Fic: Magic Moments 12/? - S/X
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suki_blueTitle: Magic Moments
Pairing: S/X
Rating: No idea. Contains bad language. No violence or sex...yet.
Summary: A naughty blue demon decides it would be funny if Xander had Spike's baby
Genre: Comedy
Warnings: MPREG Lots of sillyness.
Concrit: By private email. sukibluekitty@aol.com No flames please.
Feedback: I loves it!
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kitty_poker1 for the beta.
Previous Parts
Xander dozed.
Willow typed.
Spike paced.
Right. This is clearly a delicate moment. Need some damn tact, here.
Tact? Do I even posses such a thing?
Spike checked his pockets, just to be sure.
Nope. Didn’t think so. Well, what a predicament.
What predicament? There is no predicament! Just sodding well tell him what you know. Tell him what you bloody well heard! It isn’t like you give a fuck, anyway.
I do give a fuck. I give several fucks, actually, thank you very much.
You do? Naaah, 'course you don’t. Well, you did admit that you fancied him, but that was all, right? Xander was dead on. You don’t actually *care* about him.
I do!
You don’t!
I…hang on. Whose bloody side are you on? It wasn’t too long ago that you were trying to convince me that I liked him!
Perhaps I’ve just come around to your way of thinking. Perhaps.
Oh, sod off. Yes, I like him. Yes, I fancy him. Yes, I bloody well care about him. Happy? Git.
Happy, you say? Hmmm, that is a question. ~thoughtful pause~ No.
What do you mean no? Now what?
It’s just that…I think you’re missing something.
Am I?
Something about a nipper?
What about it?
You want it.
I…yeah. I do. I must be out of my fucking mind, but I do. Didn’t think I’d ever be a father.
Well, now’s your chance.
Please. Wake up. Xander doesn’t want…
Doesn’t he? You saw his face when you told him you could hear a heartbeat. You saw his smile when the baby kicked that second time.
Doesn’t mean…
It might. How do know unless you ask?
Bloody hell. It ain’t that easy. Not now. He won’t… Not when he finds out that…
So, don’t tell him.
“NO! That ain’t right!” Spike shouted, gripping the coat rack tightly and giving it damn good shake.
“Spike!” Willow hissed. “Let go of the coat rack. It hasn’t done anything to you!”
“Sorry. Got carried away,” Spike admitted, walking back over to Willow and seating himself on the edge of the table.
“You want to talk about what that was all about?”
“No.”
“Spike,” Willow warned. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing…something. Need to tell Xan first. He deserves that.”
Willow teared up. “Oh my god, there’s something wrong with the baby.”
Spike opened his mouth to answer, but was cut off by a small gasp from the couch.
Xander sat bolt upright and clutched at his stomach protectively. “What’s wrong with the baby?! Spike?! Willow?!”
“No, pet. Nothing’s wrong with the sprog,” Spike said as he hurriedly made his way to the couch. “You woke up in the middle of something. Just bad timing, luv. Wasn’t how it sounded.”
“Are you sure? ‘Cos I’m not sure how many more shocks I can take!”
“Ah, might have a problem, there.”
“Huh? Oh, Spike, *what?*” Xander whined.
“Look, I’m just gonna come right out and say it. I keep messing about and it does neither of us any good. So here goes…”
“Please don’t tell me you’re pregnant, too?”
“No, pet… At least, I fucking hope not. One of us is enough, eh? No, the thing is…”
“Willow’s pregnant?”
“No. Willow isn’t pregnant…”
“Buffy’s pregnant? She found the Skuki, right? It did it to her, too!”
“No. Buffy isn’t pregnant. Don’t know if she’s found the Skuki or not yet. Xan, the thing is…”
“If you tell me that Giles is pregnant, I’m gonna be sick again.”
“No…”
“He’s having a thing, you know?”
“Xan, forget Giles, I need to tell you… What kind of thing?”
