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FIC: To Come Home To

Title: To Come Home To
Spoilers / Words: post-NFA / 1200 words
Characters: Buffy, Spike
Rating: R for sexiness and a wee bit of Language.
Warnings: mpreg

A/N: Besides the Initiative, I've only ever been able to sell myself on one other Spike mpreg scenario, and this is it. Now with bonus implied post-apocalyptic backstory! There may eventually be other bits, both before and after this one.

Title provisional; suggestions heartily welcomed!

ETA: There is more of this fic, it seems. All installments may be found here.

~~~~~

It’d been four weeks at least since Buffy had cautiously resigned herself to the idea of having a baby. She’d dismissed the thought of kids long ago, the first time Angel had shot it down, and Riley’s half-stated expectations on the matter had never shaken her. Besides, pregnant Slayer? The world might not survive her maternity leave.

But okay. Spike wanted a kid, there was one already in the making, and they had a few months prep time – more than she got for most apocalypses.

Why else would she be doing a little more-or-less friendly ‘interfacing’ with some warty, green, hornless demons, if not to secure the crew’s – and therefore a baby’s – place in this brave new scheme of things? More negotiation. Bleah. She hadn’t realized how often she killed demons just to shut them up until now when she couldn’t anymore. She wondered less now why Angel’d needed an entire law firm to deal with them.

Anyway, talks over for now, peace between hers and theirs momentarily secured. The sun shone over her shoulder as she pushed in the safe house’s front door.

And found Spike, back to the kitchen counter and mouth to a walkie-talkie, hand absent-mindedly starfished over his stomach. She froze. He glanced up and saw something in her that made him drop his hand and turn away.

Buffy strode past him and climbed the stairs to the training room. Empty. Buffy took a deep breath, thought about Giles’ centering exercises, and dismissed them. With quick, unsteady movements she taped each hand and squared off with the punching bag.

Twenty minutes later the door squeaked open. Spike. She kept eyes and fists at the bag, and after a few minutes he went away again without ever speaking, which made her feel worse.

Her. Spike. Baby.

Round kick to the bag.

Scary. Maybe doable.

Jab, upper cut.

What he wanted.

Double punch. Kick to the knee.

Her: not pregnant. Huge plus.

Punch. Left jab. Punch.

Spike: pregnant.

She slammed her foot in at waist height, then jumped aside as the bag swung, chains rattling.

Sure, he’d been putting on weight – finally. Before this, he’d looked almost skeletal. Starvation levels, Giles had been talking. Still adjusting to the whole living-and-breathing thing. Now he was filling out some, and not just around the middle. He looked less like a grinning skull when he laughed, and his ribs less like a double xylophone. And if some of that weight was settling around his stomach, well, that was what happened to human guys with deep-fried fixations.

But she’d seen it in his posture, in the fall of his hand on his belly, just like every stereotypical pregnant woman ever. She hadn’t really believed it until then.

Spike was having their baby. Spike was.

She watched the bag continue to swing – hmm, might want to think about reinforcing the ceiling beam – and tried to think what to do about that.

~*~*~


She went downstairs, past the kitchen where Xander and Dawn were arguing rations, down the second flight to the basement. At the bottom she slid the door quietly open. Dimly she saw Spike stretched out on their bed, shirtless and snoring.

She crept to the bed and settled carefully at the edge. For a while she just looked, watching his chest rise and fall – not a new habit, but somehow mesmerizing now in its necessity. And below his ribs rose the smooth outward curve of his belly, not unmistakeable yet but close to it. A baby. Spike’s baby. She tried to hold onto that idea, to heft it and feel its weight, but it kept slipping away from her.

Instead she reached cautiously out and laid her palm against him, just below his navel. Warm; she hadn’t gotten used to that, either. Maybe she was just getting crotchety, now that she was approaching her mid-twenties. She couldn’t handle change anymore. Anyway, he didn’t feel pregnant, whatever that meant. Just like a guy with a taste for the Brewskis.

Suddenly she realized the quality of Spike’s breathing had changed. She snatched her hand into her lap and looked over to find him looking back. “Hey,” she said.

He glanced down to her hand and back up. “According to the telly, now’s when you tell me how carrying your kid just makes me that much sexier.”

