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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.


Date: 2010-11-25 09:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Different - but nice :)

Date: 2010-11-25 10:18 am (UTC)
deird1: Fred looking pretty and thoughful (Default)
From: [personal profile] deird1
Nice. :)

Date: 2010-11-25 12:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Aw. It would be weird at first, wouldn't it?i love how Spike doesn't say anything. So true to character.

Date: 2010-11-25 01:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Oh! You would think that after I read your lovely, lengthy Spike m-preg fic, that I would be used to this concept by now. But then I read this and I'm right there with Buffy in her thoughts and feelings. Or maybe that's just your excellent writing ;)

Great little fic! It reminds me of why I love Buffy. Particularly when she tries so hard to be soft and sweet.

Date: 2010-11-25 01:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Hmmmm - so? Mystical, Spike instead of Buffy, pregnancy? The role reversal and subsequent emotions are well done here. And loved the sweet ending.

Date: 2010-11-25 02:25 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] shapinglight
I love the role reversal in this. It reads very well indeed. More?

Date: 2010-11-25 04:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]

Like seriously.


and now I have to go make gravy

but this is gravy FOR MY HEART!

Date: 2010-11-25 04:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]

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!

Date: 2010-11-25 05:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
YOU DID! And I think this conversion is coming along swimmingly! You should be ever so proud!

Honestly, I don't think any other character could have made me get over my initial squick, but when it's Spike--and especially when it's Spike and Buffy--it works.

Date: 2010-11-25 08:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
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.

Date: 2010-11-25 09:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Okay... you may be selling me on a second mpreg scenario. Definitely intrigued.

Date: 2010-11-26 08:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
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.

Date: 2010-11-26 05:55 pm (UTC)
ext_7259: (Default)
From: [identity profile]
Very cute! :)

Date: 2010-11-27 02:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
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 :)

Date: 2010-11-27 03:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
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

Date: 2010-11-27 04:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
i dont read warnings on stories. lol. even if i did i wouldnt have known what it meant. but yes, i enjoyed it. lol

Date: 2010-11-27 03:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
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 [ profile] 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.

Date: 2010-11-27 06:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Oh yes, I've heard all about Seraph from everyone on my flist, but shamefully have not read it yet. I put it off for a long time because of the baby thing, but now that I have seen how well you do mpreg, I'd say it's about time for me to get over that. *g*

:D *waves*

Date: 2010-11-29 05:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Different but NICE - actually a very good treatment of how any woman would feel, such a drastic change of the natural order for humans. And for Buffy, not being the one to actually carry her child I think would be a major crisis.

It would be neat for you to do a longer story exploring how Buffy would deal emotionally with such a drastic gender roles. I like Spike so much more as a vampire - Spike Vamp carrying their magic induced child, maybe let Buffy finish the actual Birth - since Spike would have to have a cesarean to have a child.

Off to read your recommend. I love Buffy & Spike with children.
Edited Date: 2010-11-29 05:58 am (UTC)

Long time fan

Date: 2010-12-05 01:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]

Just wanted to let you know I really liked this story. I read Seraph too, and really really enjoyed it. I hope you write more soon. Thanks for this.

Re: Long time fan

Date: 2010-12-05 02:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Also I think Spike would look kinda cute with a belly lol.

Ok, that is all for now.

Date: 2010-12-29 10:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
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.

Buffy tries to show her love - her way! Tries to understand Spike's emotions. Tries to make him see hers.

A lovely adapting Buffy.


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