Nutmeg heard a pounding on her door and opened it. A figure ran in under
a thick woolen blanket. “Spike?” The figure threw the blanket to the floor,
it was indeed Spike. “What the hell are you doing here?” She started to
go around closing the blinds in her kitchen. She reached into the fridge
and
pulled out some blood for Spike, she warmed it up in the microwave.
“Bloody poof! Why do they always want him? Always bloody well leaving me for him.” Spike took the offered blood with thanks. “She said she loved me, than she’s in his arms. Worse than with bloody Dru, at least I knew she always wanted him.” He growled and vamped out; he stalked through the kitchen into the living room. “Why the hell doesn’t she love me?”
“Spike, Dru was an insane lunatic. Willow’s not. The only reason she could possibly have been in Angel’s arms is because he’s your grand-sire and the closest thing she had to you. Now get your bleedin arse off of me sofa, and go tell the lass how ya feel.” Spike looked up at Nutmeg. She had her hands on her hips and was glaring down at him.
“Bloody hell, you act like a bloody mother.” She threw her hands into
the air. “I’ve got a 4-year-old and a 2-year-old, what do ya bleedin’ well
think
I am?” She grabbed him off of the couch and threw the blanket over
his head. “Go get the lass, tell her ya love her, than get your bleedin’
arse back here sometimes so the girls can see ya.” Spike gave her a quick
smirk and was out to his car in seconds and peeling down the driveway.
Spike stormed into the hotel, seeing Willow he grabbed her and kissed her as hard as he could. Willow immediately began to run her fingers through his short blonde locks and pin him close. Angel watched them and shook his head, he should have known Spike would do that. Cordelia was trying to figure out how Willow could go without breathing for so long. “Wills!” Cordelia smacked Spike up the back of the head. “Take it upstairs would you? You two are worse than Gunn and Nutmeg.”
Spike picked up Willow and sprinted up the stairs, ignoring Angel’s laughter at him. He shouldered open the first room and dropped Willow onto the bed. He shed his jacket and lay on top of her, kissing her fiercely. She began to arch her hips into his, trying to urge him into other things. Concentrating she used her magic to pop the buttons on his jeans and make them slide down and onto the floor. She slid her ands under his shirt and pulled it over his head, only breaking the kiss long enough to do so. Her ripped off her top and bra and yanked down her skirt and underwear with his hands. He began to lavish kisses across her breasts. Willow moaned, arching her hips into his. “Spike, now, please, oh please.” Spike ran his fingers along her slit, checking to make sure she was wet enough so he could enter her. She was dripping, he plunged into her, beginning a fast pace that had them both whimpering with release.
Willow lay with her head on Spike’s chest; he was idly drawing circles on her back. “I love you pet.” She blinked sleepily; it hadn’t all been a dream. Spike really did storm into the hotel and kiss her. He really did have her screaming until her throat was raw. “I love you Spike.” She said slowly, so glad at finally being able to tell him how she felt. She felt him slide his body against hers, his mouth descending back onto hers. She moaned, and started to suck on his tongue. Life was so very good.
Nutmeg knew the girls would be at the daycare for another few hours, so she headed towards the hotel, hoping to talk to Gunn, she had some news for him. She pulled up in front of the hotel, and turned off the engine in her car. She saw Gunn heading her way, giving her that smile that always made her melt. She still had trouble believing that she was actually married to him, and they had two beautiful daughters. “Hey baby.” He pulled her close and kissed her. “Not that I mind, but what are you doing here?”
“I had to come tell you something.” She leaned against his muscular body, trying not to giggle at the look on Gunn’s face. The last time she had been so secretive when she had come to see him, she had announced she was pregnant with their two-year-old daughter, Kayslin. “I’m pregnant.” She chewed on her bottom lip, waiting to see Gunn’s reaction.
He kissed her hard, than hugged her tightly against him. “How pregnant?”
“About two months,” she leaned into his embrace, trailing kisses on his
neck. “Nut,” he gave a small little groan as he pushed her away. “C’mon,
let’s go tell the others.” He slipped his arm around her waist, kissing
her
again softly. “I love you Nut.” She smiled at him holding his hand
over her stomach. “I know, I love you too.”
“Hey Cordy, Angel.” Cordelia saw the way Gunn was looking at Nutmeg,
and started laughing. “Gunn! It’s called a condom, learn it, live it, use
them.” Nutmeg sighed and shook her head. “Stealing my thunder Cordy? Yes,”
she looked over at Angel. “I’m pregnant.” Angel hugged her, than gave her
one of his rare grins. “If it’s a boy this time, will you call him Liam?”
Gunn shrugged, and pulled her protectively against him. “If calling him
Liam will get me a boy, I’m in.” Nutmeg lightly punched him in the arm.
“And how many kids do you expect me to have until you get your boy?” He
captured her lips in a kiss. “No more, three is good.”