She couldn’t read his tone; it might have been drily amused, or maybe tipped over into bitter. As she watched his eyes, her words sticking in her throat, his expression fell to one she knew on sight: hurt.

She swallowed. “Is it okay if I touch you?”

He huffed a laugh. “Can’t recall ever minding that, so long as it’s not my nose.”

Ignoring all his ever-changing expressions, she laid her hand on him again and swept a slow circle around his bellybutton. Still Spike. Her hand wandered lower, beneath the sheet, and confirmed: still her man. Oh, yeah. Her very interested man.

She glanced up, innuendo on her lips, and was startled to silence by the conflicted desire in his expression. “Is it okay?” she fumbled. “I mean, for...”

“It’s fine,” he said. “I just... I thought I might have to go the next five months without.”

“Without?” Again: startled. “But we’ve... I mean, the other night when I got off patrol - okay, no, but then last week...” She trailed off, trying to think. That couldn’t be right. She’d have noticed. She’d have missed it. Wouldn’t she? “Have we not had sex in four weeks?”

“Four and a half,” he said, hauling himself upright. “The night before... Well. Before the joyous news.”

“And you didn’t say something?” she said.

He lifted an eyebrow. "Figured you not saying anything was message enough."

Her face burned hot with shame. She probably glowed in the dark with it. “Oh, God, Spike. I’m sorry.”

“It’s all right,” he said, but to the sheet rather than to her. He favored her with a pained half-smile. “A bit of a blow to a man’s masculinity, getting knocked up.”

She tried to think of all the nights fucking each other alive, all the lazy mornings usually filled with lazy morning sex, and instead remembered getting up before him, coming downstairs after him, always thinking: Let him sleep. Curling herself into his arms and carefully not noticing the subtle shifts in his personal geography. Not thinking about it.

That was it: her and her award-winning talent for Not Thinking About It.

And there was Spike, sitting next to her and trying hard to look disinterested.

A half-formed thought crystallized. “You want this baby that bad? To not... for another five months?”

“Six, counting this last one,” he said. He shrugged, but she saw right through that faux-indifference, mister.

Any doubts she might have had about how serious he was? Smithereens.

Still, he needed this. He needed her to get over her squickies and do this.

She scooted in close and ran her hand up his neck, her ridiculous contrary whole-hearted ex-vampire. She craned to follow his gaze until it met hers. Then she closed in and caught his mouth – warm, and if she wasn’t used to that bit of weirdness yet it didn’t mean it wasn’t good – and started kissing him, long and slow and thorough. She had some catching up to do.

Afterward, as they lay sweaty and tangled together with the sheet wound around their legs, he said, “That my last hurrah, then? ‘Cause I’m not getting any less pregnant from here. Not for a long while, anyway.”

She rolled over, straining to think of some reassurance if what they’d just done wasn’t enough, but he was grinning, the rejected look all wiped away for the moment. “There could be more,” she said, snuggling in tighter against him. “Later. Right now Buffy go sleep.”

Drifting off, she thought: Her guy, pregnant with her baby? Not entirely unsexy.

Finis

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hexebusterjaxon
Nov. 25th, 2010 09:52 am (UTC)
Different - but nice :)
snickfic
Nov. 25th, 2010 05:06 pm (UTC)
Thank you! Glad you enjoyed. :)
deird1
Nov. 25th, 2010 10:18 am (UTC)
Nice. :)
snickfic
Nov. 25th, 2010 05:06 pm (UTC)
Thank you. :)
diamondtook862
Nov. 25th, 2010 12:52 pm (UTC)
Aw. It would be weird at first, wouldn't it?i love how Spike doesn't say anything. So true to character.
snickfic
Nov. 25th, 2010 05:07 pm (UTC)
I think it would definitely take getting used to, on both sides. I'm glad it worked for you. :)
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snickfic
Nov. 25th, 2010 05:09 pm (UTC)
Yay, I'm so glad it worked for you! And it would take an awful lot of getting used to for everyone involved, I think - readers included. :)

Buffy is so very adorable sometimes, isn't she? *loves*
slaymesoftly
Nov. 25th, 2010 01:53 pm (UTC)
Hmmmm - so? Mystical, Spike instead of Buffy, pregnancy? The role reversal and subsequent emotions are well done here. And loved the sweet ending.
snickfic
Nov. 25th, 2010 05:11 pm (UTC)
There's quite a bit of backstory to this piece, and some of it's even written, but this is the best of it. So, yes, mystical - it's related to the sanshu.

