Date:                6 October 2003

Title:                 Choices

Author: Das Jessy

Archive:            'Kay.

Summary:            Whose idea was it that fanfictions needed summaries? Well, not mine.

Rating:              PG-13

Category:            S/B flufffffffffffff

Disclaimer:        One day I got a phone call and there was this guy who told me that they                      were all mine now.

Spoilers:            Post- Grave sequel to Against all odds.

Feedback:            I like feedback. Give me some :-) jessy_84@t-online.de

Author's Note:            This is actually going to be pretty humorous, the title's waaaay too                                                       serious. I'm no good with titles.

Choices by Das Jessy~~~~~~~~What's in an name? That which we call a rose

By another word would smell as sweet ~William Shakespeare

"Could you bring the icecrea, pleeease?" Buffy yells from where she is cuddled on the couch. "So, what is it? The tuna fish sandwich or ice cream?" Spike calles back from the kitchen. "Both. Thanks, honey." "Bloody hell." Some minutes later Spike enteres the living room sandwich in one hand, glass of water in the other, the ice cream carton under one arm. "Something else, oh great Slayer?!" "Nope thanks." Buffy says taking a bite from her sandwich and pushing her spoon into the ice cream. Spike just rolles his eyes sitting down next to her taking her feet in his lap. "That's actually pretty disgusting, Luv." "So says the guy who likes Wheatabix in his BLOOD." "Well, it's tasty. And vampire here, remember?!" "This is, too, tasty that is.Want some?" "Thankfully not." They sit some time in silent Spike watching Buffy, all the time shaking his head. "Will you stop it?" "I haven't done anything." "You're shaking yoour head." "Now I'm not even allowed to shake my head anymore?" "Not at me." "Bloody woman." Spike says exasperated. "Well, maybe next time you wanna  be the one being pregnant because I have you know, it pretty much sucks." "So do I." He says smirking at her which earns him an evil glare. "Anyways." Buffy continues. "I'm doing hard work here, I'm making a baby so I need food." "Yeah. 24/7." He mumbles. "I heard that." "I know." Again some minutes passed by until Buffy finally finished eating. After she puts the empty carton down on the coffee table  she watches Spike curiously. "What's wrong now?" He asks. "Nothing. "You're staring. Want something to eat again?" Buffy sticks out her tongue at that. "Spikey, let's talk names." "We could start with you not calling me Spikey." Another evil glare. "Well, what do you want to call the baby not that I'd let you name her, cause well, you named yourself Spike..." "What's wrong with Spike, *Buffy*?" He asks spitting out her name. "Nothing, except that it sucks." "Again with the sucking? So it fits, doesn't it?! And I like the name. Bloody good choice that was." "Yeah right. You'd actually call a boy Spike, wouldn't you." "Nope, I'd call him William." At that Buffy makes a face. "So enlighten me, what is wrong with that name, now?" "Well, it's old so so, Victorian." "That would be because I am old and again you're one to talk, Elizabeth. So what do you want to call a girl. And keep in mind that I'm going to kill you, soul or no soul if you even think about 'Joan'." "I really don't know why you all have a problem with that name." "Because it's just so quote 'blah' unquote." "Didn't even want to call her Joan." She says sulking. "So tell me Mr. Not so bad and really not Big, what do you want to call your daugther?" "I always wanted to call my daugther if I ever had one, which was highly unlikely but anyways..." "You've got a point in there somewhere?" "Shut up, woman." He tells her. "I wanted to name her after me Mum." Spike says serious. "Bloody great woman she was." "That's sweet, Spike..." "I'm not finished. After I fell in love with you, I dreamed or I imagined how it would be to have a little girl with my eyes and your nose. And I always thought she'd carry your Mum's name, too. Joyce was like a Mum to me, ya know?! Always listening to me. Making me hot chocolate with those tiny marshmallows. For a long time she was the only one that cared for me." Buffy takes his hand into hers, tears glistening in her eyes. "What was your mothers name?" Buffy asks. "It was Anne." "That's my second name." "I know, Pet. So I thought it would fit, Anne Joyce after her mother and her grand-mothers." "Buffy leans forward brushing a kiss across his lips. "Anne Joyce it will be."

~The End~

To Nina and my baby nephew, who was born on October 14th.