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BabyVerse Ficathon
Title: Ice Cream for girlfromsouth
Pairing: Faith/Wesley
Request: Decorating a nursery, and ice cream.
Hope you like!
Faith momentarily pulled her spoon out of her mouth. "Little to the left." she mumbled before sticking it back in. She rocked back on forth on the rocking chair, keeping a hand on the bulge of her stomach. If there were ever an image Faith thought she would never see, this was it. Sitting in a nursery, pregnant, watching the man she loved (loved - not just a good screw, she loved him) finish decorating it?
"All right, how about here?" Wesley held the portrait up to the wall, his patience slowly fading. He had moved it around on the walls for about twenty minutes now, while his amused lover sat and watched, and ate yet another carton of ice cream. He loved her to death, but if had to run out to the store to buy another carton of that ice cream, he was going to go insane. Bloody pregnancy cravings.
As she studied the painting, she slowly licked all of the cookie dough ice cream off of the spoon. "I don’t know about it Wes. Seems a little too..." when she saw the hurt expression on Wesley’s face, she tried to change the conversation. "It’s just, we want this little runt to be a fighter, I’m not sure if pictures of daffodils and ponies are the way to do it."
Wesley stared at her with amusement. "What would you prefer, macabre images of a bloodied death?"
Faith chuckled. "Well it would be a demon dying, if that makes you feel better."
Wesley sighed and put the portrait on the ground. He knelt down next to her chair. "Let’s be honest, Faith. Neither of us exactly had a sheltered childhood, and we certainly did not have a room like this." he gestured around to the pastel yellow walls, and baby blue curtains. Even Faith had to admit the picture perfect room was nice. "Now I wouldn’t change my life, but I want the best for my little girl. I want her to have something different, worthier for a child of a dashing demon hunter and a divine slayer." He leaned over the bump of her stomach and kissed her lightly. He reached towards her ice cream, and she playfully slapped his hand away.
"I’m eating for two." she mocked. "And besides, it’s bad enough they don’t make leather maternity clothes, packing on the ice cream -" with that she swallowed another spoonful of it, moaning happily in the back of her throat. "The ice cream my boy, is the only thing that makes up for that."
"And the baby." Wesley reminded her, leaning in for another kiss and tasting some of the chocolate off of her lips.
"Hmm?"
"Well the baby will be worth it Faith. In two months, you are going to have a beautiful little girl." he studied her face, trying to read the signs she always tried to keep hidden, even from him.
"You’re going to be a mom, Faith. Aren’t you excited at all?"
Faith avoided his gaze, and instead chose to stare at the crib which would soon hold a baby. Her baby. Growing up, everyone had always labeled her as the type to get knocked up one day, hell she had expected it herself. Nobody, especially Faith had seen herself as a mother. Caring for a child. Before it had been easy, she would just be some drunk like her own mother, or give up her kid. Sure she didn’t want to be like her mother, but where she came from nobody changed. When you were born trailer trash, you were stuck for life. But now there were expectations, a kid who was going to want a better life than she knew how to give her. And Wesley, staring deep into her eyes and awaiting an answer.
"I guess. I mean, I’m happy...just..."she let out a deep breath. "I got nothing against being a parent. I guess I just feel..." she rubbed her stomach, and felt Wesley place his hand over hers. She hated this new custom about talking about her feelings. She was a mystery, a locked box that others could never see the weaknesses of because she would never let them.
"Scared? You have no reason to be, Faith. Just because you did not have good parents, doesn’t mean it will reflect on your child. This is different Faith. You have me." he noticed a faint smile. "Besides, she’ll have your strength, my rugged good looks,"
"Dude, if this girl looks like you -" she couldn’t think of a worthy threat, and instead burst out laughing.
"You see, there’s nothing to worry about. You can do this."
"How are you so calm?" she smiled again, and then looked down, hoping her admiration hadn’t been too obvious. "Alright, count me in." off of his confused glance, she explained. " I’ll give her the lilies and the frilly dresses, hell I’ll be a soccer mom if it’ll make you happy." Wesley kissed her again, wanting to savor the moment forever. "I love you." he stood up once again and backed up to the wall, keeping eye contact with her. He started to nail the portrait to the wall when Faith meekly spoke up.
"Uh...Wes?" she sheepishly held up the empty carton of ice cream. "Think you could buy some more?"