And I'm glad you liked the ending. I was in the mood for something sweet. :)
shapinglight
Nov. 25th, 2010 02:25 pm (UTC)
I love the role reversal in this. It reads very well indeed. More?
snickfic
Nov. 25th, 2010 05:13 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I'm so glad you enjoyed. I think there will likely be more at some point, just not necessarily in any sort of order. This will definitely be, if anything, an anecdotes-and-vignettes sort of a thing. :)
ladyofthelog
Nov. 25th, 2010 04:52 pm (UTC)
AWWW I ADORE THIS.

Like seriously.

AWWWW

and now I have to go make gravy

but this is gravy FOR MY HEART!
snickfic
Nov. 25th, 2010 05:13 pm (UTC)
YAY. Gravy for your heart! Tickled I could oblige. :)
penny_lane_42
Nov. 25th, 2010 04:54 pm (UTC)
GENDER REVERSALS!

This was perfect. Buffy's feelings, her discovery of Spike's emotions, their interactions--flawless. I am totally in love with it.

Woman, quit making me love mpreg!
snickfic
Nov. 25th, 2010 05:17 pm (UTC)
Did I not tell you? DID I NOT?

You do not dissuade me. The campaign to convince Lauren of the excellence of mpreg continues apace!

(And: Thank you. I'm glad you liked it. *g*)
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seapealsh
Nov. 25th, 2010 08:39 pm (UTC)
Cute and sweet. I couldn't for the life of me figure out why human Spike was pregnant, not to mention the biology involved (hey, I'm a scientist!) but since I saw you say it was mystical I'm all about just going with it. Will look forward to more, Snick.
snickfic
Nov. 25th, 2010 09:37 pm (UTC)
Heh. Yeah, I wasn't really focusing on the logistics here, but I do have an explanation, albeit a fairly handwavy one. Glad you were able to enjoy it anyway. :)
brutti_ma_buoni
Nov. 25th, 2010 09:46 pm (UTC)
Okay... you may be selling me on a second mpreg scenario. Definitely intrigued.
snickfic
Nov. 25th, 2010 10:30 pm (UTC)
*cheers*

I have to tell you, though, that this one has no grand plan; it's just me writing things I like (Spuffy + mpreg + post-apocalypse).
debris4spike
Nov. 26th, 2010 08:10 am (UTC)
Love the role reversal - and great to see Spike still with the snark to cover his hurt .... but good to see Buffy work through that.
snickfic
Nov. 26th, 2010 06:37 pm (UTC)
Yay! I'm glad you enjoyed it. :)
moscow_watcher
Nov. 26th, 2010 05:55 pm (UTC)
Very cute! :)
snickfic
Nov. 26th, 2010 06:37 pm (UTC)
Thanks. :)
fangfaceandrea
Nov. 27th, 2010 02:12 am (UTC)
Oooh I like the weirdness of pregnant Spike, and this was very nicely done, specially Buffy realizing she had to get over the weirdness.
I approve :)
snickfic
Nov. 27th, 2010 03:46 am (UTC)
The weirdness is part of what fascinates me about this scenario, so I'm glad that you enjoyed it! Thanks for commenting. :)
cloaked_heart
Nov. 27th, 2010 03:31 am (UTC)
at first i thought it was buffy who was prego then i got to the part where it said spike was and i was lik "wait...what?? *reread* ..whoa." XD
snickfic
Nov. 27th, 2010 03:46 am (UTC)
Heh. Yep, that's what the "mpreg" warning means: male pregnancy. Hope you enjoyed anyway. :)
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ever_neutral
Nov. 27th, 2010 03:47 am (UTC)
Oh, I love this. It's totally believable, and actually true to these two, without going into sap territory. Colour me impressed.

Also: Hi. I don't know if you know me, but diamondtook862 has been talking you up behind your back, so I thought I'd come over and make contact. You give good mpreg. Carry on.
snickfic
Nov. 27th, 2010 04:11 am (UTC)
Hooray! I'm so glad you enjoyed it. I have a bit of a thing about mpreg, especially involving Spike; if you're looking for more I also wrote a longfic set in S4.

Hello to you! I've seen you around, most recently at Gabs' blog. Oh, and now I remember noticing that you beta for DT. Nice to meet you!
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