Unexpected Blessings

Title: Unexpected Blessings
Author: Pattyanne
snapkik@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: Not mine
Rating: Varies from chapter to chapter
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Summary: Spike and Buffy have a
baby. Prequel to "Daddy's Girl"



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The Eighth Month-part 2

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After he locked the front door, he went upstairs
and found his bride sitting in front of her vanity,
brushing her hair.

She had changed out of her wedding dress and
into a nightgown that he couldn't remember seeing
before. Black satin and lace, it had thin ribbon
straps and it's hem lightly touched the tops of her
small feet.

Spike closed the door, leaning back against
it.

Turning her head, Buffy smiled at him. "Everyone
gone?"

"Yes," he said. "It's just you and me tonight."

He crossed the room and stood behind her. Taking
the brush from her hand, he began to move it
through her soft tresses.

Buffy sighed with pure pleasure, and closed her
eyes.

"You know," he said, continuing the rhythmic
strokes of the brush. "They say that all brides are
beautiful..." With a smile, he returned the brush
to her vanity table. "...but MY bride is definitely
the fairest in the land."

Taking her hand, he drew her to her feet and
pulled her across the room to the oak armoire.
He opened the cabinet door that hid the television
and stereo system, then pushed the "ON" button the the CD player.

Soft, slow music began to play as he led her back
to the center of the room. After kissing both her hands,
he placed her arms around his neck, and wrapped
his loosely around her waist.

Bending his head, he buried his face against the
warm flesh of her throat. Swaying gently to the rhythm
of the music, they danced without saying a word.

Whispering soft words of love into his bride's ear, Spike
lifted her into his arms and carried her to their bed, sitting
down with her in his lap.

"The most beautiful bride in the world," he said, looking
into the endless green depths of her eyes. "My wife,"
he added, kissing her possessively. "Mine!"

"Yes, baby," she replied, laying one small hand on
his cheek. "All yours...forever." She started to kiss him,
then pulled back. "Hey! I just thought of something!"

"Well, can't it wait?" he asked, trying to get back to
her mouth.

She held him off. "No, I really want to ask you some-
thing."

Sighing, he gave in. "Ask me what, luv?"

"What Mrs. am I?"

"What?" He looked at her, confused for a moment, then
said, "Oh, I know what you mean. Um..well, technically
you're Mrs. Hamilton."

Buffy grinned. "No kidding? You're William Hamilton?"

"That's right..William Thomas Hamilton."

She tried it out. "William Hamilton...Mrs. William Hamilton."

He smiled and pinched her cheek. "That would be YOU,
babe."

"Any numbers?" she asked.

"Numbers?"

"You know...the second, the third, the fourteenth? Numbers?"

"Sorry, sweetheart." He shook his head. "No numbers."

"How come?" she asked, tilting her head. "I thought
you British types were big on the number thing."

"Not really..unless there's a crown involved."

She giggled. "I guess we can start the numbers...if
this baby's a boy."

"Sorry again, love...but this baby is a girl." He stroked
the firm curve of her belly.

"How do YOU know?"

"Because that's what I ordered," he explained. "A baby
girl...very tiny and delicate..with golden curls and big
green eyes, and a voice that'll tame the fiercest dragon
in the forest and make it lay it's head in her lap..and
there it will stay, happily, for the rest of it's life, doing
anything she asks of it."

Buffy smiled tenderly, stroking the back of his
neck. "This little girl sounds like she's gonna have
a lot of power."

Spike nodded, playing with her hair. "She already
does. And...she'll be so beautiful that all the wild
things and most dangerous beasts will fall at her
feet...and beg her to smile." Cupping her cheek,
he turned her head to look into her eyes again. "Just
like her father did with her mother."

She leaned forward and kissed him, then pressed
her cheek against his. "You know what I wonder?"

"What's that, luv?"

"I wonder where the hell you were hiding this part
of you back when you were trying to kill me."