“You know, he’s doing the nasty with Wesley.”
“Eh?! You sure?!”
“Yup. I was unfortunate enough to be eavesdropping on an occasion when they had spontaneous phone-sex, if you could call it that. I never realised that cream scones were so dirty.”
Spike hesitated. He definitely needed to get the low-down on this. But now really wasn’t the time. “Pet, you know I’m gonna pump you for every available scrap of information about that, right?”
“Right.”
“Just not now. I need you to do something for me.”
“What?”
“Just sit still and don’t. Say. A word. Got it?”
“I can’t say anything?”
“Not a word.”
“Not even a small word?”
“No. Not one single word, large or small.”
“How about two single medium sized words?”
“Xan…”
“I know, I know. I’m sorry. I’m just…”
“What, pet? Just what?” Spike asked as he pulled Xander into a full-on hug.
“I’m just scared about what you’re gonna say. I know there’s something wrong with the baby…Our baby.”
Spike felt his mouth dry up. See? He said ‘our baby’. He wants it! “Luv, please believe me. Ain’t nothing wrong with our baby. I can hear it. Healthy, pet. Promise you.”
“Then what is it?”
Spike took a deep breath. “I can hear two heartbeats.”
~gulp~ “Two?”
“Two.”
“You’re absolutely sure?”
“Positive.”
“Perhaps it’s just mine you can hear,” Xander suggested.
“If we’re counting your heartbeat, then I can hear three. You got a real drum and bass thing going on in there. A one man band,” Spike said with small smile.
Xander relaxed slightly and closed his eyes.
“You alright, luv?”
Xander nodded.
“You need to talk to me now, pet. How are you feeling about this?”
Xander opened his eyes again and turned to face Spike. “Honestly? I think I’m more scared than I’ve ever been in my life. You?”
“Same, pet. Well, sort of the same. Probably not quite as scared as you, mind. I’m not the one who’s probably gonna have to be cut open to get…You alright? You’ve gone bloody pale all of a sudden.”
“You just had to say something like that, didn’t you?”
“Like what?”
“The cutting and opening thing. That was so…evil.”
“Really? Cheers, pet.”
Xander smiled despite the mind-numbing fear. “Thank you, Spike.”
“For what?”
“For being you. I need that. I need you with me. I can’t do this by myself, no matter what hormone!girl!Xander might say.”
Spike swallowed hard and took Xander’s hand. “I’m right here, pet. Ain’t gonna leave you alone with this.”
“Um, guys? Can I interrupt? Just for a second?”
Xander nodded and Willow squatted down in front of them both. “I just want to be clear; do you guys want to keep the babies?”
Spike and Xander looked at each other, still unsure of exactly what the other was thinking.
“Yes,” they said, together.
Willow smiled and stood up straight. “Then you won’t mind if I do this? *ahem* OHMYGOD OHMYGOD OHMYGOD OHMYGOD OHMYGOD OHMYGOD OHMYGOD OHMYGOD OHMYGOD OHMYGOD OHMYGOD OHMYGOD OHMYGOD OHMYGOD OHMYGOD OHMYGOD OHMYGOD OHMYGOD OHMYGOD OHMYGOD!!!! I’m SOOOOOOOO EXCITED!!!! Think of all the shopping and all the little baby booties and, and, and auwww, think of all the toys…”
Xander’s eyes lit up at that. Actually, so did Spike’s, but that is a closely guarded secret, so shhh, don’t tell anyone.
“…and, and think of the tiny little shirts and pants and think of all…”
“Erm, Red? How about thinking all about a way to deliver the nibblets first, eh? Otherwise, the little blighters might try and push their way through a hole that Xander here just don’t have.”
“Again. Thank you for that, Spike. You know just how to tip a guy over from scared to death to completely and utterly petrified. It’s a true talent, Spike, really.”
Leaning them both back into the couch, Spike placed a gentle kiss to Xander’s temple. “I do it just for you.”
