So Damn Domestic

One Week Later. FPOV


“Addison, you need to sit still please,” Dr. Moon says and Addison fidgets around a little more. This little check up should have been done ten minutes ago but my girl just won’t sit still. She’s restless and she doesn’t like to be touched when she’s restless. I understand that feeling ‘cause I get the same way.


“I can’t sit still with you pokin at me,” she says and the doctor tries to hold her eyelid up to shine the little flashlight thing in her eye but she pulls away. He sighs and stands up straight and looks to us for help. Me and B have been standin out of the way after B got yelled at by a nurse earlier. It was hilarious you should have seen the embarrassed look on B’s face. Priceless.


“I have to poke you to discharge you, and the sooner I discharge you the sooner you can go home,” he says in a very soft and patient voice. She sighs and nods her head yes and he sits down on the bed again and starts looking at her eyes. “Ok, can you follow the tip of my pen?” he asks and takes a pen out of his coat pocket and she looks at the tip and he moves it back and forth and she follows it with her eyes, and then up and down and then around in a big circle.


“Everything looks great. She’s recovered a lot quicker then I expected.” Well, she is a slayer. “I know Dr. Montgomery said a week, but she can sometimes be a little…overly optimistic.” Ouch, I think I just got scratched from all that harshness. He must really hate her. I wonder if she gets paid more? “I’ll have a nurse bring in the discharge papers. I’d like to set up and appointment for sometime next week, just to make sure everything is still ok.” I nod my head and he leaves the room.


“Where’s Brother at?” Addy asks and shifts around a little bit. The first time we saw her when the surgery was done Mattie was with us and he freaked out. She was lyin in the hospital bed, the meds were keepin her asleep and her head was wrapped up with one of those big bandages and there was a little dark spot from the blood where they cut her head open. She looked so…small and…honestly she looked dead. Mattie freaked out and he’s only been back once. The day before yesterday, he came and gave her a giant stuffed dog that he bought her with Kyle’s money. And when I say giant I mean giant, this thing is bigger then she is and she’s been using it as a pillow ever since he gave it to her.


“He’s at home, baby, with everyone else,” B says and stroke her hair a little. The bandages have come off and the stitches have been taken out and there’s a scar where they made the cut on her scalp, but her hair will cover that up when it grows back. I have a small bag of hats with me but I haven’t shown her that yet. Kinda want to surprise her. Addy sighs and touches the bald spot. She’s been scratchin at it for a while now. I think she’s gonna keep scratchin at it until her hair grows back. Buffy reaches down next to her and pulls up the tote bag that she brought. It has one of Addy’s outfits and some socks and shoes. She’s still wearing the hospital gown.


“Ok, baby, lets get you dressed before the nurse comes in, ok?” She puts the bag on the bed and Addy dresses herself. The only thing she has trouble with is the socks, but that’s normal. She slips her shoes on and B ties the laces for her. She didn’t bring the Velcro sandals ‘cause Addy isn’t wearin a dress or shorts or a skirt. Nope. She’s in dark blue denim jeans, a light blue t-shirt with the word ‘Princess’ in big pink letters, and the shoes are her Converse. Yeah, B got her a pair of Converse. I got a little mad at her when she first bought ‘em ‘cause back in Boston only the punk and outcast kids wore Converse, it was just the rules and in high school you don’t break the rules of the school’s society. But I got over it.


“And look what I got ya,” I say and put the bag of hats on the bed. There’s ten of ‘em. A few Boston baseball caps and some of those round ones like on Gilligan’s Island and some that are just plain colors. She pulls the bag closer to her and opens it up and pulls ‘em all out. She says a little thanks but doesn’t look up. At least she said thanks. Most little kids usually forget that part. She picks the pink plain colored one and Buffy pulls an extra hair tie out of her purse and puts Addy’s hair bad in a ponytail so it’ll look cute or something. I wanna tell her ‘it’s just a fuckin hat’, but I know that’ll start a fight.


“Here are the discharge papers,” the nurse says as she walks into the room. She hands me a clipboard and pen and I fill ‘em out really quick and hand ‘em back to her. Then she gives me another paper that I need to fill out, setting up the appointment for next week. I’d rather Addy just stay at home and rest but that’s not gonna happen. B’s gonna be freakin out for the next couple of weeks, makin sure that nothin bad post operation is gonna happen. I keep tellin her that everything is gonna be fine but she doesn’t believe me. At least not fully. She wants to, I can see it in her eyes but after what happened to her…the only way she’s gonna believe it is when she sees it.


“So,” Buffy says, snappin me out of my little zone. “I was thinking we’d have Lee’s tonight for dinner.” Addy sits up a little straighter and nods her head. “And PJ’s in the morning for breakfast.” Sound like a plan to me. Now that we’re all signed out and set up the appointment for next week we can get the hell outta here. I miss my home, and Mattie and my dog. Me and B haven’t been home a lot since Addy was admitted here. We went home a couple times but for fresh clothes and a shower. And we always went one at a time so Addy was never alone. And I had to go get the car. My dad gave me a ride back to the motel and I drove the car back to the hospital. I hope Mattie doesn’t feel…neglected or abandoned.


I park the car in the driveway and B leans over and gives me a little kiss on the cheek. She’s been a lot more…affectionate and a little playful today. Probably because we haven’t had sex in over a week. That’s a long time for us. And for a while there our emotions were so high we really needed each other but we couldn’t have each other. It would have been wrong to sneak off and have sex while our baby was being cut into and then recovering from it. But now that everything is all better I have a feeling something’s gonna happen tonight or tomorrow. Not exactly sure which ‘cause she might change her mind about tonight.


“Mama, who’s that?” Addy asks as I pick her up out of her car seat and put her on the ground. I turn around and see what she’s lookin at. There’s a moving van in front of the house that’s to the right of us. Well, since we’re at the very end of this dead end road, it’s to right night and down a little. There are three people out there, a man about six foot tall, black hair, pale skin, and pretty nice clothes. He’s just like everyone else around here. Slacks and polo shirts. And the wife is no better. She’s wearin a little sundress and white sandals, her hair is back in a tight bun. And she’s wearing pearls, are those back in style or something?


