Title: Addition
Author: Froxyn
Rating: FRAO
Pairing: Buffy/Giles
Timeline: Pretty much right after Heart of the First
Synopsis: Buffy and Giles are having another baby. How will their loved ones react to the news?
Buffy leaned back against Giles’
chest, relishing the sensation of the hot water flowing over their bodies as
Giles gently ran the washcloth over her skin.
Taking a shower with her husband was something she didn’t get to do
nearly as often as she wanted to. But on
days like this, when their children weren’t home…she took full advantage of the
luxury.
“When are you going to tell
me?” Giles’ chest rumbled against her
back as he spoke.
She looked over her left
shoulder and up at him. “Tell you what?”
His hand stopped moving,
dropping the cloth as he gently pressed his hand against her abdomen. “If we’re having a boy or a girl.”
She grinned and carefully turned
in his arms, sliding her hands up his chest.
“When you ask.”
He cleared his throat, holding
her loosely. “So, you do know then?”
“Mm-hm.” She murmured as she slid her right hand to
the back of his head. “But, I don’t
think I want to tell you while we’re in the shower.”
“No?” He smiled as she drew his head down.
“No.” She whispered just before she kissed him
soundly.
Giles groaned into her mouth and
took a small step forward, tightening his right arm around her as he placed his
left hand on the shower wall for support.
She hissed as he moved his mouth to her neck, gently sucking on the
tender flesh.
Her hands moved over his back,
which was remarkably unscarred by the shards of glass that had cut him two days
earlier. His scars had never bothered
her…but many of them had bothered him for a long while. For that reason, she found herself wishing
that she knew Lucian’s secret of non-scarring healing.
She looked up when he turned the
shower off, blushing lightly when she realized that her mind had wandered. He merely smiled and brushed his fingers
through her wet hair.
“You…drifted away for a moment
there.” He stated, his voice tinged with
amusement.
“I’m sorry. I was just thinking about…”
He placed his index finger over
her lips, his smile growing. “Ssh. I’m not upset, love. Come…we’ll dry off, get dressed…I’ll make you
a wonderful English breakfast…”
She narrowed her eyes. “Without blood sausage, right? Because…as much as I love you…I’m not eating that again!”
He laughed, shaking his head as
he stepped out of the shower before helping her out. He grabbed a towel and began to gently dry
her hair. “I promise, no blood sausage.”
“Good, because that’s just
gross.”
His laughter grew as he moved
the towel over her body, drying her skin.
“I remember a time when you thought most English food was gross.”
“Well, that was before I tried
it. Now I realize that most of it’s
okay…they just have really gross names.”
She stated as she watched a bead of water drip from his earlobe. “I should dry you off…”
He grinned and shook his head,
wrapping a dry towel around her body and nudging her towards the door. “No…you should go get dressed while I dry
myself.”
“But…”
His eyes sparkled as he reached
for a towel for himself. “No…you start
drying me off and before you know it we’ll be on the floor rutting like
animals.”
She stared into his eyes and
licked her lips. “You say that like it’s
a bad thing.”
He chuckled and wrapped the
towel around his hips. “It’s not a bad
thing…necessarily. But…we have breakfast
and a discussion or two to get through before Joyce brings the children home.”
“Or two?” Buffy asked, taking his hand and leading him
back into the adjoining bedroom.
“Mm…” He purposely averted his eyes as she dropped
her towel and bent over to open the drawer that housed her underwear. “We need to talk about how we’re going to
explain this to the others…and…dear God, please quit rummaging around and just
pick something.”
She grinned as she looked over
her shoulder to find him staring at the opposite wall. “Sorry…”
He shook his head and huffed a
soft laugh. “You’re not sorry. And that’s perfectly fine, just…please get
dressed. Even I only have so much
self-control…and we really do not
have the time…”
“I know.” She answered softly, pulling out what she
needed from the drawer. “What else do we
need to discuss?”
He cleared his throat as he
pulled on a pair of boxers before reaching for his jeans. “Whether we’re having a boy or a girl. Which I’m fairly certain will almost
immediately lead to the choosing of a name…which normally leads to an argument
of some type.”
“Yep…” She agreed as she quickly dressed before
running a brush through her wet hair.
“Which normally leads to us deciding on a name and then having really
hot sex.”
He turned to stare at her,
barefoot and shirtless with his hands still resting on the button of his
jeans. “Buffy…”
She laughed and glanced into his
closet. “Will you wear that rust-colored
shirt? You look so…”
She paused and looked into his
darkened eyes. “It looks really good on
you.” She finished quietly before
turning and leaving the room.
He stared after her for a few
moments and then chuckled to himself. He
reached into the closet and pulled the rust-colored button-up shirt from its
hanger. She had bought it for him for
his last birthday. One thing that he had
to admit about his wife was that she always had great taste in clothes for
him. He never would’ve picked the shirt
in that color, but…she had.
He slipped it on and glanced in
the mirror. She was right, as
always. It did look rather nice on him.
* * *
She watched him clean the
remaining egg yolk from his plate with the crust from his toast and
smiled. Braden and Lucas did the same
thing…Haddie and Evan refused, saying that it made their toast too soggy. Giles popped the piece of crust into his
mouth and smiled at her.