TBC…
Pairing: S/X
Rating: No idea. Contains bad language. No violence or sex...yet.
Summary: A naughty blue demon decides it would be funny if Xander had Spike's baby
Genre: Comedy
Warnings: MPREG Lots of sillyness.
Concrit: By private email. sukibluekitty@aol.com No flames please.
Feedback: I loves it!
Thank you to
kitty_poker1 for the beta.Previous Parts
Xander dozed.
Willow typed.
Spike paced.
Right. This is clearly a delicate moment. Need some damn tact, here.
Tact? Do I even posses such a thing?
Spike checked his pockets, just to be sure.
Nope. Didn’t think so. Well, what a predicament.
What predicament? There is no predicament! Just sodding well tell him what you know. Tell him what you bloody well heard! It isn’t like you give a fuck, anyway.
I do give a fuck. I give several fucks, actually, thank you very much.
You do? Naaah, 'course you don’t. Well, you did admit that you fancied him, but that was all, right? Xander was dead on. You don’t actually *care* about him.
I do!
You don’t!
I…hang on. Whose bloody side are you on? It wasn’t too long ago that you were trying to convince me that I liked him!
Perhaps I’ve just come around to your way of thinking. Perhaps.
Oh, sod off. Yes, I like him. Yes, I fancy him. Yes, I bloody well care about him. Happy? Git.
Happy, you say? Hmmm, that is a question. ~thoughtful pause~ No.
What do you mean no? Now what?
It’s just that…I think you’re missing something.
Am I?
Something about a nipper?
What about it?
You want it.
I…yeah. I do. I must be out of my fucking mind, but I do. Didn’t think I’d ever be a father.
Well, now’s your chance.
Please. Wake up. Xander doesn’t want…
Doesn’t he? You saw his face when you told him you could hear a heartbeat. You saw his smile when the baby kicked that second time.
Doesn’t mean…
It might. How do know unless you ask?
Bloody hell. It ain’t that easy. Not now. He won’t… Not when he finds out that…
So, don’t tell him.
“NO! That ain’t right!” Spike shouted, gripping the coat rack tightly and giving it damn good shake.
“Spike!” Willow hissed. “Let go of the coat rack. It hasn’t done anything to you!”
“Sorry. Got carried away,” Spike admitted, walking back over to Willow and seating himself on the edge of the table.
“You want to talk about what that was all about?”
“No.”
“Spike,” Willow warned. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing…something. Need to tell Xan first. He deserves that.”
Willow teared up. “Oh my god, there’s something wrong with the baby.”
Spike opened his mouth to answer, but was cut off by a small gasp from the couch.
Xander sat bolt upright and clutched at his stomach protectively. “What’s wrong with the baby?! Spike?! Willow?!”
“No, pet. Nothing’s wrong with the sprog,” Spike said as he hurriedly made his way to the couch. “You woke up in the middle of something. Just bad timing, luv. Wasn’t how it sounded.”
“Are you sure? ‘Cos I’m not sure how many more shocks I can take!”
“Ah, might have a problem, there.”
“Huh? Oh, Spike, *what?*” Xander whined.
“Look, I’m just gonna come right out and say it. I keep messing about and it does neither of us any good. So here goes…”
“Please don’t tell me you’re pregnant, too?”
“No, pet… At least, I fucking hope not. One of us is enough, eh? No, the thing is…”
“Willow’s pregnant?”
“No. Willow isn’t pregnant…”
“Buffy’s pregnant? She found the Skuki, right? It did it to her, too!”
“No. Buffy isn’t pregnant. Don’t know if she’s found the Skuki or not yet. Xan, the thing is…”
“If you tell me that Giles is pregnant, I’m gonna be sick again.”
“No…”
“He’s having a thing, you know?”
“Xan, forget Giles, I need to tell you… What kind of thing?”
“You know, he’s doing the nasty with Wesley.”