He chuckled. "Baby, I wasn't hiding anything. This
part of me didn't exist until I fell in love with you."

Buffy shook her head. "Sure, it did. You just lost track
of it for a while."

He turned her in his arms and lowered her down into
the pillows. "And then you found it."

"Yep, I did." She slipped her hands around the back
of his neck, lacing her fingers together. "I had to dig for
it, but I found it."

Her voice suddenly became serious. "You know, we're so
lucky. Think about how many times we almost killed
each other...how close we came. God...just the littlest
thing could have changed everything. We wouldn't be
here and I wouldn't be...."

"Mrs. Hamil"
"

His using her married name caught her attention. "That's
me," she said with a childlike giggle.

"You need to stop talking now, because there's something
I want to do. Actually, it's something I've never done
before, and..."

"And what wouHAT HAT be?" she inquired.

Spike kissed a path from her cheek to her ear. "Make
love to my wife," he said. "It's time to consumate this
marriage."

"Oh! Well...don't let ME stop you."

"Sweetheart," he murmured against her lips. "An
act of God couldn't stop me."

His mouth moved down her boy, lingering on the
tender skin between her breasts. Slipping his fingers
under the satin strap of her gown, he rubbed his
thumb against the soft material.

"This is very pretty," he s "T "Take it off."

"Wait a second," Buffy tried to push his wandering
hands away. "I spent a lot of time shopping for the
perfect nightgown."

"And you succeeded. It's perfect...but it's also in
my way." He doubled his efforts to wrestle the
garment off her.

She straightened her arms, holding him away from
her with difficulty. "So, I only get to wear it for five
minutes?"

"Sorry about that," he replied, sounding anything BUT
sorry. "Sudden uncontrollable lust is taking over. Don't
fight it."

"Yeah, but you're gonna tear it!"

"I don't care!" He took one of her arms and pinned
it to the bed by the wrist. "I'll buy you another one."

Buffy was struggling not to smile. "This was the only one
in my size," she informed him. "Extra short and kind
of chubby around the middle."

"Oh, baby," he moaned playfully. "You're turning me"
"
He glanced skyward, his eyes half closed in bliss. "That's
the girl of my dreams."

"Yeah, well....you're weird!"

"I am indeed," he nodded, winking at her. "And you love it,
don't you, baby?"

Not giving her a chance to reply, he captured her mouth
beneath his. Parting her lips with his tongue, he
pushed it deeply into her mouth, finding hers and then
testing the edges of her small teeth.

Moaning softly, Buffy chased his tongue back into his
mouth, following eagerly with hers.

Tearing her mouth away, she panted for air as Spike
licked and kissed his way to ear. "I love kissing you,"
he said. "You kiss like a dream. The way you taste me
and suck on my tongue...I feel it all the way down in
my dick."

His lips moved down her cheek to her jaw, then
skimmed over her throat to the beginning swell of
her ample breasts. Impatiently, he yanked down
the neckline of her gown until he'd completely ex-
posed the heavy mounds. Cupping the sides of
them, he pushed them together and began licking
her nipples.

With a cry of pleasure, Buffy arched her back, en-
couraging him to be a little rougher in his attentions.

He suddenly pulled away, making her whine and
whimper irritably. "That feel good?" he teased.

"Feels so good," she moaned.

"Want some more?"

"Yeah...God, baby...please don't stop."

Burying his face between her breasts, he
rolled them over on the bed until she was hovering
over him.

Bracing herself on her hands and knees, she
lowered herself, then began moving her shoulders
slightly, rubbing her breasts all over his face.

Whenever she brought themr hir his mouth, his
tongue darted out and flicked rapidly back and
forth over her taut nipples.

Taking one breast in each hand, he fondled and
squeezed them. Starting at the base, his hands
moved up, gripping her firmly and playing with
her nipples.

He lingered at this task until he felt his not-so-
blushing bride pushing on his shoulders impatiently.

