a little tongue in.
“Woah, save that for later, baby.” I whisper in her ear after the kiss breaks.
“I’ve got a lot of stuff I’m saving for later.” Oh fuck, I hope so, ‘cause she’s got me all hot and bothered now.
After we remember where we are and there are other people in the room, I see that Yvette has cleaned B’s stomach and the doctor is waitin’ for us to be done so he can talk to Buffy about what’s next.
“Everything looks as it should, we’re just going to take some blood and then you can go see the nutritionist, who happens to be my wife.” He winks, then looks at me. “I’d like to talk to Faith a moment while Yvette is finishing up, is that ok?” He looks at us both.
I nod and Buffy says it’s ok.
He leads me out into a side room.
“Did you use a donor in the family?”
“Yeah,” I lie.
“When you answered the questions on the forms, you answered for him?”
“Yeah, is that ok?”
“Well, we really need him to come in, there’s just one more test we need to do.”
“He doesn’t have AIDS.”
“The father is around though, no?”
“It’s kinda complicated.”
The doc looks like he knows somethin’ and I fuckin’ get a sinkin’ feelin’, suddenly I look towards the door and I’m ready to bolt.
“Faith, I knew Rona, and my cousin Nettie is a slayer, I think you know her.”
Fuck, that’s a fuckin’ relief. I let a huge sigh out.
“Yeah, I know Nettie, she’s a good girl.”
“That’s good to hear.” He smiles then looks serious. “So, this was a mystical pregnancy?”
“In a way,” I’m not sure what I should tell him. “Like I said it’s complicated.”
“Faith, I don’t know what you’ll think of me, but I’d like to dedicate most of my practice to the cause. I heard what happened in New York and I was sick.” Fuck what I think of him, I wonder what he’d think of me if I picked him up and gave him a huge kiss. “Nettie said the girl who died was a hero.”
“She was; we were good friends.”
“I’m sorry for your loss.”
“Thanks.”
“Please, what can I do to help?”
“I’ll put you in touch with some people. It’d be good to have a place over here to be able to come to and we’re kinda out of a place right now where our docs can work from.”
He nods, I don’t know him from nowhere but I see the sincerity in his eyes. “They’ll call me?”
“Someone will be in touch, and thanks.”
“You’re welcome. Now open up,” He winks. I see he’s got a swab in his hand. He swabs my inner cheek and puts it in a bag. “Sorry, standard procedure.”
“I know.” Don’t wanna mess with standard procedure.
We shake and he gives me his card. “Please, have them call me, I’m serious.”
“I know ya are, I’ll let them know as soon as I can.”
“Good, see you soon.”
“You bet.”
When I get back in the room B’s all dressed and ready to go see the nutritionist.
“I’m hungry again.” She says with a blush, her stomach just growled loudly.
“Right after we see the nutritionist we’ll stop by that Brazilian barbeque place and get a couple platters of stuff.”
“That sounds wonderful!”
I’ll fuckin’ say. It’s great food and only $10 bucks for a huge thing of rice, 3 different kinds of grilled meat, Spanish cut fries, and steamed vegetables. I’ll call Aunt Dee and see what they’re up to, maybe I’ll need to get a few of them.
We get shown to another room, and a woman lookin’ like she’s 17 and a model, greets us as Carol, Dr. Mendoza’s wife, she’s also a doctor. We introduce ourselves and sit down as she gets out a chart.
“Have you been having any unusual cravings?” She asks Buffy.
“Like pickles and ice cream?”
“No, like starch straight out of the box.”
“Really?” Buffy says skeptically.
“Yes really,” Carol doesn’t look like she’s jokin’.
“No,” I can tell Buffy still thinks her leg’s bein’ pulled.
“Ok, how about paint chips?”
We both crack up. The doc ain’t laughin’ with us.
“Y-you’re serious?”
“Yes, I’m quite serious.”
“Paint chips?”
“Yes, have you had any cravings for them.”
“Not in the slightest.”
“Good,” Carol makes another tick on her chart and then gets out a wheel lookin’ thing, kinda like some pocket calendar but it’s round.
“When did you say your last period was?”
Fuck, that was like a month ago but she’ll be freaked out if we say that.
“I um, kinda had one a month ago.”
Oh well.
“So you’ve been having your period regularly?”
“Sorta,”
“Oh, then I guess we’ll have to wait for the results from your urinalysis to give an accurate date of when your baby will be born.”
I doubt it, but that’s not their fault. Super slayer baby is the problem. That girl is already makin’ problems. I’m gonna have to talk to her about that.
Me and B share a look and smile at each other.
“Here’s a list of some of the things you should be avoiding, and what you should be eating and drinking for the baby to be healthy. Which I hope upon hope you’ve already been doing. Why did you wait so long between doctor’s visits?”