The little boy is the only normal lookin one out of the three of ‘em. Sloppy mop top brown hair, jeans with dirt stains on ‘em, a t-shirt with a couple holes in it. But there’s somethin about him…I don’t know what…but he kinda reminds me of Xander when he was in high school. The kid’s givin off this…geek vibe, which is totally unfair for me to say ‘cause he’s only like three or four. He looks over when I shut the car door and he sees Addy and she waves and smiles at him and the kid blushes and hides behind his mom. Oh yeah, it’s a total Bambi moment. Ya know, when Bambi meets that little girl deer and hides behind his mom ‘cause he’s shy? Ok, knowing that much about Bambi is a total rep killer. Let’s never talk about this incident again, alright?


“I don’t know. They must be the new neighbors. Do you wanna go say ‘hi’?” She nods her head yes and I guess B overheard us ‘cause she’s followin us, which is fine. I try to hold onto Addy’s hand but she pulls away. Ouch. That stung. But she’s always been really independent. So doesn’t wanna hold our hands or follow us around the grocery store or any of that good stuff. I keep tellin myself it’s a good thing that she’s like this but it still stings when she pulls away. So we walk up to the new neighbors and they smile really wide at us and we smile back. “Hi, I’m Faith.” I introduce myself and shake their hands. “This is my wife Buffy, and our daughter Addison.” It’s not that B can’t introduce herself, but she likes it better when I do it ‘cause she likes it when I say the words ‘my wife’. She’s weird like that.


“Well, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Connie, this is my husband Dan, and our son…” she reaches around behind her and grabs the little boy by the arm and pulls him out in front of her. He tries to fight back but it’s no use so he just stands there, staring at his shoes. I can’t help but smile a little. He is a little cutie but not as cute as Mattie was when he was little. Then again I think I’m always gonna be bias about that. “Brad. Brad say hello.” He looks up at us through his eyelashes but then looks down at the ground again really quick. “Bradley don’t be rude, at least say hello to Addison.” He looks at her then blushes and looks at the ground again. She takes a step towards him and I can’t help but think ‘this poor boy doesn’t stand and a chance.’


“Hi Brad, I’m Addison,” she says and holds out her hand for him to shake. But he doesn’t. He looks at her hand for a couple seconds and then up at his mom and then at Addy but he doesn’t say a word and doesn’t move another muscle. Addy sighs and holds her arm out a little straighter. “I said ‘hi Brad, I’m Addison.” She takes a step towards him and he backs up a little so he’s pressed up against his mom’s legs. So Addy takes another step towards him and he panics and runs around behind his mom and hides behind her. And Addy being Addy, follows him. “He’s really shy, Mama,” she says and giggles that evil little giggle. Oh yeah, total Bambi moment. I mean…whatever.


“So, where are you guys from?” Buffy asks and holds onto my hand. And so begins the small talk. It’s gonna be about half an hour of ‘oh yeah, that’s neat’ and ‘oh really, I love it too’. Oh the joy. But it isn’t so bad. We actually have a lot in common with these people, which is surprising. I thought they’d be like all the other neighbors. Don’t get me wrong we have really nice neighbors but we don’t really have a lot in common. Sure I hang out with the guys and we watch sports and play pool but that’s about it. I’m the only Boston fan, and the only decent pool player. They play poker too but I don’t even wanna try because I know I’ll end up takin all their money and they’re egos are bruised enough because I’m better then them at pool.


“It was really nice meeting you, but we really need to get goin. We have some people waiting for us,” I tell ‘em and they nod their heads in understanding. Where did the kids go? They were just right here…a while ago. When did they run off? “Addison!” I hear her yell out ‘what Mama?’ from the O’Keefe’s backyard. Yep, that’s their last name, how weird is that? But it’s nice to have some fellow Irish around here. Just another little thing we have in common I guess.


I see Addy and Brad run out from the backyard. Well, I should say I see Brad running like he’s being chased by a hell beast and then I see Addy chasin after him. So I guess it’s safe to say Brad’s being chased by a hell beast. “Come on, baby, it’s time to go.” She looks disappointed but doesn’t put up a fight. She walks up to Brad with this evil smile on her face and he just stands there, stock-still. Poor little boy is gonna be so traumatized. She gets really close to him, right up in his personal space and he looks too scared to move.


“Bye Brad, it was nice meeting you.” Buffy taught her to say that. Says she wants our only daughter to have some manners since she can be such a little…she-devil, I guess is the proper comparison. Anyway, after she says that she leans in really close and gives Brad a little kiss on the cheek. His eyes get about three times bigger then they already were and his face is getting so red I think he’s gonna pop a vessel. Then she giggles and runs over to me and B.


Hmm, I don’t think I like the idea of her givin this kid a kiss. I mean, she’s never kissed anyone goodbye before. Well, other then me or B and we pretty much have to force her to do that. Nope, I don’t like this at all. I look over at B and she’s smilin like it’s the cutest thing in the world. Well, she isn’t gonna agree with me on this. Addy’s not even three, she doesn’t need to be kissin boys for any reason.


I mean, she’ll give Mattie the occasional kiss on the cheek, but that’s ‘cause he’s her older brother and she loves him to death. So she doesn’t need to be kissing another other boys. Ok, why am I freaking out about this? It was just one little innocent kiss on the cheek. But it was given by my daughter. I should just stop freaking out. If I keep obsessing about this B’s gonna know somethin’s up and bug me about it until I tell her and then she’ll make fun of me. We all say one last goodbye to the new neighbors and walk back to our house. And the entire time I’m tryin to convince myself I’m not freakin out.


BPOV


Oh my God, Faith was totally freaking out just now. As soon as Addison put her lips against that poor boy’s cheek Faith’s neck turned so red. I thought she was going to pop of vessel she was so pissed. And I wasn’t smiling because I thought Addison giving Brad that little kiss was cute, which it was. I was smiling because seeing Faith being so…overprotective was really cute. She tries to be the laid back mom, the one the kids look at more as a friend but oh she is so not that. Sure they roughhouse with her a little more and at least once a day I hear a ‘why can’t Mama do it?’ when I’m trying to help them with something but she is from laid back and cool. And I am so going to mess with her a little bit.