“What?” He asked between chews, swallowing as he
picked up his cup of coffee.
“I was just thinking about the
kids…and wondering if this one is going to be more like Braden and Lucas or
Haddie and Evan when it comes to eating breakfast.”
Giles chuckled and pushed his
empty plate to the side. “Maybe he or
she will have an eating style all of his or her own.”
“Maybe.” Buffy replied with a smile, placing her empty
plate on top of his. “So…you said
something about wanting to have a couple of discussions instead of having sex
with me…”
He coughed and shook his
head. “I said no such thing. I said that there were a couple of things we
needed to talk about before your mother brought our children home…and that we
didn’t have time. There was nothing said
about me not wanting to bend you over
and fuck you until you scream my name.”
He grinned as her eyes widened,
calmly taking another sip of his coffee.
“I’m under the assumption that Joyce will be the first to know.”
“Huh?” Buffy mumbled, obviously caught up on his
earlier statement.
“Focus, love.” He said gently, his smile showing in his
eyes. “We’ll have to tell people soon,
as I’m sure you remember.”
She shook her head as if to
clear it and then nodded. “Yeah…we can
tell Mom when she brings the kids home.
And…then we should probably sit the children down and tell them.”
Giles nodded in agreement,
leaning back in his chair. “And the
others?”
Buffy glanced at the clock,
noting the time before she stood up and walked around to the other side of the
table where he was sitting. If they
hurried, they’d have just enough time…and if she worked this just right, he
wouldn’t say no. She could tell by the
look in his eyes that he didn’t want
to say no.
“We can call them over later
today…” She licked her lips as she
glanced at the bulge in his jeans, her fingers lightly fingering the curl of
hair at the nape of his neck. “One discussion
over…we have about twenty minutes before Mom gets here.”
He shook his head slowly, even
as his left hand moved under the skirt she was wearing and slid up the smooth
skin of her thigh. “Not enough time,
love.”
“Don’t need much right now, Giles.” She countered as she turned from him, causing
his hand to end up caressing the firm flesh of her ass. “You want it as much as I do…we could both
come so fast…”
He slipped his fingers between
her legs, not surprised to find her underwear damp. He groaned softly as she bent over, resting
her forearms on the table. She looked
over her shoulder at him and smiled, gently wriggling her hips.
“Please?”
He stared at her for a moment
before standing up and roughly pushing the chair out of his way with his right
foot. His eyes darted to her backside as
he pushed the skirt up over her hips. He
simply looked at her for a few seconds before hooking his fingers under the
waistband of her underwear and slowly drawing them down her legs.
He glanced at the clock as he
quickly unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, pulling his erection from his
boxers. “We…we’ll have to make this very
quick.”
She nodded and closed her eyes
when she felt him rub the head of his cock through her wet folds. “Yeah…fuck me, Giles.”
He entered her with one quick
thrust, groaning loudly as he embedded himself completely within her. Her fingers clawed at the tablecloth, her
hips pushing back against him as he slammed his forward.
“Giles! God, yes!”
He grunted, his fingers digging
into her hips as he thrust into her with hard, short strokes. His movements were designed to bring her to
orgasm quickly, the wet slap of each thrust sounding nearly as loud as her
moans.
Normally, this would be when he
would slow things down. Fuck her hard
for a few moments, and then slow it down…drawing their orgasms out at a nearly
infuriating snail-like pace. Not today,
though. Not now. Instead of slowing, he increased his
speed…lifting his left hand from her hip and smacking the cheek of her ass.
He was rewarded with a
high-pitched squeal of delight and so he did it again, this time just a little
harder. He could feel her fluids
gathering around his cock as she fucked him as hard as he was fucking her.
“Christ, yes! That’s it, Buffy…fuck me. God, fuck me!”
He smacked her one more time,
the left cheek of her ass a lovely shade of pink now, and groaned loudly as she
screamed his name and came forcefully.
He looked down at their union and bit his lip.
He waited until the very last
moment and then pulled out. His cock
throbbed in his hand, nearly begging for release. He rubbed his wet cockhead against her anus,
smiling as she bucked her hips against him.
“Yes, Giles…now…God, come!”
He growled and pushed forward quickly,
but as gently as possible. He barely
slipped the head past her sphincter before his orgasm crashed over him,
flooding her rectum with his semen.
He stayed inside of her until he
softened, both of them breathing heavily and trembling with aftershocks. He looked down at her and rubbed her back,
softly whispering her name.
She chuckled, sounding very
tired and nearly drugged, pressing her cheek against the table as her fingers
released the tablecloth. “Mm?”
Grabbing one of the napkins from
the table, he pulled out slowly and quickly cleaned them both up before
reaching down to pull her underwear back up her legs. “Are you alright?”
She shivered as his fingers
brushed along the backs of her thighs.
“God, yeah. You?”
He laughed gently, carefully
pulling her up to stand in front of him before tucking his softened flesh back
into his boxers. “Oh, yes…I’m…very
alright.”