“We-we…I was,” Buffy starts. Carol’s all ears, and looks at B over her glasses like she’s a teacher and B was caught cuttin’ class.
“Buffy and I were having some problems and uh…” I try to help her out but a knock on the door saves us.
“Carol, Pedro needs your assistance in the room two with one of the other patients, high risk.” She says with a look at the end that says it’s kinda urgent.
“Ok, I’ll be right there.” She looks back at us. “Just promise me you won’t leave it so long the next time, eh?”
“We promise.” Buffy says.
“We’ll see you in a couple of weeks?”
“Sure,”
“Stop by Vanessa’s desk and she’ll give you a card and the pictures from your scan.”
“Thanks,” We both say excitedly and then we all get up. She extends her hand to each of us.
“It was nice meeting both of you, see you soon.”
“You too.”
We rush out to reception area to get the pictures. We’re also hungry and now I can’t wait for our barbeque feast.
On our way to the place, I call Aunt Dee and she says they’re still in the city and have already eaten, they’re gonna come back tomorrow. It sounds like she wants to give us some alone time. I tell her about the baby and she squeals and tells the other people around her and I hear more squeals. She says they can’t wait to see the pictures.
We both tell each other to be careful and then hang up.
When Buffy and I get back to the house we lay out the food and make a nice dinner out of it. I have a bit of champagne and she has some white grape juice. We toast our good fortune.
It’s fuckin’ wonderful we can finally celebrate somethin’.
“Faith, where are those pads Vanessa gave us? And did you change the sheets?” B calls out from upstairs.
“Yeah, baby, hold your horses, the pads are in the hall on the table, I’ll get ‘em.” She must be leakin’, heh, I know it shouldn’t be but it’s funny to me. She’s still blamin’ me for suckin’ on ‘em and gettin’ her started, but I think it happened before and she won’t say ‘cause blamin’ me is funner. “And yeah, I changed the sheets, I even put ‘em in the washin’ machine.”
I’m walkin’ to the hall table by the front door when the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
“So domesticated you are.”
“Alicia, fuck, you’re so lucky I didn’t have a stake in my hand.”
“I think you know your instincts better than that. You would have broken off a piece of the table and I wouldn’t have gotten so much as a ‘so’ out if you didn’t feel it was me.”
“So”
She laughs, ‘cause she knows I’m makin’ fun.
“Yes, ‘so’. I was called to come here, they said you wanted to see me.”
“Yeah, but I’ll wait for B to finish gettin’ dressed.” I hold up the pads in my hand and realize she needs these. “I’ll be right back, down, don’t go anywhere.”
“I’m an eternal being, I’ve got all eternity, take your time.”
“Not if a piece of wood finds the sweet spot of your heart.” I don’t know why but I like to push her buttons.
“You’re exactly like your grandmother.”
That makes me stop and think.
“Faith!”
That makes me run up the steps.
I practically run over Buffy as she’s comin’ outta the room. “The pads!” She irritatedly takes them out of my hand. “Finally, the left one, the one you call sweetness is spouting like Old Faithful, you should’ve seen when I was in the shower. What?” She finally sees the look on my face.
“You’re fuckin’ beautiful.” She’s got this light comin’ from behind her and I see the angel I fell in love with comin’ outta the Bronze in Sunnydale, ‘cept this time she’s in a towel.
“You’re no slouch either, but we already did it for like two hours after dinner, Faith. I need a little more recovery time.” She laughs.
I don’t hear what she said, all I can think of is she’s my angel. I back her up to the wall and kiss her hungrily. She goes with it for a while, losin’ herself in the kiss until I feel her stiffen.
“Faith!” I’m nibblin’ at her neck and she tries to push me off. “Faith! There’s someone here, a vampy someone. I can feel it, the hairs on the back of my neck…”
“Oh, fuck, I forgot!”
“Alicia’s here, isn’t she?”
“Yeah, shit.”
“Let me get dressed and I’ll join you two downstairs. Really, Faith!”
“What?”
“You’re gettin’ as bad as me with the horniness!”
“Since when have I been better?”
I hear Alicia clear her throat.
“What’s with vamps and their sneaky ways?” I turn to her.
“After a few years of hiding in the shadows you get the knack.”
“Let’s go downstairs, B’s not done dressin’.”
“I heard, you weren’t being helpful in that capacity, in fact you were a hinderance.”
“You mind your own beeswax.” I say as I follow her down the steps.
Fuck, ‘beeswax’?
I’m definitely losin’ my edge.
Buffy’s finally done dressin’, even though she just had to put on a sun dress she took for-fuckin’-ever, but she looks like sex on a stick so I don’t complain.
Man, maybe I am havin’ sympathy horny pregnancy hormones like she said.