With a soft laugh, he pulled back. "Want me to
go down on you, love? Eat your little pussy until you
scream?"

"Yes, please," she said, directing him south.

He paused at the curve of her belly, lavishing every
inch of it with kisses, and smiling when he felt
the baby stirring beneath his touch. "I'm sorry,
sweetheart," he said. "Daddy woke you up, didn't
he? Well, I'll try to be more careful, so you go back
to sleep, little girl."

Buffy smiled. "Why bother? You're just gonna wake
her up again in a few minutes."

Spike shook his head. "No, I won't. I'll be very gentle,
little one. You won't even know I'm there."

"Oh, great," Buffy muttered.

"Relax, love...YOU'LL definitely know I'm there." Moving
further down, he eased her thighs apart and began to
apply his tongue to the wet cleft of her sex, sliding it
up and down.

Buffy yelped, "Oh!...You the there, all right!"

In less than two minutes, he reduced her to a panting
little bundle of sexual need. His talented tongue covered
every inch of her, kissing and licking, then probing deeply
and fucking her with it.

Without pausing in his attentions, he glanced up, watch-
ing her face as he worked over her. Her swollen tummy
obscured his view, and he stopped licking her.

Anticipating a loud protest, he inserted one finger
inside her, using his thumb to stimulate her clit, then
raised his head.

"Lift up a little, baby," he instructed her. "Put a couple
of pillows behind you."

"W-why?" Buffy gasped.

Spike grinned at her. "Because I like to watch your
face when I do this."

She returned his smile. "And I like watching you do it."

He waited until she found a comfortable position. Meeting
her eyes, he lowered his head and licked her from bottom
to top, then began to suck on her clit.

Seconds later, he sensed her impending orgasm and
released her from his mouth. "Do you want me to make
you come this way?" he asked.

Buffy was almost incapable of speech. "No.." she managed
to choke out. "I want to come when you do...when you're
inside me..."

Her words kicked his own lust even higher. He crawled
up her body on his hands and knees. "Inside of you?"

"Uh-huh."

"Which part of me do you want inside of you...making
you come?"

"You know which part." Her hands slid up and down his
arms, her fingers digging into the muscle of his biceps.

"Say it," he whispered in her


"Spiikkkee," she whined. "Please...."

"Say it!" he demanded again, turning her onto her
side and positioning himself behind her. "Say it...or
I won't..." He pressed his erection against her soft
bottom, then pulled away.

She reached behind her, placing her hand over the
large swelling between his legs.

"This!" She squeezed firmly. "Your cock...your dick...your
shaft...your gigantic manhood...your reason for living!"

Turning her head, she glared at him. "Now stop teasing me
or I'll throw you on your back and damn well help myself!"

Spike had to laugh, rubbing his face against her soft
hair. "Baby...this isn't my reason for living," he said,
pressing himself against her again. He then sent one
hand down to cup her wet pussy. "This is!"

Lifting one of her legs slightly, he pushed himself
into the tight warmth where he love spe spend all his
time. "Time to play..."Here Comes The Bride" he
said, beginning to slide in and out of her.

Buffy braced herself with one hand and pushed
back to meet his thrusts, biting her lower lip.

"Don't do that," he ordered her, sucking on her
earlobe, laving it with his tongue. "I'm the only one
who gets to bite any part of you."

"Spike..." she panted. "I...I love you."

He leaned forward to meet her lips with his. "I love
you, too, Buffy...I love you...love you...."

He increased the pace of his thrusts, pumping deep
and hard, reaching around front of her to play with
her clit. "Gonna make you come, baby....make you
come hard...make you see stars...make you scream."

Her loud panting and moaning was drivinm
cm
crazy. Buffy was never one to be silent during sex,
and he absolutely loved that about her. She had
no shyness about telling him exactly what she wanted
from him in the most graphic terms.

She threw her head back, straining all her muscles. "It
feels so good...so good...fuck me harder, Spike...fuck
me good."