“So, Addison, do you like Brad?” I ask and glance at Faith. We’re sitting in the living room, Matthew’s lying on the floor with Tucker and Addison’s sitting at the other end of the couch. I’m practically sitting in Faith’s lap and her arms around wrapped around me. This is how it usually is at night when we have our ‘family T.V. time’. I have no idea what we’re watching because I haven’t been paying attention. I’ve been too wrapped up in the feeling of Faith’s arms around me. Her skin is just so soft, how does do it? How is it this soft? And she smells really good. She is so getting some tonight.


“I don’t know,” Addison says and sighs this total ‘woe is me’ type of sigh. I can’t help but roll my eyes. She’s such a little drama queen. “He’s really shy.” He is really shy. Poor little boy doesn’t stand a chance against my girl. She’s very much like…like Faline from Bambi. She isn’t shy and isn’t afraid to get in your personal space but she’s very friendly and innocent about it. She isn’t a bully or anything and she can be a bit snippy but she usually isn’t mean. “I chased him for a long time and he never even said ‘hi’. And he didn’t say ‘bye’ when we left, he just waved.” And she lets out another ‘woe is me’ sigh.


“Well, then I guess you’ll just have to make some different friends in daycare,” Faith says a little too quickly. This is really bothering her. I know she can be protective of the kids and the thought of Addison dating when she’s older can send Faith into a blind rage, but I didn’t think she’d get this bent out of shape over a little innocent kiss. Then again knowing Addison she probably only did it to make the boy blush. I gotta give her credit, it worked very well. “If you still wanna go to daycare, I mean.” Yeah, you better correct yourself. We don’t want Addison to feel forced into it. I think if we let her think it’s her idea to go then she’ll be a lot less…resistant until she gets used to it.


“I dunno Mama,” she says and shifts around on the couch. “I don’t wanna go to daycare with a big hole in my hair.” She’s talking about her bald spot. She’s been freaking out about that all week long. Ok, not really freaking out but she’s been talking about it a lot and she’s not happy about it. It’s starting to grow back already though, she has some stubble so it shouldn’t be long before it’s all grown in.


“It’s ok, baby, we can wait a while if you want,” I tell her and Faith isn’t too happy about it. Jeez, she really does hate that little boy, doesn’t she? I don’t see the big deal. It was just one little kiss. It’s not like they ran off and played doctor or something. But I guess it could happen. I mean, Addison is around the age when little kids get curious about…the human form. So I guess we should be a little careful now that there’s a little boy around her age living right next door. Alright, I’m getting kind of antsy over here. Time to get me some lovin. “Ok guys, it’s time for bed.” They whine and groan and protest. I give Faith a little wink and pucker my lips a little. She knows exactly what I want.


“Matthew, Addison.” Wow, she actually used their full names. That’s rare. “Don’t argue. If we’re gonna have breakfast at PJ’s then you need to go to bed so we can leave early so they won’t give away our table.” They get up and get ready for bed, but they grumble about it. After they brush their teeth and change into their pajamas they give me a goodnight hug and kiss and Faith tucks ‘em in. They’re starting to fight that too now. At least Matthew is. He says he’s getting too old to be tucked in.


I get up from the couch and go into my bedroom. I close and lock the door and get things ready. I light the ten candles I have on the dresser, the five on the vanity desk, the three on my bedside table and the three on Faith’s. I shut off the overhead light and watch as the room seems to glow because of the candlelight. It’s really pretty. I take off my clothes and change into my dark green satin slip. I put the clothes in the hamper and pull the covers down to the foot of the bed. I unlock the door and quickly lay down in the middle of the bed. I’m lying on my side with my left leg bent at the knee and my head resting in my hand and I’m watching the door. The slip is pulled up just right so you can’t see anything but you can tell I’m not wearing any underwear. This slip is a little tight around the middle because of my bump. But that’s ok. I’ll rip it off if I have to.


I hear the doorknob turn really slow and Faith slowly opens the door. I smile a little sexy smile and she just stands there, staring at me with this ‘you’re so fuckin hot’ look on her face. I giggle a little and curl and uncurl my toes. And she just stands there, lookin at me. Ok, this is getting a little annoying. I sit up on my knees and give her my best ‘come-hither’ look and she smiles but takes the bait. She walks into the room and closes and locks the door. She slips off her shoes and sit down on the foot of the bed. I crawl over to her and give her a little peck on the lips but pull away before it turns into more.


“Baby, I think you’re a little overdressed, don’t you?” I ask in my baby voice and look down at her. She’s in jeans, and a t-shirt and socks. And she’s most likely wearing underwear. Yep, way overdressed for this occasion. She smiles and takes off her shirt, revealing her black bra. I kiss her cleavage and she moans a little and reaches behind her and unhooks the bra. I gently pull it off of her, kissing the skin on her arms as the strap slips down it. When the bra is fully off I drop it to the ground and gently tease the side of her breast. I nibble a little and she tries to shift around so I’ll pay attention to her rock hard nipple but I move up instead and leave a little hickie on her collarbone.


“Baby, please don’t tease me.” God she’s so turned on. Her voice is so deep and husky it sounds like she has gravel in her throat or something, but in a very sexy way. She uses her index finger and thumb to lift my head up and she crushes our lips together in a deep and passionate kiss. I reach down and undo her belt and slowly pull it off and drop it to the ground. I try to unbutton her pants but she stops me. “Let’s go slow, ok?” I nod my head and she kisses me again. I start to back up and she follows me without breaking the kiss, so we’re sitting in the middle of the bed. She wraps her arms around me and gently rubs the sensitive spot between my shoulder blades. She knows that’s a soft spot for me and I start moaning.


I lie back on the bed and pull her on top of me. But she keeps her lower half off to the side because she won’t rest any weight on my stomach. She’s afraid she’ll hurt the baby. She was the same way when I was pregnant with Matthew. I pull back from the kiss when oxygen becomes a major issue and we’re both panting wildly. I can feel her chest rising and falling against mine. My nipples are straining against the material of the slip, and I can feel hers rubbing against mine with every inhale she takes. I don’t know how much longer I can last. I know she wants to go slow but I need her so bad.


