Unexpected Blessings
Parts 4-6


Written by: Pattyanne
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Summary: What can I say...Spike and Buffy have a baby...
Disclaimer: The show Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all of it's characters belong to Joss, Mutant Enemy, & Fox Prod.
A/N: I wrote this a while ago, but the recent baby fics being posted made me want to toss my hat in, as it were. This is the "prequel" to 'Daddy's Girl', which is not finished yet.
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The Fourth Month



"I think I'm starting to show," Buffy announced with a pleased smile as she climbed into bed.

"Starting to show what?" Spike asked from behind the newspaper he was reading.

"The baby, silly." She flicked the paper aside. "Don't you think so?"

"Well, I don't know." He grabbed the hem of her night- gown and tugged on it. "Lemme see," he begged, leering playfully.

Buffy allowed him to push her gown up and examine her abdomen. "See?"

"See what?"

"That bulge." She pointed to it. "Right there."

Spike shook his head. "That's not the baby. That's your dinner."

"Oh...what do YOU know." She swatted his hands away.

He answered her by reaching under the bed and producing a large picture book. "More than you think. I've been reading up on all things baby, Dr. Spock and the others. You'd be surprised what I know."

She WAS surprised. "Really?"

"Yeah, really," he said. "I want to be ready." He flipped the book open and tilted it towards her. "See...that's what baby looks like right now."

Buffy examined the photograph. "Yuck!"

"Hey!" Spike scolded. "It's not yuck. S'a bloody miracle is what it is."

"Why is everything "bloody" with you? Even a baby?"

He shrugged. "Just my nature," he said, turning the pages of the book. "How do you suppose they take these pictures, anyway?"

"Geez..I don't even want to think about it," Buffy shuddered. "By the way...where did you get this book?"

"Library."

She stared at him. "You don't have a library card."

"So what?"

Buffy rolled her eyes. "Oh, great!" She sat up and glared at him. "Fine role model you're gonna be...steal- ing from a library."

"Borrowing," he corrected her. "I'll take it back. Oh, look at THIS one."

"No thank you." She pushed the book away. "My dreams are strange enough right now without this sort of bedtime reading."

She slid down in the bed, stretching.

Spike watched her with admiring eyes. "You know...you don't look any bigger around the middle just yet, but you're definitely getting rounder in...other places." He leaned over and ran a suggestive finger around the neckline of her nightgown.

Buffy grinned, highly pleased at the compliment. "I noticed those, too," she said. "It's the first time in my life that I've ever felt stacked."

He tugged on the pink silk and peeked inside. "Lucky baby, to be so well fed."

Buffy reached for his hand, pushing it underneath the fabric until it was cupped over her right breast. "Baby won't be needing them for a while," she said softly. "I'm sure she won't mind if you play with them until then."

Her words, coupled with the tone of her voice and the feel of her breast, caused Spike to develop an instant erection.

Lowering his head, he kissed the soft flesh of her throat. He peeled her gown away from skin still damp and warm from her bath, and gazed with rampant lust at the lovely new curves she had developed.

"Beautiful," he whispered, as his lips traveled down her neck to the beginning swell of her breasts. "So soft and warm," he added, rubbing his cheek against her.

"And sensitive," Buffy interjected, stroking the back of his neck.

He smiled against her skin. "Are they?"

"Mm-hmm. Especially..right here." Cupping her hand beneath his jaw, she guided his mouth to one hard peak. "They're just...aching."

"Aching for what?" he asked hoarsely, still nuzzling her.

"Ohh...to be touched...and kissed...and..."

"Sucked?" he ventured eagerly.

Buffy arched her back. "Most of all..."

Spike placed a tormentingly light kiss on both nipples. "Would you like me to help you with that ache, darling?"

She gasped at the touch of his tongue. "Make it go away."

Wih a soft growl, he began to trace wet circles around her nipples, Moving from one to the other, he teased her with long strokes of his tongue.

Her body began to writhe beneath his in helplessly agonizing pleasure. "Please...oh, please," she moaned, digging her nails into his biceps.

He pulled back. "Want more, do you?"

"Yeah.Give me more," she demanded. "Give me every- thing. It's mine...and I want it."