She turned and watched him
button and zip his jeans before draping her arms over his shoulders. She leaned up on her tiptoes and offered her
lips to him. An offer that he accepted
without hesitation.
He kissed her slowly, his hands
smoothing her skirt back down over her hips.
When they reluctantly ended the kiss, he sighed and glanced at the
table.
“I…should clean up the breakfast
dishes…”
“Thank you.” She whispered, smiling as he tilted his head
in a silent question. “For breakfast,
for wearing this shirt, for…momentarily sating me.”
He grinned as he tucked a strand
of hair behind her ear. “Momentarily?”
She returned his grin and
shrugged a shoulder. “That should keep
me satisfied until tonight…”
He laughed as he stepped to the
side and gathered the dishes. “I should
hope so.”
She sat down, his cup of coffee
in her hands, and watched him clear the table.
As he loaded the dishwasher, she took a deep breath.
“Giles?”
“Yes?”
“We didn’t have the other part
of the discussion.”
He looked over at her and
smiled. “No. No, we didn’t.”
She finished his coffee and made
her way over to him, handing him the empty mug.
“I want his middle name to be Kingsley.”
A slow smile appeared on Giles’
lips as his eyes sparkled.
“Daddy!” Haddie giggled as Giles lifted her into the
air.
He grinned as he straightened
his arms, holding her high above his head.
“What?”
She wiggled as much as she
could, her laughter growing. “Put me
down!”
Buffy smiled as Evan wrapped his
arms around her neck and looked at Joyce.
She gestured towards her husband and grinned. “Watch this.”
Joyce furrowed her brow in a
silent question, but turned her eyes to her son-in-law.
Giles laughed at his
daughter. “Why?”
Haddie suddenly stopped
wriggling and gave her father a brilliant smile. “So I can give you a kiss.”
Joyce whispered a soft ‘aww’ as
Giles gingerly lowered his arms, allowing the little girl to wrap her arms
around his neck. Haddie smiled broadly
and hugged Giles tightly before placing a sloppy kiss on his cheek.
“I love you, Daddy.”
He held her with his left arm, curling
a blonde curl around the index finger of his right hand. “I love you too, Hadley. Did you have fun last night at Grandma’s
house?”
Haddie nodded
enthusiastically. “Yep. Grandma played games with us…and then we
watched a movie and…how come we only have one grandma?”
Giles glanced at Buffy and
Joyce, clearing his throat as he looked into Haddie’s inquisitive green
eyes. “How many are you supposed to
have?”
Evan grinned and held two
fingers up. “Two!”
Giles sighed and sat down on the
couch, settling Haddie on his lap as Buffy sat down next to him with Evan. Joyce bit her lip and looked out the window
to the back yard, smiling as Braden and Lucas took turns throwing a tennis ball
for Callie.
Giles looked down as Haddie’s
small hands played with the buttons on his shirt. “Who is Grandma?”
Haddie looked up at him as Evan
answered in his most helpful voice.
“Grandma’s over there, Daddy.”
Buffy didn’t even try to stifle
her chuckle as Haddie stared at her younger brother.
“That’s not what Daddy meant,
Ev. Is it, Daddy?”
Giles smiled and shook his
head. “Not exactly. But, do you know what I meant?”
Haddie nodded quickly. “Yep.
Grandma is Mummy’s mummy.”
“That’s correct.” Giles replied and waited for Haddie to work
it out for herself.
“But…you don’t have a mummy.”
Giles exhaled softly and
swallowed. “No, I don’t. Not anymore.”
He paused, not sure how much
more information to give to her at the moment.
He wasn’t sure that he wanted to have to explain death to a
five-year-old…he wasn’t even sure he knew how
to explain it to her. The boys took it in stride, but Haddie was so
much more sensitive to things like that.
Buffy caught his eye and was getting ready to attempt to change the
subject when Haddie tilted her head thoughtfully.
“So, that’s why we only have one
grandma. If you still had a mummy, then
we’d have two, right?”
Giles gave her a small
smile. “That’s right, Haddie.”
Seemingly satisfied with that
answer, at least for the time being, she gave him a tight hug and another kiss
on the cheek. When she heard her older
brothers laughing outside, she grinned.
“Can we go outside with them?”
He nodded and carefully lifted
her from his lap. “Off you go.”
Evan scrambled off of Buffy’s
lap and hurried after Haddie as she ran to the back door. Giles exhaled a deep breath and ran his hand
through his hair.
“Well, I wasn’t sure that would
be enough of an answer for her today.”
Joyce nodded in agreement as she
made her way to the smaller sofa. “She’s
such a smart little girl.”
Buffy smiled proudly, leaning
against Giles’ side as he draped his arm along the back of the couch. “Yeah…she gets that from her father.”
Giles scowled lightly at
her. “And you. She’s so much like you, Buffy. I hope that…”
He trailed off and bit his lip,
realizing that he had nearly referred to the baby before they had told Joyce
about him. Buffy chuckled and gave him a
nod before turning her eyes to her mother.
“Mom…we need to tell you
something.”
Hearing Buffy’s nervous tone,
Joyce leaned forward and regarded her carefully. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah…” Buffy answered quickly, taking a deep breath
as she sat up straight. She looked at
Giles and ran her fingers through her hair.
