"Ahh," Wesley responded in understanding. He never enjoyed being sick himself, so he wasn't surprised that Fred didn't want to do anything to cause anything to exacerbate her possible morning sickness. The idea of her being ill was definitely something he didn't like as well.
"I promise to help you anyway I can," he told her, reaching over and rubbing her stomach gently. "I'll make sure there's plenty of crackers and lemon-lime soda in the hotel."
He had been afraid, though, that she would react the way she did upon hearing that coffee wasn't a good thing to have. "Well, I think chocolate is okay. Doesn't have quite as much caffeine," he told her before she kissed him, hoping that might placate her a bit. He smiled against her lips, though, knowing that however "hormonal" she might get, he was the luckiest man in the world right now.
He reluctantly pulled back when the waitress walked over, and while Fred placed her order, he took one last look at the menu. "I'll have a chicken sandwich and fries," he told her. "You don't happen to have hot tea, do you?"
"Just iced."
Wesley thought for a moment, then nodded. "I suppose that'll have to do."
A moment later, he found Fred kissing him again and wrapped his arms around her. He noticed a couple of people looking their way - one of them obviously a bit put out by their public display of affection, but Wesley didn't care. He had waited too long for this, and he was damn well going to enjoy having Fred in his life and his arms and his bed.
When they finally parted, Wesley rested his forehead against hers while caressing her cheek. Part of him wished that he had family members he could share their news with like she did, but he didn't know how his parents would take the news, especially his father. And he didn't want to expose Fred to that, not if he could help it.
"Here are your drinks," the waitress said, returning and setting Fred's milk and Wesley's iced tea down in front of them. "Anything else I can get you two while you're waiting for your food?"
"No," Wesley said, not taking his eyes from Fred. "I think we're fine."
"Better than fine," Fred murmured as she stared at Wesley. The waitress smiled and muttered something about young love before she walked off.
Even though Fred didn't want to, she eventually pulled away and unwrapped her straw and placed it into her milk. She eyed Wesley's iced tea and then looked at him. "That has caffeine in it. I think after today you should stop drinking tea if I have to stop drinking coffee," she said with an amused look. She knew she wouldn't deny him his tea, but it was fun teasing him.
She took a long drink from the milk and looked toward the window. "You know, there's a cheap bookstore down here. They sell books for half off. Maybe we can pick up a couple baby books. We should have a couple for reference and we can't keep the ones from the library for that long," Fred pointed out. "Plus, I would love to get one of those baby books where you can track your pregnancy and the first year of your baby's life. That'd be so cute."
There was a lot of things Fred wanted to get. One of them being a digital camera so they could take a lot of pictures and e-mail them to her parents. Also, she wanted to video cam to record the pregnancy. But, they had to get some cases and money first.
Looking over at Wesley, she smiled and ran her fingers through his hair. "I love you," she whispered.
After lunch, during which Wesley was sure they almost sent the waitress into sugar shock, he and Fred headed down to the bookstore just off the pier and found some of the books that the doctor had reccommended they get and read during the pregnancy. A couple of them were thick tomes that almost put the codexes Wesley owned to shame. They even found one of the tracking books that Fred wanted. There was no way they were going to drag them around with them while they continued their day out on the pier, though, so once they had paid for them (and Wesley was very glad that they were discounted), he took them to the Jeep and put them in the boot out of view.
Returning to Fred, he smiled at her and took her hand, squeezing it tight. "If you're still feeling all right, we could take a walk down on the beach," he suggested as they walked back down toward the oceanfront.
He had just wrapped his arm around her and kissed her forehead when a familiar voice called out, "Wesley?"
Turning while still keeping his arm around Fred, he felt his jaw drop slightly when he saw the woman walking up towards him, her curly red hair pulled back from her face. "Virginia?"
"It really is you. You look so...different!" she said as she joined them. "Good different. Wow...it's been so long. How--how are you?"
Wesley smiled broadly. "I'm doing well - really well actually. Virginia, I'd like you to meet Fred, my girlfriend." He almost shook his head at that, realizing that didn't really seem to correctly identify everything that she meant to him. "More like my girlfriend, best friend and the best thing that ever happened to me."
"That's quite a mouthful," Virginia noted with a raised eyebrow. "Hi...nice to meet you."
"Virginia and I dated a few years ago," Wesley told Fred, his hand caressing her side gently. "What have you been up to since then?"
"Getting married," she told him with a smile and holding up her hand. "It was in all the papers. What about you two?"
Wesley looked at Fred. "Well, umm...we haven't...had a chance to talk about it. Yet."
Fred was happy with what they'd gotten at the bookstore. She couldn't wait to start filling out the baby book when they got back to the hotel. Her parents had kept one for her, and she made a mental note to have her mother send it to them so they could look through it. She wondered if Wesley had one too, but didn't know if they did that sort of thing in England.
They were walking along when someone said Wesley's name. Fred smiled at Virginia when Wesley introduced her. "Nice to meet you," she said with a grin. "We've sort of met before. When you got married, Cordy showed me the article in the paper."
"So, you work with them? With the fighting demons?" Virginia asked.
"Yeah. Even fight them myself," Fred said, grinning up at Wesley.
"And it doesn't bother you?"
"Not at all. Wesley's one of the best demon hunters I know," Fred said.
Virginia just nodded and looked over her shoulder. "My husband is done with his errand so I should probably join him. If you ever decide to get married, give me a call and I'll set you up with my planner," she said before walking off.
Fred turned and looked at Wesley. "If we ever get married, we're having a small ceremony. Maybe in Texas. Did you know she had one-hundred doves released? Overkill, much?" she said, shaking her head.