Title: Ice Cream for girlfromsouth
Pairing: Faith/Wesley
Request: Decorating a nursery, and ice cream.
Hope you like!
Faith momentarily pulled her spoon out of her mouth. "Little to the left." she mumbled before sticking it back in. She rocked back on forth on the rocking chair, keeping a hand on the bulge of her stomach. If there were ever an image Faith thought she would never see, this was it. Sitting in a nursery, pregnant, watching the man she loved (loved - not just a good screw, she loved him) finish decorating it?
"All right, how about here?" Wesley held the portrait up to the wall, his patience slowly fading. He had moved it around on the walls for about twenty minutes now, while his amused lover sat and watched, and ate yet another carton of ice cream. He loved her to death, but if had to run out to the store to buy another carton of that ice cream, he was going to go insane. Bloody pregnancy cravings.
As she studied the painting, she slowly licked all of the cookie dough ice cream off of the spoon. "I don’t know about it Wes. Seems a little too..." when she saw the hurt expression on Wesley’s face, she tried to change the conversation. "It’s just, we want this little runt to be a fighter, I’m not sure if pictures of daffodils and ponies are the way to do it."
Wesley stared at her with amusement. "What would you prefer, macabre images of a bloodied death?"
Faith chuckled. "Well it would be a demon dying, if that makes you feel better."
Wesley sighed and put the portrait on the ground. He knelt down next to her chair. "Let’s be honest, Faith. Neither of us exactly had a sheltered childhood, and we certainly did not have a room like this." he gestured around to the pastel yellow walls, and baby blue curtains. Even Faith had to admit the picture perfect room was nice. "Now I wouldn’t change my life, but I want the best for my little girl. I want her to have something different, worthier for a child of a dashing demon hunter and a divine slayer." He leaned over the bump of her stomach and kissed her lightly. He reached towards her ice cream, and she playfully slapped his hand away.
"I’m eating for two." she mocked. "And besides, it’s bad enough they don’t make leather maternity clothes, packing on the ice cream -" with that she swallowed another spoonful of it, moaning happily in the back of her throat. "The ice cream my boy, is the only thing that makes up for that."
"And the baby." Wesley reminded her, leaning in for another kiss and tasting some of the chocolate off of her lips.
"Hmm?"
"Well the baby will be worth it Faith. In two months, you are going to have a beautiful little girl." he studied her face, trying to read the signs she always tried to keep hidden, even from him.
"You’re going to be a mom, Faith. Aren’t you excited at all?"
Faith avoided his gaze, and instead chose to stare at the crib which would soon hold a baby. Her baby. Growing up, everyone had always labeled her as the type to get knocked up one day, hell she had expected it herself. Nobody, especially Faith had seen herself as a mother. Caring for a child. Before it had been easy, she would just be some drunk like her own mother, or give up her kid. Sure she didn’t want to be like her mother, but where she came from nobody changed. When you were born trailer trash, you were stuck for life. But now there were expectations, a kid who was going to want a better life than she knew how to give her. And Wesley, staring deep into her eyes and awaiting an answer.
"I guess. I mean, I’m happy...just..."she let out a deep breath. "I got nothing against being a parent. I guess I just feel..." she rubbed her stomach, and felt Wesley place his hand over hers. She hated this new custom about talking about her feelings. She was a mystery, a locked box that others could never see the weaknesses of because she would never let them.
"Scared? You have no reason to be, Faith. Just because you did not have good parents, doesn’t mean it will reflect on your child. This is different Faith. You have me." he noticed a faint smile. "Besides, she’ll have your strength, my rugged good looks,"
"Dude, if this girl looks like you -" she couldn’t think of a worthy threat, and instead burst out laughing.
"You see, there’s nothing to worry about. You can do this."
"How are you so calm?" she smiled again, and then looked down, hoping her admiration hadn’t been too obvious. "Alright, count me in." off of his confused glance, she explained. " I’ll give her the lilies and the frilly dresses, hell I’ll be a soccer mom if it’ll make you happy." Wesley kissed her again, wanting to savor the moment forever. "I love you." he stood up once again and backed up to the wall, keeping eye contact with her. He started to nail the portrait to the wall when Faith meekly spoke up.
"Uh...Wes?" she sheepishly held up the empty carton of ice cream. "Think you could buy some more?"