Babies Daddy
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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
22
Views:
8,478
Reviews:
55
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Chapter Three
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Spike opened the top left drawer of his desk and pulled out a picture frame. The frame contained a picture he had taken of Buffy on their honeymoon. She had been standing on the balcony, with the sunny sky as the background, gazing at him with all the love in the world in her eyes. It was the morning after their first night as man and wife.
"I love you, baby," Spike whispered as he took his finger and traced her face. "I'm nothing without you, but I have to be here for him. I have to be the father to him that my father wasn't for me. I'm so empty inside without you, and instead of getting better it's getting worse and I don't know what to do."
He leaned back, bringing the picture to his chest, remembering how he had woken her up that morning. Waking her as he made love to her, tasting her moist warmth, as she sighed his name. Since he had won her heart and brought her to his bed, he had not been able to sleep without her beside him. Even now, he found that to be true.
He was sure Dru felt it, since he never did sleep with her in his arms. The sex wasn’t even the same, and he found it harder and harder to pretend that he wanted his dark princess in that way any longer. Then it hit him, it was just sex and that was the problem. Sex didn't satisfy him any more, not since he had got a taste of what making love with Buffy was like.
Suddenly he felt a sudden rush of fear, panic, anxiety come over him. He started to pace for no real reason. Unknowingly clutching the picture hard enough to his chest that the soft felt portion broke.
"Oh God! What have I done?" William cried as he finally realized he had hurt his Goldilocks more than he'd realized.
He decided to make a phone call that he should have made when Dru had first dropped back into his life making demands and issuing threats.
Spike grabbed his phone book and shuffled a few pages until he found the number he was looking for. His thoughts focused on one thing, praying the man would hear him out. On his wedding day, Hank Summers had told him to call if he ever found himself in a jam he could not think of a way to get out of.
"Hank Summers."
"Hank, don't hang up. I need to talk to you," Spike begged.
"It had better be good," Hank replied, his voice calm and neutral.
"I have a story to tell and then a favor to ask," Spike said, as he stood at his window looking out of his office with the image of his true love in one hand and maybe his salvation in the other.
"I can meet you, say, in thirty minutes," Hank replied, wondering what the young man was going to tell him.
Hank had been very surprised when Spike left his daughter. He was so sure that the younger man was devoted and committed to the marriage, unlike anyone he'd ever met before. Then he had done some investigating and found out a few things that made him understand why Spike did what he felt he had to do. But he had to hear it from the man himself first, to make sure his assumptions were true.
Spike hung up the phone and brought the picture of Buffy up to where he could look at her face and promised, "I will get you back, if I have to beg, plead, or bleed, I will get you back. When I do, you won't get rid of me until I'm dead and buried."
He realized now that he hadn't thought everything out as he should have. Dru's threats to take Nigel and disappear had made him react instead, and he was never good at reacting. He let his feeling of not having his father in his life, and his fear of what Dru would do to Nigel's life, had pushed him to act rashly. Since he knew that going the legal route would have been too slow and Dru would have had his son out of his reach by then. Still today, he had yet to get enough on his dark princess to get custody of Nigel and get him totally away from her.
*******
Buffy felt like she was living in a dream. Maybe she was as she recognized her old bedroom from when her parents were married, and they lived in L.A.. The one she was now watching herself standing in, with her father's arms around her that fateful day, as he explained why he was leaving.
"I'm sorry, baby girl," Hank whispered into his daughter's hair as she cried.
"You don't have to leave us," Buffy cried, her heart breaking and the tears running down her cheeks.
"I will always love you. You're blood of my blood," Hank promised. "Your mother and I have grown apart. Our dreams no longer are the same, except we want what’s best for our girls."
"In other words you love someone else more than us," Buffy replied, between her tears.
She wasn't dumb. She’d heard her parents argue about the other women over the last couple of months. They argued all the time about everything, and his job kept him from home a lot.
"Buffy, it's between me and your mother," Hank firmly told her. "It doesn't concern you."
Buffy sharply pulled away and shouted, "Doesn't concern me? You won't be here anymore, Daddy. You’ll have to fit me into your busy schedule."
"No, honey, I will always be there for you," Hank promised, as he pulled her back into his embrace.
Dream Buffy rolled her eyes as she told her other self, "Yeah, that lasted six months. Then it was broken promises, lies, and hardly ever there when it was important for him to be there."
Buffy started to feel like the room was spinning again and she wondered if she was about to wake up.
*******
"Rupert, please tell me my baby will be okay," Joyce cried as her husband held her close.
He looked over and noticed that Dawn was being taken care of by Willow and Xander. He hugged his wife close rocking her back and forth. He didn't know what to say so he chose to say nothing at all.
They sat quietly waiting for someone to come and give them any news concerning Buffy's condition. As far as they were concerned, the only ones that mattered were in the waiting room now. No one thought to call Hank and definitely not Spike.