Wrapping her arms around his head, she held him firmly against her. "Open your mouth," she whispered. "Be my baby."

Spike did what she wanted, taking her breast into his mouth and suckling strongly.

Buffy had all she could do to keep from screaming at the spasms that coursed through her body. She felt every pull of his mouth all the way down in her womb.

Spike began to alternate his sucking with hard kisses and long laps of his tongue. "That better, honey?" he asked, rubbing his cheek against her nipples. "Shall I suck harder, or keep licking them?"

Trying to keep a clear objective in mind, Buffy sent her hands down and began to push off the sweat pants he'd donned after his shower.

He released her long enough to remove them and toss them aside, then returned to the flesh he was feasting on so enjoyably.

When she couldn't wait one more second, she cupped his face in her hands and forced him to look at her.

"Now," she panted. "I want you inside me..now!"

Leaning his weight on one arm, he yanked her nightgown up around her waist, then positioned himself.

Mindful as he always was of her pregnancy, he pene- trated her slowly, with shallow back and forth thrusts of his hips.

Buffy moaned and panted below him, grinding herself against his pelvis in search of the friction she craved.

Spike adjusted his position, moving up so that the base of his shaft rubbed her where she needed it, then began to thrust a little harder and deeper.

He varied his pace, sometimes slow and deep, some- times fast and shallow, sometimes no thrust at all, but only grinding pressure.

"Ah, Christ, baby...you feel so good," he groaned. "So hot and tight...and juicy. I want to fuck you..fuck you hard...yeah, make it tighter..."

"More," she cried, digging her nails into the straining muscles of his ass. "Faster, baby...yes...like that..."

Abandoning all restraint, he complied, pounding into her over and over again. The sound of their bodies slapping together blended with the harsh grunts he emitted with each thrust.

"Come on, baby," she urged him. "Do it with me...I'm so close..come when I do...give it to me...do it..."

She was babbling mindlessly, but he was past the point of hearing her. He sensed the onset of her climax, and he shoved one hand down between them. Reaching the juncture of her thighs, he quickly found what he wanted.

Covering her mouth with his, he pushed his tongue into it and firmly pinched her clit, then rubbed it rapidly be- tween his thumb and forefinger.

It was the last thing needed to send Buffy over the edge of sanity. With a soft scream, she careened out of control as a violent orgasm exploded inside of her.

As the convulsions of release shot through her body, she was only dimly aware that he was riding the same crest of pleasure that she was on.

When it was over, when they began to come back down to the earth, Buffy smiled a dazed and dreamy smile at him. "I..I just relalized something," she said.

"Wassat, babe?"

"You CAN actually come your brains out."

Spike collapsed on her in helpless laughter. "You don't say?"

"Who knew?"

He kissed her, long and hard. "You mean you came so hard that your brains aren't in your head anymore?"

"I don't think they're even in the same ROOM anymore."

With one more kiss, he withdrew from her body and rolled onto his back. "Get some sleep, little one," he said. "Maybe you'll develop some NEW brains."

"Yeah, but what GOOD will they do me? I'll just lose them again."

"G'night Slayer...."

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The Fifth Month


Spike came full awake when he felt Buffy suddenly sit up in bed beside him.

Reaching with one hand, he gently rubbed her back. "Whass wrong, baby?" he asked, his voice slurred from sleep.

Buffy just looked at him, not speaking, but he recog- nized the look on her face.

"You hungry, sweetie?"

She nodded, embarrassed by her seemingly un- ending appetite.

"Want me to get you something?"

"Yes, please," she said, a polite little girl.

Spike smiled. "What sounds good?"

"I was thinking about...ice cream?"

"No sooner said." He climbed out of bed and pulled on his jeans, not bothering with a shirt. "Chocolate, chocolate chip, mint chocolate chip," he recited, "or that godawful crap with the bubble gum in it?"

Buffy nodded and licked her lips. "Yum."

He waited to hear her selection. "Which one?"

Her eyes narrowed. "Which ONE?"

There was a pause. "Oh! Right!" He leaned over the bed to kiss her. "Sorry, babe. Dunno what came over me." He took her right hand and kissed her fingers. "Be back sooner than trouble, baby face."

His hand was on the doorknob when she stopped him.