“Faith, please, take me.” She moans and kisses me again and I swirl my tongue on the roof of her mouth. She loves it when I do that. She grab onto my biceps and pulls be up with her into a sitting position. What the hell? Oh, she’s trying to get the slip off. I better help her with that. I said earlier that I’d rip this off if I had to but I was exaggerating, this thing cost me almost thirty dollars, I’m not just gonna rip it up when we’re trying to be conservative with our money. Anyway, once the slip is off and dropped safely to the floor she gently nibbles and sucks my breasts. She has to be careful because the pregnancy has made them very sensitive and if she’s too rough it’ll hurt really bad, and I don’t want to start crying in the middle of sex, it’ll bruise her ego way too much. She tries to lay me down on my back but I push her back instead.


I’m leaning over her and she’s smiling up at me. I can see some of the candlelight reflecting in her eyes, making them flicker with gold. God she’s so beautiful. I just wanna eat her up. And that’s exactly what I’m going to do. I kiss her neck and suck on her pulse point. I can feel her hips lightly grinding against me. I kiss my way down her neck to her collarbone and down her chest. I gently suck and lick her nipples until she puts her hands on the back of my head. Then I kiss in between her breasts and work my way lower. I kiss down to her bellybutton and slowly circle it with my tongue. I blow a little bit of air on it and she giggles. I look up at her and smile. I kiss her bellybutton one last time before going lower.


I unbutton her jeans and pull the zipper down with my teeth. I hear her moan loudly and her hips buck sharply. I smile and slowly pull the denim down her hips and strong thighs. I can see the muscles quivering under her skin. I lean down and place a little kiss on top of her right thigh and she exhales sharply. I get the pants all the way off and pull of her socks. I kiss her big toe and she giggles and tries not to kick. Her feet are so ticklish you wouldn’t believe it. I work my way back up her body, lightly kissing from the top of her right foot to her hip. She’s trying to grind against my mouth but I’m holding her down. I don’t want to give her any type of satisfaction until I’m ready for her to have it. I kiss my way across her abdomen and grab onto the waistband of her underwear with my teeth and drag them down her body and drop them to the floor.


I don’t bother with kissing my way back up because I just wanna taste her so bad. I grab onto her knees and gently spread her legs apart. She gasps when the cool air of the room hits her as I expose her to me. What a little vixen. I guess she planned on getting some tonight because she took the time to trim everything up while she was in the shower this afternoon. I knew she was lying when she said she shampooed her hair three times, she never does that. And there’s no other reason why she’d be in the shower for an hour.


Ok, enough looking. I lean forward until I’m settled into between her legs. Well, sort of. I’m on my knees and holding her hips down with my hands. Normally I’d lie down in between her legs but I can’t lay on my stomach anymore. I lean down and slowly lick the length of her slit with the tip of my tongue. God, she’s so fucking wet. She moans and tries to buck her hips but I have a pretty good hold on her. I take her throbbing clit in between my lips and gently suck on it. She’s moaning and trying to rock her hips against me but I won’t let her. She’s talking a lot too, but that’s normal.


“Fuck, B, your mouth feels so fuckin good.” I smile and lick her slit again. She hisses in a breath and I look up at her. She’s gripping onto the sheets hard enough to rip them a little. Hey! These are brand new sheets. And they’re satin, so not inexpensive. But I’ll worry about it later. “Baby don’t tease me, please don’t fuckin tease me.” Alright, I won’t. I lick her slit again and then drive my tongue up her pussy. She moans very loudly and rocks her hips against me. I’m not holding onto her hips as much as I was before. Kinda distracted doing other stuff now.


She’s taste so good. God I missed this. It’s been a while since I’ve gone down on her. Even before all the craziness that happened it’s been a while since I’ve done this. Because I’m so sensitive in certain areas I’ve been more interested in clit to clit action, but it’s nice to be able to focus on her like this. And I guess she really likes it too because she’s getting louder and she’s rocking against me a little more forcefully. I don’t mind really, it’s just that we’re on satin sheets and I’m sweating a little so it’s getting kind of slick and hard to balance, but it’s fine.


I take my tongue out of her and lick up to her clit and tease it with my tongue. Now she’s getting a little frustrated because I won’t give any pressure, or hum. Sometimes I hum and she really likes that. I move back down to her entrance and lightly tease her with the tip of my tongue. I like teasing her, it’s always a lot of fun. She always squeaks a lot more when she comes if you tease her. But she bucks a little extra hard and it knocks me off balance and I fall forward.


My tongue is deep inside of her and my nose is pressed against her clit and she moans really loud. I guess she likes this because she’s grinding against me and when I try to pull back she puts her hands on the back of my head and holds me here. Normally I don’t mind when she puts her hands on my head, I’m a little surprise she waited so long but she’s holding me here and I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe! I try to pull back but she presses me against her harder. Ok, starting to panic because I feel like I’m about to pass out. I grab her wrists and pull her hands away from my head and bolt upright. I start coughing as the air fills my lungs and she looks at me weird.


“Why’d you stop? That felt so fuckin good, baby.” She smiles and just lies there, her hands kneading her breasts and she smiles at me. Little scamp is trying to tempt me. I say try because I’m so out of the mood now. I mean, a near death will do that to you. She looks at me weird when I inhale deeply and relax a little bit. “What’s the matter baby?” I give her this ‘what do you think is the matter?’ type of look.


“I almost suffocated, Faith. I fell forward a little and my nose got pressed against you and you just held me there and I couldn’t breathe.” Why is she smiling, this is so not funny. Not funny at all. I almost died. Why is she laughing? I already said this isn’t funny. “And what’s so funny?” I ask and take in another deep breath. She’s trying to calm down but it isn’t working very well. If anything she’s laughing harder.