“Why am I more nervous this time than I was the first?”
Giles smiled in understanding,
lowering his arm from behind her and taking hold of her hand. “Probably for the same reason that I am.”
Joyce narrowed her eyes. “You’re both
nervous…over something that you’ve apparently done before? Maybe it would be best just to tell me…before
I start panicking.”
Buffy squeezed Giles’ hand, hard
enough to cause pain had he not been so nervous himself. And then she exhaled slowly, steadying
herself.
“We’re having another baby.”
Joyce blew out a sigh of relief
as she smiled brightly. “You’re going to
adopt? That’s wonderful news!”
Giles swallowed and shook his
head. “No, we’re not adopting a
child. We…” He cleared his throat and continued. “We’re having
another child.”
Joyce’s smile faded as her brow
furrowed in confusion. “What?”
“I’m pregnant.” Buffy blurted.
Joyce shook her head in
disbelief. “No, that can’t be. You…you went through menopause not long after
Evan was born. You can’t have a baby once
that’s happened…”
“You can when a higher being who
works for The Powers That Be helps out.”
Buffy replied.
“What?” Joyce repeated. “A demon did this to you? What about the baby? Is it human?”
Giles held up his hand, a silent
signal for Joyce to calm down. When she
did, he spoke softly…a slight tremor in his voice.
“The child is human…and I am the
father. A demon is not responsible for
this, Joyce. I know it’s hard to
understand, but please…allow us to explain.”
Joyce stared at him for a moment. “You’re happy about this…both of you.”
It wasn’t a question. It was a statement…it was a fact that she
could see in both of their faces.
“Yes. Yes, we are.”
Giles responded. “This…well, this
is something we both have wanted for some time.
We just didn’t think that we’d have the chance.”
Joyce looked at Buffy, sighing
as her daughter nodded in agreement.
“Okay…I think I need a little explanation here.”
Giles sat back, smiling as Buffy
leaned against him once more.
* * *
Joyce stared at them in
surprise. She had remained quiet
throughout the time it took both Giles and Buffy to explain the situation to
her. Now, as they looked at her
expectantly, she realized that it was her turn to say something.
“You, uh…you were supposed to have five children?”
“Yeah.” Buffy answered quickly. “And, when we really thought about it…it
makes sense. I mean, we’ve both felt
like something’s missing. And, we’ve
both thought about having another baby…but never said anything because we
really didn’t think it was possible.”
“How far along are you?”
Giles glanced at the clock and
smiled. “Nearly eight hours.”
Joyce smiled as she shook her
head in mild amusement. “I always found
that a bit…strange. The fact that you
both know exactly what time your children were conceived. I didn’t know I was pregnant with Buffy until
eight weeks later…”
“It’s a Slayer perk.” Buffy said with a grin. “Kinda like knowing if it’s a boy or a girl.”
Joyce raised an eyebrow. “And?”
Buffy looked up at her husband and
gently nudged him in the ribs. “Go
on…you know you’re dying to tell.”
Giles beamed proudly as he met
Joyce’s eyes. “We’re having another
son.”
Joyce’s eyes glistened. “Have you named him yet?”
Buffy shook her head, glancing
down as Giles brushed his fingers over her abdomen. “No…well, not completely. I want his middle name to be Kingsley
though.”
Giles coughed lightly as he
heard the children run up the stairs of the back porch. “We haven’t told them yet…”
Joyce nodded and moved her
fingers in front of her mouth in a zipping motion.
The back door swung open and
Evan made a bee-line for his father, Callie on his heels. “Daddy, I’m hungry!”
Giles chuckled as he pushed
himself up from the couch. “I’m not
surprised. It is lunchtime, after all. What would you like?”
“Chicken and avo for me!” Braden stated as he kicked his shoes off.
Lucas wrinkled his nose. “Ham and cheese?”
Giles nodded and looked at his
daughter. “Haddie?”
Haddie thought for a long minute
and then smiled. “Chicken and cheese!”
Evan looked up at his father,
his green eyes shining brightly.
“Pancakes!”
Joyce and Buffy laughed as Giles
rolled his eyes. “This is a no cook
lunch, Evan.”
Evan’s eyes sparkled. “Pancake batter!”
Buffy snorted as Giles groaned, standing
up and ruffling the boy’s hair. “Try
thinking of what you want on a sandwich, Ev.”
Giles raised an eyebrow at his
son. “And don’t even think about saying
pancake batter on bread…”
“Ew!” Evan said as he grimaced. “That would be yucky!”
“Yes, it would.” Giles agreed, laughter in his voice. “So…what kind of sandwich would you like?”
“Marmite!”
Giles grinned proudly as Buffy
shuddered. “That’s my boy!”
“God, that’s gross…” Buffy murmured.
Giles chuckled as he ushered the
kids into the kitchen.
After lunch, Buffy and Giles sat
their children down in the living room.
After some gentle encouragement from Joyce, Buffy took a deep breath and
gave the announcement.
Braden looked confused. “But…Anya said that you couldn’t have any
more kids…”
Giles raised an eyebrow. “Why would Anya tell you that?”