"And maybe...a couple of cookies?"

"And cookies," he nodded.

"Peanut butter."

"I know."

"Oh! And a..."

"Glass of milk," they said simultaneously.

"Yes," she smiled, her eyes sparkling with good humor.

As he was standing in the kitchen, scooping immense portions of ice cream into a large mixing bowl, Dawn wandered in, yawning and sleepy eyed. "Is she hungry AGAIN?"

Spike shrugged. "She's eating for two."

Dawn snorted and rolled her eyes. "She's eating for twelve!"

"Yeah..well.." He opened the cupboard and reached for a glass. "Milk," he requested.

Dawn opened the refrigerator. "Regular or chocolate?"

"The usual."

"One of each?"

"Mm-hmm." He placed a second glass beside the first one.

Dawn carried the milk upstairs, while Spike followed with the ice cream and a bag of cookies.

Nudging the door open with her shoulder, Dawn went in first, then stopped so abruptly that Spike nearly bumped into her.

They stood there, side by side, watching Buffy sleep, her arms wrapped tightly around her pillow.

Spike looked at Dawn. "Want some ice cream?"

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The Sixth Month


"G'morning, sweetness." Spike stretched and yawned. "Sleep well?"

"Mm..I did." Rolling over in bed, Buffy snuggled up against him kittenishly. "I really did."

He wrapped one arm around her, leaned over and kissed her. "How's my baby doing today?"

Buffy smiled. "Which baby? Me or the fetus?"

"BOTH my babies?"

"We are very well, thank you for asking."

"And are we hungry this morning?" he asked, patting her tummy. The small swelling was firm, with silky soft skin, the result of Spike's gentle hands massaging lotion into it every night after Buffy bathed.

She walked her fingers teasingly up his abdomen to his chest. "Is a bear Catholic?"

Spike laughed. "Funny, aren't you?"

"Does the pope sh...."

"Buffy!" He cut her off before she could complete the question. "Watch your language. Baby can hear you, ya know?"

"Really?" Buffy asked with a smirk. "You mean baby heard all the loud grunting and groaning you did last night?"

"Me?" he asked, feigning shock.

"Well, how about when you yelled, "Oh! Oh, fuck me! I'm gonna come...I'm gonna come...!!"

Spike slapped her lightly on the bottom. "That was you, honey."

"Oh, no it...wait, I...you're right," she giggled. "That WAS me."

He sighed. "Now that we've gone all the way around the mulberry bush," he said, "let's get back to the subject, which WAS...are you hungry?"

Sitting up in bed, Buffy answered, "I'm so hungry I could eat a whole herd of horses."

"I'm sure I can do better than that," Spike said as he climbed out of bed and dressed. When he noticed her starting to get out of bed, too, he urged her back down. "No, you stay here. I'll bring you some breakfast."

"You're too sweet," she informed him, giving him her prettiest smile. "And you're spoiling me."

"Yeah, I know," he agreed. "I'm practicing on you so that I do a good job spoiling the baby rotten."

"Good plan."

He leaned down and kissed her once more. "What would you like to eat, luv?"

Buffy shrugged. "Surprise me," she said, reclining back into the pillows.

Spike was halfway down the stairs when Buffy suddenly screamed. "SPIKE...COME HERE NOW...COME HERE!!"

He turned so fast that he nearly lost his footing, then raced back to the bedroom. If his heart had still been beating, Buffy's screaming would have stopped it cold.

He burst into the room, wild eyed with fear. "What's wrong? What happened?" He fell to his knees beside th bed. "Are..are you in pain? Bleeding?" He looked terri- fied. "Oh, God...you're not bleeding, are you?"

Buffy was sitting straight up in the bed, her hands cradling the gentle curve of her belly, smiling like an angel.

Looking at him, her eyes danced with excitement. "It's moving. The baby's moving and...and kind of kicking me." She reached for his hand and placed it on her tummy. "Feel."

"Oh...oh, Christ..." Spike moaned. He fell forward onto the bed, burying his face in the blankets, as relief robbed his body of all it's strength.

"Buffy," he said, his voice muffled by the bedding. "Sweet- heart...please don't ever...EVER...I'm begging you...scream like that unless something is....th-the baby moved? Really?"