“Nothing,” she says and lets out another very amused laugh. “It’s just…imagine what the coroner’s report would say: death by suffocation on her wife’s pussy.” She starts cracking up laughing. Her face is turning really red and she’s holding her stomach. I can’t help but laugh too. I guess that is pretty funny. I don’t know why I was getting so bent out of shape about it. Stupid pregnancy hormones, they always fuck with me at the wrong times. “And…and when people find out they’ll warn their kids about the dangers of oral sex and be like: now be careful kids you wouldn’t want to fall in and suffocate like that Buffy Lehane did.” I’m laughing really hard now too and lay down next to her because it’s too hard to sit up.


“I guess these things really are dangerous, huh?” I ask and she nods her head yes. She has tears in her eyes she’s laughing so hard. I know it isn’t that funny, but with all the tension we’ve been through the last week and a half we really need a good laugh and here it is. “And you know how guys are always talking about how women will suck you in and never let go? Now we can honestly tell them that it’s true.” Ok, so that one was really lame, but whatever. We keep on laughing until it starts to slow and then it stops. And we’re just lying here, looking into each other’s eyes. “You wanna just get some sleep tonight or are you still worked up?” She smiles and gives me a little kiss on the lips.


“We can sleep for tonight, if you want. I can hold off until tomorrow. I mean, we can’t risk something like that happening again. We wouldn’t want you to become a eurotophobic, would we?” A what? But since she’s smiling and just teasing I nod my head and tell her ‘no, that would be bad’. She gives me another kiss on the lips and gets out of the bed. Hey, where’s she going? I wanna cuddle. Stupid pregnancy hormones, making me all needy. Oh, she’s just blowing out the candles. I guess that’s a good thing. I mean, the house burning down would be bad. When that’s done she crawls back into bed and cuddles up to me. “’Night baby, I love you,” she whispers and kisses my shoulder. I wrap her arms tighter around me.


“G’night. I love you too.” She kisses my shoulder again and I smile as a close my eyes. So tonight wasn’t a total disaster. I mean, neither of us got off but at least we’re happy. I sigh a very contented sigh and drift off to sleep.


FPOV



“And you should have seen Faith’s face. I thought she was going to have a heart attack or something,” B says and laughs harder then she was before. Faith who? What is she talking about? Ok, I can’t play dumb, it’s pretty much impossible. She’s tellin her little scooby gang about yesterday when Addy kissed that little Brad kid. We’re sittin in the living room have been for the last couple of hours. Red, B, and me are on the couch, Xander and Giles are on the loveseat. Dawn and Kyle are sittin in the recliner next to the couch. They’re so lovey-dovey it’s almost sickening. But I can’t complain too much ‘cause me and B were like that in the beginning of our relationship.


“Well, she’s growing up. She’s almost three going on twenty-five. Soon you’ll walk into her room and catch her playing doctor with some little boy from school,” Red says and she and Xander exchange a little glance, and I’m the only one who sees it. Everyone laughs at the comment except for me. B starts to laugh but then stops when the thought finally sinks in. Yeah, one of us’ll walk in on her playin doctor and then we’ll have to get the boy to a real doctor.


“So, Dawn, have you made any plans yet, for the wedding?” B asks, changing the subject very quickly and everyone notices it and they all smirk. Dawn starts talking about the plans that she’s made so far. They don’t know when the wedding is going to be, but she wants it in the fall when all the leaves are changing colors, and it’s going to be outside in a park or somewhere with a lot of trees. I feel B shiver a little and ask if she’s ok. She says she’s fine but she has a little pout on her face and I know just what she wants. I sigh and move my arms out of the way. I put one across the back of the couch another across the arm of it, and B crawls into my lap and then grabs onto my wrists and wraps my arms around her. And while she’s shifting around to get comfortable Dawn says somethin pretty interesting. At least I think it is.


“We want it,” meaning she wants it. “Sometime next year, in the fall, we’re not sure. All we really know is we want the baby to be at least five months, because then it’ll be sleeping all through the night and we have someone watch it while we go on our honeymoon.” Everyone in the room freezes and tenses up. Well, except for me. I’m staying calm and collected. “Oops,” Dawn squeaks out when she realizes her mistake. She never said anything about her being pregnant. I think it’s great. They’ve been together for almost a decade, it’s about time they had a baby. Ok, so I just want to be an aunt. Is that so wrong? I mean, babysitting a niece or nephew isn’t like taking care of your own kid. You can spoil a niece or nephew and give them lots and lots of sugar and let them be crazy because at the end of the day they’re goin home with someone and they have to deal with the monster you created. I can’t wait.


“You’re pregnant?” B asks and turns around in my arms so she’s facing Dawn. I tighten my grip a little bit. She’s gonna try to kill Kyle, that’s a given and everyone in the room knows it. “How far along are you?” Dawn gets a little uncomfortable and shifts around in Kyle’s lap and he wraps his arms around her. I keep a close eye on B’s face. She glares a little bit but Kyle doesn’t back off. I don’t think him bein stubborn is a really good idea right now, but I like that he isn’t backing down. B’s been walkin all over him ever Dawn brought him over for dinner to meet us, and that was seven years ago. It’s about time he stood up for himself, even if it does get his arms ripped off.


“Three and a half months. I found out two weeks ago. I was going to tell you, that’s mostly why we were going here, not just about the engagement. I knew if I told you over the phone you’d be really pissed. And after Giles called and told us about Addison I wanted to wait awhile because you have enough stress going on and I didn’t want to add to it.” B sighs and shifts around in my lap a little. She’s tryin to get me to loosen my grip on her but it’s not gonna work. I know her too well and if I let go now she’ll attack.


“So that’s the only reason why he proposed, because you’re pregnant?” Wow was that a harsh thing to say or what? Red and Xand step up and try to talk some sense into her but it isn’t working. Oh great, and now Dawn looks really pissed. Well, who could blame her? I’d be pissed off too. But I know this is leading to a fight and there’s nothin I can do about it but watch the train wreck happen. Dawn sits up straight and Kyle tries to hold her back but she slaps his hands away.


“No, that’s not why. He proposed a week before I even thought I was pregnant. I hadn’t even gone to the doctor yet.” Well, at least he proposed because he wanted to and not for other reasons. Getting married just because you’re gonna have a baby usually doesn’t end well. B grabs my wrists and pinches really hard. She knows I have sensitive wrists and she’s usin it against me. FUCK! That hurt! I let go of her and she jumps up.