Braden exhaled slowly. “Well, she didn’t really. She said something to Xander and I kind
of…listened.”
Before Buffy or Giles had a
chance to reply, Lucas asked a fairly valid question.
“Where’s it gonna sleep?”
Evan grinned. “He can sleep with me!”
Haddie stared at her younger
brother. “What if it’s a girl?”
Evan thought for a second before
turning his grin towards his sister.
“Then she can sleep with you!”
Buffy smiled and shook her head
in amusement. “We have a while before we
have to worry about that. But, we do
appreciate your offer, Evvie.”
Haddie absently twirled the hair
of the doll she was holding. “What are
you going to name it?”
“Him.” Giles corrected softly. “You’re having another brother.”
Haddie’s smile returned quickly
upon the realization that she was still going to be the only princess in the family.
Buffy laughed softly at the little girl’s reaction.
“So what are you going to name him?”
Haddie asked, crossing her legs Indian-style on the floor.
“Well…” Buffy began as she looked at each of their
children. “We were kind of hoping you
guys would help us with that.”
Braden furrowed his brow. “Huh?
You want us to name the baby?”
Giles chuckled softly. “Not exactly.
I would prefer not to have a son named Merlin.”
Lucas glared at his father. “I don’t want to name him Merlin, Dad.”
The corner of Giles’ mouth
twitched as he contained his smile.
“No?”
“No.” Lucas confirmed before grinning. “I want to name him Harry.”
“Mm-hm. As I said, we don’t exactly want you to name
the baby.” Giles reiterated, amusement
showing in his eyes. “What we would like is for each of you to write a
letter on a piece of paper. And then
we’ll put the pieces of paper in a hat, and draw one out.”
“A letter?” Braden asked, tilting his head to the side
and looking very much like his father.
Buffy smiled as she gave him a
nod. “Yep. Whichever letter we pull out will be the first
letter of the baby’s first name.”
“Oh…” Braden replied, a slow smile appearing on his
face. “Okay, I like that.”
Joyce pushed herself out of the
chair when the doorbell rang. “I’ll get
that. It’s probably
“Thanks, Mom.” Buffy called out as Giles handed each child
a piece of paper and a pen.
* * *
Giles looked up and returned her
smile. “Hello.” He glanced at Oz and furrowed his brow. “Is he okay?”
Oz sighed and shook his head,
gently rubbing his son’s back. “Not
really…I think he’s inherited
Giles stood up and gestured
towards the hall as Maria ran over for a cuddle. He picked the little girl up and gave her a
kiss on the cheek before he spoke.
“He can have a rest in one of
the kids’ rooms…nothing that’ll help motion sickness other than rest.”
Oz smiled gratefully. “Thanks.
I’ll be right back.”
Joyce chuckled as the doorbell
rang again. “I’m going to guess Xander
and Anya this time.”
Giles smiled as he lowered Maria
to the ground. “I’d be very surprised if
it were anyone else.”
As if on cue, Anya strolled into
the living room with Xander and Rayna behind her. “We rang the doorbell.”
Giles laughed as Rayna sprinted
towards Buffy. “Yes, we did hear it.”
Xander smiled sheepishly,
draping his arm over Anya’s shoulders.
“Sorry for just letting ourselves in.”
Buffy waved a hand in his
direction as she picked Rayna up and blew a raspberry on the girl’s neck. “We were expecting you guys.”
Oz walked back into the room and
Anya furrowed her brow as Haddie handed a scrap of paper to her father.
“What’s going on?” She asked as Evan followed his sister.
Evan grinned at Anya. “We’re namin’ the baby!”
Anya narrowed her eyes in
thought as she rubbed her swollen abdomen.
“We’ve already named her. Her
name is River.”
Buffy and Giles glanced at each
other quickly, Buffy lowering Rayna to the floor. Evan shook his head and laughed as if what
Anya said was the funniest thing he’d ever heard.
“No, silly. Not your baby. Mummy’s baby!”
Giles cleared his throat as
their friends stared at them in disbelief…with the exception of
“Well, there goes the
announcement.”
Giles nodded slowly and gestured
towards the back door as he looked down at the children. “Why don’t you take Maria and Rayna outside
to play with Callie…”
Haddie shook her head quickly,
pointing at the pieces of paper in her father’s hand. “Not yet…you have to pick one!”
“Hm?” He looked down at his hand and smiled. “Oh…yes, of course.”
He closed his left hand over his
right and shook the pieces before looking at Joyce. “Would you mind?”
Joyce smiled brightly and
plucked a piece out and handed it to Buffy.
Buffy unfolded it and showed it to Giles. Oz,
“D.” Giles stated with a nod. “The baby’s name will start with a ‘D’.”
Braden grinned proudly, giving
no doubt as to what his suggestion had been.
“Come on, guys…let’s go play with Callie!”
Rayna looked up at her
father. “Sand?”
Xander smiled and nodded. “Yep…go on, have fun…play in the sand. But, don’t throw it at anyone, okay?”
Rayna grinned and nodded as she
ran towards the door. “Okay!”
As the six children ran out to
the backyard, Buffy took Giles’ hand and gently squeezed. The room remained silent for a few moments,
until Xander chuckled.