*******
"Her pressure have been running 140's over 90's, no protein in her urine to suggest eclampsia, but enough that I was watching her more closely," Doyle explained to the Emergency room attending physician, Dr. Mark Greene.
"Well, her pressure now is 138 over 90. Everything is looking fine, so far, where the labs are concerned. I'm thinking- shield her abdomen and get a Cat Scan of her head. Might even have someone come down to do an EEG and see how her brain waves are doing," Mark suggested. "We need to find out why she is still unconscious."
"I know," Doyle mumbled, praying to the all Mighty that no harm came to her brain.
"I'm going to go and talk it over with the family. Do you know if the father of the babies is here yet?" Mark asked.
Doyle shook his head and shrugged his shoulders and lied, "There is no father of the babies coming. She’s a single mum and her mother is her next of kin."
"Okay, let's go and talk to her family, the bed is ready in the ICU and we’ll be moving her there shortly," Mark said as he wondered if this young mother was going to be able to carry these precious little lives inside her womb much longer.
*******
Buffy's eyes started to focus as she found herself back at high school. She found herself back on the day of the first gymnastic meet of her senior year. It was the same day Angel asked her out on a date. "If only I had known then, what I know now."
"You were fantastic," Angel praised her performance.
"Thanks, it was really fun," Buffy said as she smiled at her secret crush.
She developed a crush on Angel two years prior when he first moved to town. Since then he dated several different girls before settling on Cordelia Chase. Cordy was the head cheerleader, and he was the captain of the football team. Over the summer they had broken up, leaving him unattached.
Buffy rolled her eyes as she watched her younger self flirt with Angel. She tried to walk over, and smack her other self upside the head and tell her to run like hell. Instead it was like her feet was glued to the ground, and they ignored her when she yelled at them.
"It's my dream, why can't I do what I want?" she asked as she looked to see if anyone was listening.
"I was wondering, would you like to go out with me to the movies Friday?" Angel asked.
Buffy smiled, hoping her voice wouldn't fail her. "Sure."
"Great, pick you up at six and maybe we can grab something to eat first."
Buffy fought the urge to scream 'yes' as she calmly replied, "Sounds great, here's my address."
"Already have it," Angel winked.
"Oh!" She blushed. "Well, I had better go. My mom is waiting for me outside."
"See you tomorrow at school."
"See ya then."
Buffy stood watching Angel watch her other self, leave the gym. The predatory look on his face made her wonder what he was thinking. It again made her wonder why he chose her, and then broke her heart in the end. She felt the funny feeling in her head as the room became unfocused.
*******
Spike opened the top left drawer of his desk and pulled out a picture frame. The frame contained a picture he had taken of Buffy on their honeymoon. She had been standing on the balcony, with the sunny sky as the background, gazing at him with all the love in the world in her eyes. It was the morning after their first night as man and wife.
"I love you, baby," Spike whispered as he took his finger and traced her face. "I'm nothing without you, but I have to be here for him. I have to be the father to him that my father wasn't for me. I'm so empty inside without you, and instead of getting better it's getting worse and I don't know what to do."
He leaned back, bringing the picture to his chest, remembering how he had woken her up that morning. Waking her as he made love to her, tasting her moist warmth, as she sighed his name. Since he had won her heart and brought her to his bed, he had not been able to sleep without her beside him. Even now, he found that to be true.
He was sure Dru felt it, since he never did sleep with her in his arms. The sex wasn’t even the same, and he found it harder and harder to pretend that he wanted his dark princess in that way any longer. Then it hit him, it was just sex and that was the problem. Sex didn't satisfy him any more, not since he had got a taste of what making love with Buffy was like.
Suddenly he felt a sudden rush of fear, panic, anxiety come over him. He started to pace for no real reason. Unknowingly clutching the picture hard enough to his chest that the soft felt portion broke.
"Oh God! What have I done?" William cried as he finally realized he had hurt his Goldilocks more than he'd realized.
He decided to make a phone call that he should have made when Dru had first dropped back into his life making demands and issuing threats.
Spike grabbed his phone book and shuffled a few pages until he found the number he was looking for. His thoughts focused on one thing, praying the man would hear him out. On his wedding day, Hank Summers had told him to call if he ever found himself in a jam he could not think of a way to get out of.
"Hank Summers."
"Hank, don't hang up. I need to talk to you," Spike begged.
"It had better be good," Hank replied, his voice calm and neutral.
"I have a story to tell and then a favor to ask," Spike said, as he stood at his window looking out of his office with the image of his true love in one hand and maybe his salvation in the other.
"I can meet you, say, in thirty minutes," Hank replied, wondering what the young man was going to tell him.
Hank had been very surprised when Spike left his daughter. He was so sure that the younger man was devoted and committed to the marriage, unlike anyone he'd ever met before. Then he had done some investigating and found out a few things that made him understand why Spike did what he felt he had to do. But he had to hear it from the man himself first, to make sure his assumptions were true.