“Oh, so this was an accident? What, you two got drunk and forgot to rubber up?” I get up and stand right behind her. She’s gettin tense, wicked tense and there’s no way this is gonna end well.


“You have no right to be judgmental about accidents, Buffy. Matthew was an accident and I know you wouldn’t take it back.” Wow there, getting a little too personal for my comfort. I really hope he didn’t hear that. We haven’t told him he was an accident, just that a witch cast a spell and it helped make him. B can’t even talk she’s so pissed. “Look, I love Matthew you guys know that, but if it weren’t for an accident you wouldn’t have him. So don’t judge me or Kyle because of this.” She does have a point. B knows she’s been beaten. And I know she knows because she isn’t talking. She’s breathing really hard and she’s still tense but she’s not saying anything.


“Well, then I guess congratulations are in order,” she says with a lot of attitude and she leaves the room and stomps off to her bedroom. What is she, sixteen? And she slams the door hard enough to make all the walls in the house shake. This is ridiculous. I know B’s protective of her little sister, but Dawn’s twenty-seven years old for fuck’s sake. B was only twenty-five when she had Matthew, and I was only twenty-three. Dawn and Kyle are ready for this, they can handle it. They’ve been savin up their money for the last four years, for nothing in particular. They just wanted a little nest egg in case something like this happened. And now it has and they can deal.


“I’ll go talk to her,” I tell ‘em and walk off. I see Mattie and Addy standing outside my bedroom door, their ears are pressed up against it but I don’t think they can hear anything. Not because the door is too thick or anything but because there’s nothing to hear. I bet B’s silently pouting and mostly upset because her hormones got the best of her and she lost her temper in front of everyone. I know sane-Buffy would never have yelled like that. She would have been pissed but she would have been pissed in silence. But these pregnancy hormones are makin her crazy. “Hey guys, go back to your rooms ok?” They look over at me and then slowly walk off. I keep my eyes on Mattie for a second. He doesn’t seem upset or anything. I hope he didn’t hear what Dawn said.


“Baby,” I say and knock on the door. “Baby, open the door.” I hear her mumble a ‘go away’. It sounds like she’s cryin, or trying not to cry. I sigh and turn the doorknob. Fuck, it wasn’t even locked. Oh well. I slowly open the door and look in the room. She’s sittin at the vanity desk, a box of tissues sittin next to her, and she’s lookin down away from the mirror. I walk in the room and lock the door. “Baby, what happened back there?” I ask and sit down on the bed. She doesn’t turn around to face me, she just keeps starin at her hands.


“I don’t know. I just…I don’t know.” She does, she just doesn’t wanna say it. She thinks she’s gonna embarrass herself. Well, it’s a little too late for that, doncha think? I reach over and grab onto one of her wrists and gently pull her to me. She gets up and crawls into my lap and buries her face in my neck. “I just…her career is finally getting started, ya know? She finally got that big promotion and she’s where she wants to be. And now she has to throw it all away?” What the fuck is B talkin about?


“Buffy, she can have both. She’ll go on maternity leave for a while and then she’ll go back to work. They can put the baby in daycare. People can have families and careers, they just have to find a balance between the two.” She knows I’m right because we’re going to do the same thing. Then again, by the time our careers get started both the kids will be in school so we don’t really have to worry about daycare and all that. I gently rub her back and stroke her hair. “Don’t worry, baby, Dawn’s gonna be just fine. She can handle herself. And Kyle loves her, he isn’t gonna take off or anything. He’ll be there to help her out.” I lean back and tilt her chin up and give her a big kiss on the lips. I gently suck on her bottom lip and she shivers a little. But then she tenses up and pulls back. She looks a little irritated.


“Stop distracting me. You always do that. I’m upset about something and everyone thinks I’m overacting and you come in here with your comforting words and you’re soft lips and I get distracted, so stop it.” And the hormones are kicking in again. Her expressions darkens just a little more. “And don’t give me that look, this is more then just the insane pregnancy hormones talking.”


“So, what, she’s supposed to get an abortion just because you have a problem with this?” Oops. I didn’t mean to say that. But she doesn’t take it the wrong way, thank God, and she gets this offended look on her face.


“What? God no. I don’t want her to get it aborted. I’m not ok with it now but I will be eventually. I just wanna pout and sulk for a while, then I’ll be ok. But you come in here and say something that makes me feel better and then I have to start all over again.” My wife, ladies and gentlemen, could she be any weirder? I think not. So I give her a little kiss on the lips and gently push her off my lap and I lay down on the bed and gently pull her to me. We’re facing each other and my arms are wrapped protectively around her and she’s hiding her face in my neck.


“Well then go ahead and sulk and pout. I’ll be right here if ya need me, ok?” I ask and she nods her head yes. I feel a little tear slide down her face and it lands on the pillow. “Shh baby, no tears ok? You know I hate it when you cry.” I rub her back a little more and I think I feel her smiling. She loves it when I dote over her and I wouldn’t doubt it if she’s makin herself cry just so I’ll do it.


“You like that baby?” I ask and rub her back a little harder. She nods her head yes and then gives me a little kiss on my neck. Hmmm, maybe this’ll work out in my favor and I’ll get some. But I know it would be wrong, taking advantage of her in her emotionally weakened state. At least that’s what she’ll say afterwards when she remembers everyone is still out in the living room. So I better just hold back. If she tries to make somethin happen then I’ll let her but I won’t take the reins.


“Mmm,” she moans out a little and kisses my neck again. “You always take really good care of me, Faith. How come you can always make me feel better when I feel like dirt?” Hmm, how do I do that? I have no clue, but I need to answer her because if I don’t she’ll get mad and then she’ll start yelling and craziness will ensue. So I’ll just make something up and I’ll make it very cheesily romantic ‘cause she likes that kinda stuff.


“Because I love you with everything I am.” Well, that’s true. “Because I know you inside and out.” Another fact. “And I can’t stand to see you sad, so I use my love and everything I know about you to make you feel better. Like if you were still sad and pouty I would’ve made some type of inappropriate comment or question ‘cause it would’ve made you smile.” I feel her smile against my neck and she gives it another little kiss. I smile and rub her back a little more. “You lookin to start somethin, B? ‘Cause if you keep up with the kisses you’re gonna awaken the beast.” ‘The beast’ is my libido and the fact that when I get really turned on I get a little out of control.