“Eh?! You sure?!”
“Yup. I was unfortunate enough to be eavesdropping on an occasion when they had spontaneous phone-sex, if you could call it that. I never realised that cream scones were so dirty.”
Spike hesitated. He definitely needed to get the low-down on this. But now really wasn’t the time. “Pet, you know I’m gonna pump you for every available scrap of information about that, right?”
“Right.”
“Just not now. I need you to do something for me.”
“What?”
“Just sit still and don’t. Say. A word. Got it?”
“I can’t say anything?”
“Not a word.”
“Not even a small word?”
“No. Not one single word, large or small.”
“How about two single medium sized words?”
“Xan…”
“I know, I know. I’m sorry. I’m just…”
“What, pet? Just what?” Spike asked as he pulled Xander into a full-on hug.
“I’m just scared about what you’re gonna say. I know there’s something wrong with the baby…Our baby.”
Spike felt his mouth dry up. See? He said ‘our baby’. He wants it! “Luv, please believe me. Ain’t nothing wrong with our baby. I can hear it. Healthy, pet. Promise you.”
“Then what is it?”
Spike took a deep breath. “I can hear two heartbeats.”
~gulp~ “Two?”
“Two.”
“You’re absolutely sure?”
“Positive.”
“Perhaps it’s just mine you can hear,” Xander suggested.
“If we’re counting your heartbeat, then I can hear three. You got a real drum and bass thing going on in there. A one man band,” Spike said with small smile.
Xander relaxed slightly and closed his eyes.
“You alright, luv?”
Xander nodded.
“You need to talk to me now, pet. How are you feeling about this?”
Xander opened his eyes again and turned to face Spike. “Honestly? I think I’m more scared than I’ve ever been in my life. You?”
“Same, pet. Well, sort of the same. Probably not quite as scared as you, mind. I’m not the one who’s probably gonna have to be cut open to get…You alright? You’ve gone bloody pale all of a sudden.”
“You just had to say something like that, didn’t you?”
“Like what?”
“The cutting and opening thing. That was so…evil.”
“Really? Cheers, pet.”
Xander smiled despite the mind-numbing fear. “Thank you, Spike.”
“For what?”
“For being you. I need that. I need you with me. I can’t do this by myself, no matter what hormone!girl!Xander might say.”
Spike swallowed hard and took Xander’s hand. “I’m right here, pet. Ain’t gonna leave you alone with this.”
“Um, guys? Can I interrupt? Just for a second?”
Xander nodded and Willow squatted down in front of them both. “I just want to be clear; do you guys want to keep the babies?”
Spike and Xander looked at each other, still unsure of exactly what the other was thinking.
“Yes,” they said, together.
Willow smiled and stood up straight. “Then you won’t mind if I do this? *ahem* OHMYGOD OHMYGOD OHMYGOD OHMYGOD OHMYGOD OHMYGOD OHMYGOD OHMYGOD OHMYGOD OHMYGOD OHMYGOD OHMYGOD OHMYGOD OHMYGOD OHMYGOD OHMYGOD OHMYGOD OHMYGOD OHMYGOD OHMYGOD!!!! I’m SOOOOOOOO EXCITED!!!! Think of all the shopping and all the little baby booties and, and, and auwww, think of all the toys…”
Xander’s eyes lit up at that. Actually, so did Spike’s, but that is a closely guarded secret, so shhh, don’t tell anyone.
“…and, and think of the tiny little shirts and pants and think of all…”
“Erm, Red? How about thinking all about a way to deliver the nibblets first, eh? Otherwise, the little blighters might try and push their way through a hole that Xander here just don’t have.”
“Again. Thank you for that, Spike. You know just how to tip a guy over from scared to death to completely and utterly petrified. It’s a true talent, Spike, really.”
Leaning them both back into the couch, Spike placed a gentle kiss to Xander’s temple. “I do it just for you.”
TBC…
