Firsts
Title: Firsts
Rating: PG / PG -13?
Spoilers: Btvs post 7 / SPN 2/3
Warning: may contain angst and fluffiness
Disclaimer: I sadly don't own any of this, those who are much greater and wiser do.
She placed the final picture frame on the dresser, smiling as she looked down at the image of Dawnie, her mother and herself. It was one a the few things she had managed to save before Sunnydale had turned into a giant crater. She ran her hand over the smooth freshly sanded wood, it was the newest addition to the apartment, Xander had made it for her, claiming his craftsmanship was still pretty good for a cyclops.
There was soft knock on the door. A young brunette girl, now young woman, walked into the room carrying a basket of laundry. “Buffy, I’m going to go home now, do you need anything before I leave?”
“I’m okay Dawnie, you can just go home.” She smiled, “thanks for all your help today.”
Dawn returned the smile, it was nice seeing Buffy happy, “no problem, I’ll call you later on tonight.” With that they said their goodbyes and Dawn left the small apartment.
Buffy stepped back and looked at the bedroom, it was starting to look right, homey and lived in. It had only been a while since the blond slayer had moved into her now new permanent residence. It was a nice two bedroom place, a good enough size for Buffy’s needs. She liked her set-up, just the two of them, Dawn on the other hand had opted to get an apartment closer to college and with her long-term boyfriend. Buffy was proud of her, she was happy and doing well with school.
Buffy plucked up Mr. Gordo from atop of the laundry basket and settled down on her bed, snuggling up with him. She felt content and relaxed for the first time in weeks. Sleep was slowly seeping in, and thats when she felt it. For the first time she could feel movement in her womb. She placed her hands on her swelling belly, enjoying the sensation of her child moving inside her. She closed her eyes as a true smile crept onto her lips. This was her child, their beautiful baby. She could only hope that he would have his father’s eyes and his smile. Anything that would feed her memories.
The shrill cry of the phone broke her out of her thoughts. She sat up and grabbed the phone from the night stand. “Hello?” She was met with silence, just like before. “Dean?” She would swear by it that she could hear his soft breathing, “Dean please,” she begged, hoping for a response, but like all the other times she was met with dial tone. The sound died away as she let the phone slide down from her ear, landing with a soft thud on her carpeted floor. She sat still, then as if on auto pilot she picked up the phone and placed it back on the receiver. She wiped the fallen tears from her cheeks on her sleeves and turned her attention back to her laundry.
The phone rang again, she glanced at the flashing red light letting her know she had an incoming call. Her actions stilled, she just stared at the phone, not wanting to go through it again. But like every time she knew she would pick it up, just for a chance that he would actually speak to her. “Hello?”
“Hi Buffy,” it was Dawn just calling Buffy to let her know that she made it safely. They talked for a few minutes, she told Dawn about the baby kicking for the first time. There was a knock at Buffy’s apartment door.
“Dawnie I’ll talk to you tomorrow, there’s someone at the door.” The sisters said their goodbyes. Buffy walked out of the bedroom into the main hallway, “Just a minute.” Reaching the door she looked through the keyhole but she couldn’t see anyone. Grabbing Mr. Pointy off her hallway table she slowly opened the door.
For the first time in months she saw those oh so familiar eyes. Dean glanced down and ran his hand through his short hair nervously. He locked eyes back with hers. “Hey.”
“Hey.”
Rating: PG / PG -13?
Spoilers: Btvs post 7 / SPN 2/3
Warning: may contain angst and fluffiness
Disclaimer: I sadly don't own any of this, those who are much greater and wiser do.
She placed the final picture frame on the dresser, smiling as she looked down at the image of Dawnie, her mother and herself. It was one a the few things she had managed to save before Sunnydale had turned into a giant crater. She ran her hand over the smooth freshly sanded wood, it was the newest addition to the apartment, Xander had made it for her, claiming his craftsmanship was still pretty good for a cyclops.
There was soft knock on the door. A young brunette girl, now young woman, walked into the room carrying a basket of laundry. “Buffy, I’m going to go home now, do you need anything before I leave?”
“I’m okay Dawnie, you can just go home.” She smiled, “thanks for all your help today.”
Dawn returned the smile, it was nice seeing Buffy happy, “no problem, I’ll call you later on tonight.” With that they said their goodbyes and Dawn left the small apartment.
Buffy stepped back and looked at the bedroom, it was starting to look right, homey and lived in. It had only been a while since the blond slayer had moved into her now new permanent residence. It was a nice two bedroom place, a good enough size for Buffy’s needs. She liked her set-up, just the two of them, Dawn on the other hand had opted to get an apartment closer to college and with her long-term boyfriend. Buffy was proud of her, she was happy and doing well with school.
Buffy plucked up Mr. Gordo from atop of the laundry basket and settled down on her bed, snuggling up with him. She felt content and relaxed for the first time in weeks. Sleep was slowly seeping in, and thats when she felt it. For the first time she could feel movement in her womb. She placed her hands on her swelling belly, enjoying the sensation of her child moving inside her. She closed her eyes as a true smile crept onto her lips. This was her child, their beautiful baby. She could only hope that he would have his father’s eyes and his smile. Anything that would feed her memories.
The shrill cry of the phone broke her out of her thoughts. She sat up and grabbed the phone from the night stand. “Hello?” She was met with silence, just like before. “Dean?” She would swear by it that she could hear his soft breathing, “Dean please,” she begged, hoping for a response, but like all the other times she was met with dial tone. The sound died away as she let the phone slide down from her ear, landing with a soft thud on her carpeted floor. She sat still, then as if on auto pilot she picked up the phone and placed it back on the receiver. She wiped the fallen tears from her cheeks on her sleeves and turned her attention back to her laundry.
The phone rang again, she glanced at the flashing red light letting her know she had an incoming call. Her actions stilled, she just stared at the phone, not wanting to go through it again. But like every time she knew she would pick it up, just for a chance that he would actually speak to her. “Hello?”
“Hi Buffy,” it was Dawn just calling Buffy to let her know that she made it safely. They talked for a few minutes, she told Dawn about the baby kicking for the first time. There was a knock at Buffy’s apartment door.
“Dawnie I’ll talk to you tomorrow, there’s someone at the door.” The sisters said their goodbyes. Buffy walked out of the bedroom into the main hallway, “Just a minute.” Reaching the door she looked through the keyhole but she couldn’t see anyone. Grabbing Mr. Pointy off her hallway table she slowly opened the door.
For the first time in months she saw those oh so familiar eyes. Dean glanced down and ran his hand through his short hair nervously. He locked eyes back with hers. “Hey.”
“Hey.”