“Okay…so this funny thing
happened on the way over here…”
Giles laughed softly and
gestured towards the couches and chairs in the living room. “Yes, you could say that. Have a seat…we’ll explain all.”
Anya stared at Buffy as Xander
led her to the larger of the two couches.
“You can’t have another baby. I
read about the human reproductive system when I became an ex-demon.”
Xander narrowed his eyes at his
best friend. “You already knew about
this, didn’t you?”
“But, you knew something…” Xander added, sitting down heavily on the
couch.
“And now all of you will know
everything.” Giles stated softly, a warm
smile on his face.
* * *
Xander merely stared, his mouth
opening, then closing, then opening again.
Anya looked amused, but not shocked.
“Boy or girl?” Oz broke the silence with his softly asked
question.
Buffy and Giles exchanged a
smile. Buffy leaned against Giles’ side
as she told them that they were having another boy.
“A boy whose name will start
with a ‘D’.” Anya added unnecessarily. After a beat, she tilted her head. “What were the other choices?”
Giles looked confused for a
moment and then remembered the three other scraps of paper he had shoved into
his pocket. He pulled them out and
smiled as Buffy reached for them.
She laughed as she unfolded the
first one. “This has to be Lucas’. ‘H for Harry’.”
Giles chuckled as he met the
confused looks of the others. “Remember
when he was obsessed with King Arthur?
Well, I said that we weren’t going to name him ‘Merlin’…Lucas said that
he would’ve suggested ‘Harry’ instead of ‘Merlin’ anyway.”
As their friends laughed, Buffy
unfolded a second one. “Z.”
Giles grimaced, obviously
relieved that ‘Z’ had not been chosen by Joyce.
He opened the last one and smiled as he read it.
“J. I think ‘D’ was the best choice out of the
four.” He grinned at Joyce. “Thank you for picking the ‘right’ one.”
Everyone laughed, except for
Anya.
“What’s wrong with ‘J’? I mean, I understand not wanting to name him ‘Harry’
because that’s just horrible. And not
many choices with ‘Z’ other than Zachary or Zane or Zephyr…”
“Zephyr?”
“I didn’t say it was a good
name. But, it can be used as one.” Anya replied as she waved her hand. “Anyway…there are a lot of good ‘J’
names. Jason, Jeffrey, Jack, John,
Jared…”
“Mm-hm.” Giles agreed.
“Those are decent names.
However…our last name is Giles.”
Anya narrowed her eyes, clearly
not understanding until she continued.
“Yeah, I know. Jason Giles is…really sucky when you say it together.”
Laughter rang out in the room…no
one disagreeing with Anya’s very blunt statement.
Catching Xander’s eye, Giles
motioned towards the kitchen. “Care to
help me with tea and coffee?”
“Um…no, I don’t mind.” Xander answered cautiously.
Giles smiled and took a quick
count of who wanted what as Xander made his way into the kitchen. Oz went to check on Jake, who was resting in
Evan’s room. Giles gave Buffy a light
kiss, running his fingers over her abdomen in a loving gesture.
Xander had already filled the
kettle and switched it on by the time Giles walked into the kitchen. He turned and watched Giles pull seven mugs
down from the cabinet.
“So, I get the idea that you
wanted to talk to me about something.”
Giles smiled as he opened the
refrigerator and grabbed the carton of milk.
“Am I that transparent these days?”
Xander shrugged a shoulder and
pushed the sugar canister towards Giles.
“Sometimes.”
Giles took a deep breath and dumped
a spoonful of sugar into four of the mugs.
“Anya was fairly worried the other day.”
Xander ran his hand through his
hair and sighed. “Yeah…um…”
Giles met the young man’s eyes
and smiled. “Can I give you some
advice?”
Xander nodded as Giles leaned
against the counter.
“If Anya approaches you, never
turn her down. Even if you are so tired
that you feel like you can’t move…don’t turn her down. Pregnancy causes hormone issues in women that
I’ll never understand. But, I do know
that I’d much rather exert myself when I’m exhausted than to have Buffy
wondering if I find her any less attractive than she is.”
Xander swallowed nervously. “I think Anya is beautiful…whether she’s
seven months pregnant or not pregnant at all.
I just…I didn’t want her to think…”
Giles nodded in understanding as
Xander trailed off. “I made that mistake
once. Buffy was probably four months
pregnant with Braden and…I was tired and said that I was okay.” His smiled softly as he continued. “After Buffy’s reaction, I decided that I
would never be too tired while she was pregnant.”
Xander bit his lip and picked up
the kettle, filling the mugs with water.
“So, uh…you two are really having another baby?”
Giles smiled as he reached for
the teabags. “Yes, we really are.”
“You have a six bedroom house…”
Giles nodded as he finished
preparing the tea. “He’ll probably share
a room with Evan. It would be unfair to
ask Braden or Lucas to share their room with him.”
“I, uh…I can build an extra room
for you.”
Giles met Xander’s eyes. “I’m sorry?”