“No, baby, I’m not.” Damn, I was hoping she was. “I couldn’t, not with everyone here.” Then she uses her ‘baby voice’ to try and make herself sound cute. “But if you’re good then maybe tonight you’ll get lucky.” Score. And I know what she means by ‘good’. As long as I don’t argue with her and avoid a fight and keep her in a good mood then I’ll get some. Fuck, I really am pussy whipped, aren’t I? Oh well. Doesn’t really matter. It’s not like I’m ever gonna have sex with anyone else ever again, so why not give in to it? I can hold out too, ya know. She isn’t the only with power here. And I’ll prove it to you.


“I don’t know, B. I might be too tired tonight. I promised my dad I’d take Addy over to see him ‘cause he has to go back to Boston in a couple days. And then I have to go grocery shopping, and do the laundry, and then rototill the backyard where you want to expand your garden, and then I have to go pick up dinner and then get the kids ready for bed.” She’s been milking this pregnancy thing way too much. She’s been slackin off just ‘cause she can. But I’m not gonna say anything to her about it. You never know when those pregnancy hormones are gonna rear their ugly heads. She starts to panic a little bit, I can feel it.


“Well, I can do some of that stuff. I mean, I know you want some alone time with your dad. Well, alone time with Addison and your dad, but I can do the laundry and go grocery shopping. I can rototill ‘cause I don’t think rototillers are pregnant woman friendly, I don’t really feel like cooking tonight but the other stuff I can do.” Yep, panicked. She was expecting to be able to get some for free? Come on, I may be a nympho but I’m not that easy. But I gotta cut her some slack. We’ve both been stressed the last couple of weeks. Her more then me. I was dealing with a lot but she had repressed feelings and unhappy memories sneaking up on her. So I pull my head back and lean down a little and give her a tiny kiss on the lips.


“Don’t worry baby, I was just playin with ya. Just relax ok. Everything’s fine again, you can relax now.” She nods her head and buries her face in my neck. It’s her favorite hiding spot. Whenever things get to be too much and I’m comforting her like this she’ll hide her face in my neck and breathe in the scent of my perfume and I’ll rub her back and she wraps her arms around me and clings on tight like she’s afraid someone’s gonna try and split us up. And we’ll just sit there, sometimes for hours, being perfectly still and quiet. Words would cheapen the moment, and take away the feelings that we get when we’re like this. Ok, I’m getting all sappy and shit so I better stop talkin about it. But I will say this, it is one of my favorite things that we do together. It makes me feel…wanted and loved, and I never wanna lose those feelings, ever.


BPOV


“So, Will, honestly how are you doing?” I ask and pull my legs up onto the couch and fold them under me. Everyone else is gone. Matthew’s at a friend’s house and Faith is at her dad’s place with Addison. Giles is at the hotel along with Dawn, Kyle and Xander. Now that me and Faith are home there’s not enough room for them here so Giles is using some of the Council’s never ending funds to rent some rooms. Dawn’s still pretty upset with me. I fell asleep earlier when I was pouting and sulking, so I never got to apologize but she’s coming over tomorrow and we’re going to sit down and have a very calm sisterly chat. Willow’s staying here tonight. I don’t know what time Faith’s coming home and I don’t want to be alone right now. Plus we haven’t had any best friend time in a really long time.


“I’m doing better. I mean, I still haven’t met anyone but I haven’t really been looking. I just don’t think I’m ready for anything serious right now, ya know?” I nod my head and take a sip of my hot chocolate. You have no idea how much I wish this was a mocha, but I can’t have any coffee or anything with a lot of caffeine in it. But I still manage to sneak the occasional chocolate bar or cup of hot cocoa. “But everything else is getting easier. The dreams went away a few months ago, and I’m finally used to sleeping alone again.” She smiles a little and takes a sip of her cocoa. She may have gotten over Kennedy but she’s still having some trouble dealing with being alone.


“But the magic, it’s not becoming an issue or anything?” I have to ask and I feel bad but I still do. According to Giles when she first moved to Ohio she was a wreck. She would spend hours alone in the woods doing magic. They don’t know what spells she cast but they knew she was the one doing it because the little gadgets they got to detect magic and demons and stuff would go through the roof. But she never told them what she was doing and she would always cloak herself. They knew where she was but there’s no one on this earth who has the kind of power to rip away one of Willow’s cloaking spells. She’s just too powerful.


“It’s fine. For a while I was using a lot but nothing black or too strong. Just little stuff. Well, little stuff being used over long periods of time.” Little for her is gigantic to any other witch. So it could be anything. I really wanna know what she was doing. Not only am I concerned but slayer curiosity is a lot greater then a normal person’s curiosity. Ok, so it’s not but I like having that excuse.


“Will, what were you doing out there? And I know you’re still going out there. Giles kinda filled me in a little. He’s not trying to hurt you by going behind your back or anything. He’s just worried about you. It’s been, like, three years since Kennedy left and you’re still not really yourself. He says you spend at least two hours a day in those woods. And I’m not being judgmental-girl here, I’m not. I’m just trying to understand what you’re going through.” She takes in a deep breath and then takes a sip of her cocoa. She’s stalling. She knows I’m probably not going to like the answer so she’s stalling. But I’m not being judgmental-girl. I just wanna know if she’s ok or not.


“Well, remember when I said the spells were little things?” I nod my head. Ok, not liking the direction this conversation is going. “Well, they’re a little bit bigger then little. Nothing black, I swear, but they’re not as tiny as I’ve been admitting.” But what has she been doing? “The first couple of months I was in Ohio I spent a lot of time out in the woods because I had to find her first. It took a long time but I finally did.” I take a sip of cocoa. Now this is getting interesting. “Once I found her I had to make a connection. It’s not as easy as it sounds and it took a lot out of me. And it took a couple of months, but I made it.”


“With who, Will? Who did you connect with?” She sighs and gets a happy look on her face. Well that’s new. It’s been a while since I’ve seen Willow look this happy. Even before Kennedy left.