She says hello to Alicia and comes and sits on my lap. As soon as she finds a position she’s comfortable with, I shift her a little so she’s not cuttin’ off the circulation in my leg and we look at Alicia, waitin’ for her to begin.
She’s smilin’ and then realizes we’re waitin’ on her.
“I’m just so happy for you two.”
“We’re kinda happy too.” I squeeze B’s hand and we share a short laugh.
“Just a little.” She twists her head a little and gives me a quick kiss.
Ok, we’re bein’ a bit sickening I know, so we’ll stop. But Alicia looks like she’s proud.
“So, Alicia, I wanted to see you for a few reasons, one was that I heard…”
“About your father being controlled by Parker and Bobby.”
“Yeah, fuck, what the hell?! You got me mic’ed up?”
Buffy pulls my hand a little closer so I don’t try to get up.
“No, Willow contacted me and when I asked her about what you wanted, she told me.”
“Oh, ok. Sorry.” Still got that hot head I’m so famous for.
“It’s true, he was being controlled by them.”
“Why didn’t you tell me at Gee Gee’s wake that night?”
“Because, I still wasn’t sure of his motives. I didn’t find out until very recently about him being under their control. I’m sorry to say Faith, I’ve seen your father over the years, and he was exactly the person you remember from childhood.”
“But he was trying to change, wasn’t he?”
“Yes, he was, and for that I feel bad that he didn’t get to live to realize that.”
“So you would have told me if you knew before?”
“Of course, what do you think my life’s work is?”
“Bein’ a souled vamp?”
“And watching over you.”
I mumble somethin’ and B smacks my hand.
“What was that?” Alicia narrows her eyes at me.
“Nothin’, sorry.”
She sighs ‘cause she knows I can be pretty difficult when I wanna be, and I hate that she knows that but I don’t really know squat about her.
“Faith…” Alicia starts.
“Alicia,” B stops her. “Can I see you in the other room?”
“Sure, if it’s ok with Faith.”
“It’s ok with Faith.” B says and gives me that look like it better be ‘cause she’s doin’ it anyway.
I shrug. “Whatever.”
“Yeah, we’ll deal with ‘whatever’ later, you just wait here and be good.”
Buffy fuckin’ doesn’t trust me, after the day we had today. What the fuck is up with that?
She’s gotta treat me like I’m some kinda kid. I sit there with my arms folded across my chest and I grumble. Then I kick the leg of the coffee table and it goes skiddin’ across the room and knocks down some glasses.
“Faith?! What was that?”
“Nothin’ just dropped some stuff tryin’ to carry it to the sink.” I’m such a fuckin’ liar.
I jump up and put the coffee table back in place, and pick up the glasses that miraculously didn’t break. Shit, I need to clean up what spilled though.
As I’m moppin’ the stuff up, B comes back in the room.
“Have a good talk?”
“Faith, don’t be like that.”
“Buffy, like what?”
“Like that!”
“Oh, so if I take Alicia in the other room now you’ll be ok with staying here?” I say with my hand on my hip like she came home late and dinner is spoiled.
“Yes, in fact I was just going to tell you Alicia wants to see you in the other room.”
Fuck, I can’t even be mad at her for no reason and win. She can win at these kinds of childish fights, why can’t I?
I just stomp off into the other room. As soon as I get in I’m caught up in a headlock and I feel somethin’ sharp at my neck.
“Why do you mistrust me, Faith?”
“Maybe ‘cause you got me in a headlock and a knife to my throat?” As soon as I find out what I wanna she’s fuckin’ dead.
She lets me go and shows me it was a banana.
“You’re fuckin’ skatin’ on really thin ice Alicia, stop with the bullshit and tell me what I need to know.”
“Parker is at your apartment in the village, he’s been living there for a week now.”
I spin on my heel and open the door, Buffy’s puttin’ on her shoes and gettin’ her light jacket. Her stomach’s gone and she’s in her kickin’ ass outfit.
What the fuck?! Did I hit my head? Am I wakin’ up from a coma I didn’t know I was in?
One of the wicca come out of the kitchen.
And I point to her.
“Belly glamour, are you gonna get ready to go or what?”
“Buffy, you’re, you’re not…”
“No, I’m not.”
Phew.
“We are.”
“Wait, what are we doin’? Killin’ a human?”
“He’s not human anymore.”
Alicia says and I jump ‘cause I didn’t know she was behind me. Fuckin’ sneaky vamp.
“He’s a vamp?”
Buffy nods.
Fuck, what the hell’s happenin’, it’s all goin’ too fast.
“Trust me, Faith.”
Buffy teleports out with the wicca and I wanna fuckin’ smash somethin’.
“He’s slept in your bed this whole time.”
He’s fuckin’ dead, that fucker.