“Well, I…I think it’s important
for them to have their own room…and you need a guest room or two.” He glanced out the window and into the
yard. “You have a huge backyard, Giles. I could build a small guesthouse right off to
the side of the house. It could be a
separate building or I can do it as an addition to the existing house…”
“Xander…” Giles started, his voice full of
astonishment.
Xander smiled and looked back at
Giles. “You’ve done so much for all of us,
Giles…from the first day we met you.
Please…let me do this for you and your family.”
Giles smiled and placed his hand
on Xander’s shoulder. “Thank you,
Xander.”
Xander gave him a nod that said
‘you’re welcome’ and then glanced down at the mugs. “We’d better get these in there before they
get cold. Anya hates cold tea.”
Giles gave Xander’s shoulder a
light squeeze and nodded. Xander never
ceased to surprise Giles. And Giles
found himself growing prouder of the young man each day.
* * *
Their friends and Buffy’s mother
had left after dinner and their children had gone to bed a couple of hours
after that. Buffy had stopped by each of
their rooms on her way back from the library at the end of the hall. Finding each of them sound asleep, she made
her way to the living room with a book in her hand.
She stopped suddenly, shaking
her head in amusement at the scene in front of her. Giles was stretched out on the couch, eyes
closed…looking very peaceful as he slept quietly. What she found amusing was not the fact that
he had fallen asleep, but the fact that Callie was stretched out on top of
him. Her head resting on his shoulder
and his arm wrapped around her.
His eyes opened when he heard
Buffy laugh softly. He yawned as he
looked at her and then raised an eyebrow.
Buffy glanced at the snoring boxer and laughed again.
“Have I been replaced already?”
Giles chuckled and shook his
head, carefully repositioning the large, sleeping dog as he sat up. Callie growled in her sleep and then gave a
deep huff as she settled back down, her head resting on his thigh.
“You could never be replaced,
Buffy.” He glanced at the book in her
hand and grinned. “It’s been a while
since I’ve seen that…”
Buffy motioned for him to move
next to the arm of the couch. He did and
smiled as she twirled her finger, her silent request for him to turn so that
his back was against the arm. As he
situated himself to her specifications, Callie huffed again and sleepily slid
from the couch, stretching out on the carpet.
Buffy moved between his legs
quickly, leaning her back against his chest as she opened the book. “Well, it’s been a while since we’ve had a
reason to use it.”
He slipped his arms around her,
pulling her tighter against him as he kissed the top of her head. “Very true…at least we only have to look at
one section this time.”
She nodded and rested the back
of her head against his shoulder. “Yeah,
but that could be either really easy…or really hard.”
His fingers edged under the hem of
her shirt and rubbed against her stomach.
“I would imagine that ‘D’ is going to be easier than ‘Z’.”
Sighing softly, she opened the
book to the ‘D’ section. Giles read over
her shoulder, aware that she could probably feel the beginnings of his arousal
as she wriggled into a more comfortable position between his legs.
“David.”
He shook his head, his eyes
continuing to scan the page. “Too
common. Darby?”
She turned her head and stared
at him. “Darby? That’s a…that’s the guy’s name in the movie
about the leprechauns.”
He narrowed his eyes in
thought. “What?”
“Jonathan O’Darby and the Little
People. It’s a movie for kids…I hated
it. No to Darby.”
He chuckled and kissed her cheek
when she turned her eyes back to the book.
“Alright, not Darby.”
“Darren?”
“No, too…American.” He smiled when she stared at him again. “I just wanted to see your reaction,
love. It’s really due to the fact that I
just don’t like the name. Um…what about
Duncan?”
Buffy exhaled slowly. “I like it, but…it’s a yo-yo. Drake?”
He laughed and turned a few
pages back. “A drake is a duck. I have not fathered a duck. What about Declan?”
Buffy’s brow furrowed, her eyes
searching for the name. “It's Irish...Full of Goodness.”
He had always liked the name Declan…it
reminded him of his childhood. Years
before his father told him that he would become a Watcher, a young couple lived
next door to them. That young couple had
a son who was about a year younger than Giles.
The boy’s name was Roger.
However, Roger said that when he got older, his name would be
Declan.
Even though Giles was only seven
years old at the time, he found Roger’s statement quite funny. And it was something that he remembered and
would playfully tease Roger over it as they got older. Roger and his parents had been killed in a
car accident when Roger was fourteen.
Giles remembered being shocked when his mother had called to tell him.
“Declan Kingsley Giles.” Buffy’s soft voice interrupted his
thoughts. “I like it…”
She gasped when she felt his
fingers brush over her lace-covered nipple.
“Giles…”
His lips moved along her
neck. “Have we named our son? Or should we continue going through names?”
“He’s Declan.” Buffy replied, her voice husky. “What are you doing?”
He chuckled against her skin,
his fingers gently releasing her breasts from the lace cups of her bra. “If you’re asking, I’m obviously doing
something wrong…”
“You’re not doing
anything…mm…wrong…” She whispered,
arching her back against his touch.
“Let me take you to bed,
Buffy.” He groaned as he massaged her
breasts. “Let me make love to you.”
“Yes, Giles…please, yes…”
He smiled and set about to the
task of moving her enough to crawl out from behind her. He glanced at her chest, her hardened nipples
poking against the thin material of her shirt, and groaned softly.