"Mmmm...." he moaned. "Gonna give me some cream, ten?ten? I want to feel it all over my cock...so wet and
sticky...give it to me...come for me, baby...do it...do it
now!"

Wih a soft cry and a final tensing of her internal muscles,
she did as he asked, coming so hard that she brought
on his own orgasm before he knew what was happening.

"Oh, FUCK!" he shouted. "UNH...YEAH..YEAH...AHH..."

He actually felt dizzy as he emptied his load into
his wife's willing body, slowing down a little at a time,
until he was buried all the way in her, pressing hard
against her rear, his hand cupped over her soaking wet
pussy.

After a minute of recuperation, she looked back at him
and smiled. "Now that's what I call...a successful con-
sumation."

He had to agree.

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A loud blast of music from the juke box startled him
out of his thoughts. He glanced at his watch and
realized that, as pleasant as his little trip down
memory lane had been, if he didn't get home soon
his bride would be waiting with something far
sharper than her tongue.

Finishing his drink, he dropped some monon ton the bar and headed for the exit.


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"Where have you been? I was getting worried!"

Buffy was standing on the front porch, waiting
for him.

"Sorry, baby." He dropped a light kiss on her
cheek. "Store was really crowded," he added,
mentally crossing his fingers.

In the kitchen, he deposited two full gry
by
bags on the table. Taking off his jacket, he
tossed it over the back of a chair.

"Here you go, babe," he said when Buffy came
in to the kitchen. "Knock yourself out."

She rewarded him with her prettiest smile, the one
that would make him do anything she asked, and
began unpacking the bags.

Behaving as though he'd brought her a treasure
chest overflowing with jewels and gold coins,
Buffy pulled out one item after another.

There were a dozen candy bars of different varieties; a
bottle of chocolate syrup; two dozen chocolate cookies
with chocolate chips in them; chocolate covered straw-
berries; three cans of chocolate fudge frosting...a par-
ticular favorite since their baby had been conceived after
they'd spent hours licking it off each r; ar; a carton of
slightly melted chocolate ice cream; and a gallon of
chocolate milk.

As she emptied the bags of their treasures, she heaped
words of love and praise on him. "You're my hero, baby,
you really are. The way you treat me...all the sweet things
you do for me."

Pausing in her task, she smiled at him and said. "You're the
best husband I've ever had."

"Gee, thanks," he replied. Leaning back against the counter,
he had to smile. She could be such a little girl at times, and
was also so adorably unaware of it.



Sometimes, she was a wide-eyed child, capable
of charming the devil himself. But, at other times, she
was all woman. A sensual creature with a wild heart,
who could seduce God's most virtuous angels from
their hope of heaven.

Buffy continued unpacking her treats. "You are the
sweetest, most considerate...wait a minute." She
looked at him. "Where's the chocolate licorice?"

Spike hit his forehead dramatically. "The chocolate
licorice! I knew I forgot something."

"I take back everything I said," she pouted.

"Well, I'm sorry, punkin. I meant to get it, but I got
sidetracked by something and just...forgot."

"Sidetracked by what?" she demanded. "The butcher
shop?"

"Careful, baby," he scolded. "Be nice to me, or I won't
show you what I found."

"Spike!"

He shook his head. "You'll be sorry." Reaching for his
jacket, he dug into it's deep inner pocket and extracted
a can with a brown snap on lid. Smiling wickedly, he turned
the can slowly, displaying the label.

Buffy's eyes opened wide. "That's..that's..oh, my GOD!" she
squealed, reaching for the can.

He laughed and held it high over her head.

"Hey!" She punched him in the gut, with no effect. "Give
it over!"

He saw her prepare to jump and reach for the can. Afraid
she might jar something loose, he relinquished it.

Buffy stared at the can in sheer delight. "Who is the
genius that invented chocolate whipped cream?" she
asked. "I want to write him a fan letter."

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TBC.....

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