"Uh-huh," Buffy squealed, moving his hand. "Right there...just keep your...Oh!...did you feel it?"

"I did," he said, his eyes wide with wonder and an ear to ear grin on his face. "Does it hurt?"

"No," she shook her head. "It feels kind of..fluttery. Hard to describe. Sort of like a little..." She looked up and caught him staring at her intently. "What?"

"I just...I just love you," he said softly, taking her hand and kissing it. "And in case I haven't told you this lately.. you're the most beautiful pregnant..."

"Cow," she slipped in, grinning.

"Woman..in the entire world."

Buffy sighed. "Getting turned on by fatties these days, honey?"

"Stop that!" he ordered her. "You're not fat...you're preg- nant."

"Pregnant?" she gasped, looking horrified. "How'd THAT happen?"

Spike stood up. "All right, funny girl, that's enough. I'll get your breakfast."

Buffy stopped him when he was almost out the door.

"Hey, if you find out who did this to me, couldja let me know? The least the cad can do is...marry me."

He turned slowly to face her. "Marry you? You want me to marry you?"

She pointed at her tummy. "Are you responsible for this?"

He hung his head, trying to look ashamed. "Guilty."

"Well, then?" When he didn't answer right away, she stuck out her lower lip and pouted. "Don't you WANT to marry me?"

He still didn't answer. Instead, he opened the closet door and took something out of the pocket of his coat. Returning to the bed, he sat down next to her and opened his hand in front of her face, revealing a small black velvet bag, tied with a drawstring of black satin ribbon.

Buffy's eyed widened. "Is that for me?"

"Mm-hmm."

"What is it?"

Spike smiled and shrugged. "Don't know. Why don't you look and see."

She took the bag and untied the ribbon. Holding out her palm, she emptied the tiny bag of it's treasure.

"Ohhh," she said, trying hard not to look disappointed as she stared down at a pair of tiny gold hoop earrings. "How pretty...thank you."

Looking back up at him, she caught him trying not to laugh.

"Don't tease me," she scolded him.

"Sorry," he replied, then opened his other hand to display a ring, a gold band with a square emerald, bordered on both sides by a row of small channel set diamonds.

Buffy was speechless.

"If you don't like it..." he began.

"Are you crazy?" she interrupted. "It's perfect...I love it!"

Spike grinned at her. "I know these things are usually diamonds...but I fancy you in emeralds. Brings out the green in your eyes."

Taking her hand, he reached for the ring and began to slide it onto her finger, then glanced up in surprise when she suddenly closed her fist.

"Just what do you think you're doing?" she demanded.

"Uh..well. I THINK that I'm putting a ring on your finger," he said. "What do YOU think I'm doing?"

Buffy sat back, folding her arms across her chest. "Don't you have something to ask me first?"

He looked dumbfounded. "You mean I have to ASK?"

She nodded vehemently. "Damn right you do."

"But...but you're pregnant," he told her, as though it was a big surprise to her. "With MY baby!"

"So what?" she said. "You think that means you can just take me for granted? THIS is the 21st century, you know. Women have choices. You can't just assume."

"I thought I could!" he said.

"Well, now you know better," she replied. "This is my first marriage proposal, so...do it right!"

Spike sighed and knelt beside the bed, holding her hand in his. "Buffy....

"Yes?"

He shrugged. "You gonna marry me, or what?"

She sat there for a moment, staring at him. "Wow...you sure know how to sweep a girl off her feet," she said, pulling her hand back.

He chuckled. "Gonna answer the question, then?"

"I'm not even sure what the question was," she grumbled.

Spike repeated it. "Are YOU..gonna marry ME..or NOT?"

Buffy turned her face away. "Might...might NOT!"

He growled and pounced on her, tickling and nuzzling her. "All right, all right!" she shrieked. "I'll do it...quit it!" She held out her hand to him. "Gimme!"

He slipped the ring onto the appropriate finger.

"So, you'll marry me?" he asked, smirking.

"How can I NOT after that romantic proposal?" she asked sarcastically.

"Good!" He stood up. "Glad it's settled."

Without taking her eyes off her ring, Buffy asked, "Break- fast?"


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