Before she had a chance to say
anything, he pulled her from the couch and lifted her into his arms. She relaxed against him, his arm under the
backs of her knees as she rested her head against his shoulder. Her fingers pulled at the buttons of his
shirt, slipping inside and gently stroking his skin.
“I love you, Rupert.” She whispered as he carried her towards the
bedroom.
“I love you too, Buffy.” He answered, brushing his lips across hers.
* * *
“Christ, Buffy…” He murmured against her neck as he slowly
moved within her.
Her hands gripped his back as
she lifted her knees, pressing them against his sides. “Yes…there…”
Straightening his arms, he pushed
his upper body up and gazed down at her as he changed his rhythm. She shuddered and whimpered his name as he
ground his hips against hers.
He watched a bead of sweat slide
into the hollow at the base of her throat, fighting the urge to lick it from
her skin. Her hands had moved from his
back to his sides, her nails digging into his ribs as she pushed back against
him.
“Beautiful…”
She opened her eyes, staring at
him as she licked her dry lips. “Huh?”
His eyes followed her
tongue. “You…are so beautiful.”
Smiling up at him, she wrapped
her legs around his waist and slid her hands up his chest. “And you are incredibly sweet…and sexy...”
He looked into her eyes and
returned her smile, changing his pace slightly…just enough to make her dig her
nails into his shoulders as she moaned.
“Am I?”
“Yes…God, yes…”
“Christ, I love you.” He growled as he lowered his chest to hers.
His mouth found her neck easily,
teeth scraping against her skin as his right hand moved to her hip. She cried out in frustration as he bit down
on her neck at the same time as he held her hip down and pulled out
completely.
“Giles!”
“Ssh…” He mumbled, lifting his head as he shifted
his hips forward, rubbing his wet cock over her stomach. “Relax, Buffy…”
“Relax?” She wriggled underneath him, doing her best
to recapture his erection. But, her best
wasn’t good enough, leaving her even more frustrated. “Do you even know how close I was?”
“Yes.” He whispered, continuing quickly before her
tirade broke loose. “Roll over…”
“Giles, I…”
He interrupted her with a soft
kiss, carefully moving to her side.
“Please, love…roll over.”
She shook her head, but rolled
onto her side facing him, her hand quickly finding his erection. “I don’t want
to roll over, Giles…”
He inhaled sharply, his hips
involuntarily thrusting against her hand.
“Buffy…I’m going to come…”
She narrowed her eyes at his
statement, rubbing her thumb over the head of his cock. “That’s kind of the point…”
Covering her hand with his, he
shook his head and swallowed thickly. “I
want this to last…and after this morning, I…”
“Giles?”
“I’m fifty-six years old for
God’s sake, Buffy…I…I don’t have the stamina that I did even twelve years ago…”
She smiled in understanding and
brushed her lips over his. “And
yet…you’re still able to make love to me three times in one day. Tell me, honey…would I have been able to keep
up with you in your Ripper days?”
“If anyone could have, it would
have been you.” He answered quickly as
he gently pulled her hand away from his aching cock. “But, these are not my Ripper days…and I’m in
danger of coming far too soon.”
Her smile turned to a grin as
she pushed him onto his back and leaned over him. “Or maybe…just maybe…we’re both too tired and
we both need to come soon.”
She placed a warm kiss on his
chest as she carefully straddled his hips.
“And…it has nothing to do with our ages…and everything to do with us.”
He groaned her name as she
guided his erection back into her, his hands sliding to her hips. She smiled down at him and lovingly rubbed
his chest.
“Just…let go, baby.” She whispered as she started moving on top of
him. “Let go…and take me with you…”
She watched him bite his lip as he
struggled to maintain control, his eyes shut tightly as she slammed her hips
down onto him.
“Or…” She started, stopping her motion as she
spoke. “We can stop for a while…get
ourselves under control…and I can talk to you about the fact that Braden wants
a PlayStation.”
His eyes snapped open, his hands
tightening on her hips as he stared up at her.
With a quick shake of his head, he slid his hands to her back, pulling
her down as he rolled them back over. He
smiled adoringly at her, lowering his chest to hers as he moved his hips
against her.
“I don’t think I want to stop.
I’m fairly sure that I don’t want to get ourselves under control. And…I’m definitely certain that I do not want
to discuss video games at the moment.”
She moaned, lifting her legs
over his hips as she dug her nails into his back. “God…yes…”
His mouth found her neck once
more as he increased his pace, plunging his cock into her warm depths. As his name became her mantra, he decided
that letting go sometimes wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.
They were having another baby…a
son…a boy they would name Declan. Xander
had offered to build an extension for their house…an offer that he would
discuss with Buffy in the morning. Their
children had taken the news of Declan’s impending arrival amazingly well...and
their family was complete.
And after they talked about
additions to their home…they’d discuss their oldest son’s request for
electronics. But, for now…
He bit down on her neck as her
nails raked down his back and sides.
For now, he had his beautiful
wife writhing underneath him…matching him thrust for thrust as she moaned his
name.
Everything else could wait until
morning.
~End