“With Tara, I made a connection with Tara.” Ok, I can’t breathe. With Tara? She made a connection with Tara? Ok, again with the not breathing. “Buffy are you ok?” she asks and sits down next to me. She rubs my back a little and I take in a deep breath. I know I’m being overdramatic and what not, but this is big.


“Did you say Tara?” I ask and she nods her head. “Tara like, Tara-Tara. The Tara that we all knew and loved. As in now she’s gone?” She nods her head again and I can’t breathe again. Ok, this whole not being able to breathe is really getting annoying. But now I’m over the shock a little and curiosity is taking its place. “How is she? She’s in a good place right?” Tara deserves to be in the best place imaginable. It would be wrong if she’s not.


“She is. She’s in a very good place.” Her face falls a little. Oh no, please don’t tell she’s thinking what I think she’s thinking. I give her a questioning look and she sighs and runs a hand through her hair. “It’s just…she’s in a very happy and good place, but she’s not as happy as she wants to be. She wants to come back. She wants us to be together again. At first she didn’t because she knew that Kennedy would take care of me but now that Kennedy’s gone she wants us to be together. But…”


“It’s impossible.” The spell that they used to bring me back involved pouring the potion of my grave. Tara’s grave was destroyed when Sunnydale collapsed. Willow gives me a somewhat guilty look and I don’t like it.


“No it’s not.” Ok, awkward silence. I hate awkward silences. “Buffy, ever since I did that spell to call all of the slayers I’ve become like a…a goddess or something. I have the mark.” She holds out her strip of white hair. Or as she calls it her ‘badge of honor’. I take another sip of cocoa and put the empty mug on the table. “I don’t need a grave sight or even a body to bring her back. I can bring her back and make her like she did the day she died. The magic isn’t the problem it’s the other stuff.” Other stuff? What other stuff?


“Like if she comes back wrong?” I ask and she nods her head a little.


“You were only in heaven for a couple of months. She’s been there for…twelve years? Something like that. What if everything is too big a shock on her system and she can’t get over it? She says she wants to come back that she’s with me everywhere I go, which I have to admit is a little stalker-ish, but what if she can’t get over it? Or I bring her back and she realizes it’s a mistake? Am I supposed to kill her again so can be happy? I just don’t know what to do.” Ok, so she is taking this very seriously and isn’t going to make any rash decisions like I thought she would. Like she did with me.


“Willow, I don’t really know what to say. How long have you been talking to her?” She shrugs her shoulders and sits back in the couch. This conversation is talking a lot out of her.


“I don’t know exactly, a couple of years now. And it’s only been the last couple of months that she’s wanted to come back. That’s why I’m so worried. She didn’t want to come back before, she was happy where she is. Now all of a sudden she’s not? What if she comes back here and then hates it, or she doesn’t want me because I’m not the same? There’s just too much risk, I don’t know if I can do it. Well, I can, but I don’t know if I should.” She sounds so lost. I don’t think I’ve ever heard her sound like this before. And I don’t know what to say. Ok, Buffy think. Alright time for a ‘what if’ situation. What if Faith was in heaven and you’ve somehow made a connection with her and even though she was happy at first she now wants to come back and spend the rest of her new life with you. What do you do? I would rip her out of there faster then you can say ‘mazal tov to the marzipan man’.


“If it were me I’d bring her back. If she really wants to come back and she’s really unhappy there, then I would. But that’s just me. You really shouldn’t base this decision on my opinion. You have to want it. You have to want to bring her back.” She goes to say something but I interrupt her. “If you knew she was in a bad place, a not so happy place and she wanted to come back to be with you, would you pull her out of there?”


“In a second. I wouldn’t just leave her there to-to rot. But she’s not in a bad place, Buffy, she’s in heaven. How can I just rip her out of heaven?” I lean forward and put my hands over hers and make her look me in the eyes.


“Willow, if she doesn’t want to be there, if she isn’t happy, then heaven is going to turn into her own personal hell. Being surrounded by happiness and joy but not feeling it…it’ll be too much. I’m not saying you should go ahead and do the spell or whatever it is you have to do. But just think about that, ok? Just mull it over for a while? Don’t make any rash decisions, put some ointment on it for a while until you’re absolutely sure.” She nods her head yes and wraps me up in a big hug.


“Thanks, I really needed to hear that. Well, all except for the rash and ointment part, that was a little…icky.” I smile and pull back from the hug. I give and I give and what do I get? A comforted friend. Well, things could have ended worst. She leans against the back of the couch. She looks so tired. “I’m getting kinda sleepy. Do you think we can end this best friend night now? Unless there’s something you wanted to talk about.” Is there anything I need to talk about?…………….Nope, I’m all good.


“No, there’s nothing bothering me at the moment. I have some things to work out with Dawn but that has to wait until tomorrow. I’ll go ahead and go to bed since you want to sleep now, but I’ll be up waiting for Faith to get home so if you need to talk some more, or need some Buffy-cuddles feel free to come in and get some. It would be better if you did it before Faith gets back otherwise you’d be getting Buffy-cuddles and Faithy-cuddles and you might overdose.” She smiles and gives me a little smack on the arm.


“I’m fine, thanks. I’ll be fine, don’t worry. I just need some sleep.” She yawns and stretches her arms above her head. I give her one last hug and we say our goodnights and I go to my room. I get ready for bed, brush my teeth, change into my pajamas, brush my hair and shut off all the lights in the house except for the kitchen light. Faith doesn’t like coming home to a completely dark house. It’s a slayer thing. I go into my bedroom and lay down on my side of the bed.


She might be gone for a long time, she said she wasn’t sure when she’d be back and she wasn’t going to patrol so I know where she is and I have nothing to worry about. But I’m going to stay up until she gets back anyway. I worry no matter how safe she says she’s going to be. And the kids are with her so I’m extra worried. But I can’t force my eyelids to stay open or my mind to become active as I drift off to sleep.
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Ok, I can't make up my mind so I'm going to leave it up to the readers from this site and the two others where I'm posting this story. Should Buffy's baby be a boy or a girl?