She then leaned up and softly kissed him. "Winifred Wyndam-Pryce. It has a nice ring to it, don't you think?" she asked after she'd pulled away. "Come on. I think I want to take my wonderful boyfriend home and show him how I'm not wearing any panties."
"I promise to help you anyway I can," he told her, reaching over and rubbing her stomach gently. "I'll make sure there's plenty of crackers and lemon-lime soda in the hotel."
He had been afraid, though, that she would react the way she did upon hearing that coffee wasn't a good thing to have. "Well, I think chocolate is okay. Doesn't have quite as much caffeine," he told her before she kissed him, hoping that might placate her a bit. He smiled against her lips, though, knowing that however "hormonal" she might get, he was the luckiest man in the world right now.
He reluctantly pulled back when the waitress walked over, and while Fred placed her order, he took one last look at the menu. "I'll have a chicken sandwich and fries," he told her. "You don't happen to have hot tea, do you?"
"Just iced."
Wesley thought for a moment, then nodded. "I suppose that'll have to do."
A moment later, he found Fred kissing him again and wrapped his arms around her. He noticed a couple of people looking their way - one of them obviously a bit put out by their public display of affection, but Wesley didn't care. He had waited too long for this, and he was damn well going to enjoy having Fred in his life and his arms and his bed.
When they finally parted, Wesley rested his forehead against hers while caressing her cheek. Part of him wished that he had family members he could share their news with like she did, but he didn't know how his parents would take the news, especially his father. And he didn't want to expose Fred to that, not if he could help it.
"Here are your drinks," the waitress said, returning and setting Fred's milk and Wesley's iced tea down in front of them. "Anything else I can get you two while you're waiting for your food?"
"No," Wesley said, not taking his eyes from Fred. "I think we're fine."
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Even though Fred didn't want to, she eventually pulled away and unwrapped her straw and placed it into her milk. She eyed Wesley's iced tea and then looked at him. "That has caffeine in it. I think after today you should stop drinking tea if I have to stop drinking coffee," she said with an amused look. She knew she wouldn't deny him his tea, but it was fun teasing him.
She took a long drink from the milk and looked toward the window. "You know, there's a cheap bookstore down here. They sell books for half off. Maybe we can pick up a couple baby books. We should have a couple for reference and we can't keep the ones from the library for that long," Fred pointed out. "Plus, I would love to get one of those baby books where you can track your pregnancy and the first year of your baby's life. That'd be so cute."
There was a lot of things Fred wanted to get. One of them being a digital camera so they could take a lot of pictures and e-mail them to her parents. Also, she wanted to video cam to record the pregnancy. But, they had to get some cases and money first.
Looking over at Wesley, she smiled and ran her fingers through his hair. "I love you," she whispered.
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After lunch, during which Wesley was sure they almost sent the waitress into sugar shock, he and Fred headed down to the bookstore just off the pier and found some of the books that the doctor had reccommended they get and read during the pregnancy. A couple of them were thick tomes that almost put the codexes Wesley owned to shame. They even found one of the tracking books that Fred wanted. There was no way they were going to drag them around with them while they continued their day out on the pier, though, so once they had paid for them (and Wesley was very glad that they were discounted), he took them to the Jeep and put them in the boot out of view.
Returning to Fred, he smiled at her and took her hand, squeezing it tight. "If you're still feeling all right, we could take a walk down on the beach," he suggested as they walked back down toward the oceanfront.
He had just wrapped his arm around her and kissed her forehead when a familiar voice called out, "Wesley?"
Turning while still keeping his arm around Fred, he felt his jaw drop slightly when he saw the woman walking up towards him, her curly red hair pulled back from her face. "Virginia?"
"It really is you. You look so...different!" she said as she joined them. "Good different. Wow...it's been so long. How--how are you?"
Wesley smiled broadly. "I'm doing well - really well actually. Virginia, I'd like you to meet Fred, my girlfriend." He almost shook his head at that, realizing that didn't really seem to correctly identify everything that she meant to him. "More like my girlfriend, best friend and the best thing that ever happened to me."
"That's quite a mouthful," Virginia noted with a raised eyebrow. "Hi...nice to meet you."
"Virginia and I dated a few years ago," Wesley told Fred, his hand caressing her side gently. "What have you been up to since then?"
"Getting married," she told him with a smile and holding up her hand. "It was in all the papers. What about you two?"
Wesley looked at Fred. "Well, umm...we haven't...had a chance to talk about it. Yet."
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They were walking along when someone said Wesley's name. Fred smiled at Virginia when Wesley introduced her. "Nice to meet you," she said with a grin. "We've sort of met before. When you got married, Cordy showed me the article in the paper."
"So, you work with them? With the fighting demons?" Virginia asked.
"Yeah. Even fight them myself," Fred said, grinning up at Wesley.
"And it doesn't bother you?"
"Not at all. Wesley's one of the best demon hunters I know," Fred said.
Virginia just nodded and looked over her shoulder. "My husband is done with his errand so I should probably join him. If you ever decide to get married, give me a call and I'll set you up with my planner," she said before walking off.
Fred turned and looked at Wesley. "If we ever get married, we're having a small ceremony. Maybe in Texas. Did you know she had one-hundred doves released? Overkill, much?" she said, shaking her head.
She then leaned up and softly kissed him. "Winifred Wyndam-Pryce. It has a nice ring to it, don't you think?" she asked after she'd pulled away. "Come on. I think I want to take my wonderful boyfriend home and show him how I'm not wearing any panties."
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