Spike hung up the phone and brought the picture of Buffy up to where he could look at her face and promised, "I will get you back, if I have to beg, plead, or bleed, I will get you back. When I do, you won't get rid of me until I'm dead and buried."
He realized now that he hadn't thought everything out as he should have. Dru's threats to take Nigel and disappear had made him react instead, and he was never good at reacting. He let his feeling of not having his father in his life, and his fear of what Dru would do to Nigel's life, had pushed him to act rashly. Since he knew that going the legal route would have been too slow and Dru would have had his son out of his reach by then. Still today, he had yet to get enough on his dark princess to get custody of Nigel and get him totally away from her.
*******
Buffy felt like she was living in a dream. Maybe she was as she recognized her old bedroom from when her parents were married, and they lived in L.A.. The one she was now watching herself standing in, with her father's arms around her that fateful day, as he explained why he was leaving.
"I'm sorry, baby girl," Hank whispered into his daughter's hair as she cried.
"You don't have to leave us," Buffy cried, her heart breaking and the tears running down her cheeks.
"I will always love you. You're blood of my blood," Hank promised. "Your mother and I have grown apart. Our dreams no longer are the same, except we want what’s best for our girls."
"In other words you love someone else more than us," Buffy replied, between her tears.
She wasn't dumb. She’d heard her parents argue about the other women over the last couple of months. They argued all the time about everything, and his job kept him from home a lot.
"Buffy, it's between me and your mother," Hank firmly told her. "It doesn't concern you."
Buffy sharply pulled away and shouted, "Doesn't concern me? You won't be here anymore, Daddy. You’ll have to fit me into your busy schedule."
"No, honey, I will always be there for you," Hank promised, as he pulled her back into his embrace.
Dream Buffy rolled her eyes as she told her other self, "Yeah, that lasted six months. Then it was broken promises, lies, and hardly ever there when it was important for him to be there."
Buffy started to feel like the room was spinning again and she wondered if she was about to wake up.
*******
"Rupert, please tell me my baby will be okay," Joyce cried as her husband held her close.
He looked over and noticed that Dawn was being taken care of by Willow and Xander. He hugged his wife close rocking her back and forth. He didn't know what to say so he chose to say nothing at all.
They sat quietly waiting for someone to come and give them any news concerning Buffy's condition. As far as they were concerned, the only ones that mattered were in the waiting room now. No one thought to call Hank and definitely not Spike.
*******
"Her pressure have been running 140's over 90's, no protein in her urine to suggest eclampsia, but enough that I was watching her more closely," Doyle explained to the Emergency room attending physician, Dr. Mark Greene.
"Well, her pressure now is 138 over 90. Everything is looking fine, so far, where the labs are concerned. I'm thinking- shield her abdomen and get a Cat Scan of her head. Might even have someone come down to do an EEG and see how her brain waves are doing," Mark suggested. "We need to find out why she is still unconscious."
"I know," Doyle mumbled, praying to the all Mighty that no harm came to her brain.
"I'm going to go and talk it over with the family. Do you know if the father of the babies is here yet?" Mark asked.
Doyle shook his head and shrugged his shoulders and lied, "There is no father of the babies coming. She’s a single mum and her mother is her next of kin."
"Okay, let's go and talk to her family, the bed is ready in the ICU and we’ll be moving her there shortly," Mark said as he wondered if this young mother was going to be able to carry these precious little lives inside her womb much longer.
*******
Buffy's eyes started to focus as she found herself back at high school. She found herself back on the day of the first gymnastic meet of her senior year. It was the same day Angel asked her out on a date. "If only I had known then, what I know now."
"You were fantastic," Angel praised her performance.
"Thanks, it was really fun," Buffy said as she smiled at her secret crush.
She developed a crush on Angel two years prior when he first moved to town. Since then he dated several different girls before settling on Cordelia Chase. Cordy was the head cheerleader, and he was the captain of the football team. Over the summer they had broken up, leaving him unattached.
Buffy rolled her eyes as she watched her younger self flirt with Angel. She tried to walk over, and smack her other self upside the head and tell her to run like hell. Instead it was like her feet was glued to the ground, and they ignored her when she yelled at them.
"It's my dream, why can't I do what I want?" she asked as she looked to see if anyone was listening.
"I was wondering, would you like to go out with me to the movies Friday?" Angel asked.
Buffy smiled, hoping her voice wouldn't fail her. "Sure."
"Great, pick you up at six and maybe we can grab something to eat first."
Buffy fought the urge to scream 'yes' as she calmly replied, "Sounds great, here's my address."
"Already have it," Angel winked.
"Oh!" She blushed. "Well, I had better go. My mom is waiting for me outside."
"See you tomorrow at school."
"See ya then."
Buffy stood watching Angel watch her other self, leave the gym. The predatory look on his face made her wonder what he was thinking. It again made her wonder why he chose her, and then broke her heart in the end. She felt the funny feeling in her head as the room became unfocused.
*******