Title: Wolf Pack

Chapter Title: The Epilogue

Author: Baby Blues

E-mail: purely_blissful@hotmail.com

Rated: NC-17

Disclaimer: Not mine, but the story is.

Summary: Months later, a baby comes, Spike returns, and they live happily ever after . . . yeah right!

Dedication: To . . . Annette Curtis Klause, with her book Blood and Chocolate . . . my inspiration for this story. And to everyone else, for your support and love . . . THANK YOU! ^__^


“Okay, Buffy, you have to push,” Joyce told Buffy firmly but gently as the wiped the sweat that had formed on her brow with the back of her hand. Her daughter was almost on the brink of madness, one small thing will end up snapping the young woman into insanity.

Buffy stared down at her mother as though she was crazy. Push? What the hell had she been doing? Having tea and crumpets? “You want this pup out? You have to work for it,” Joyce said as the woman in labor sat on her bed with her legs wide open, ready to give birth to the child that the pack had all been excitedly waiting for.

“But I’ve been working for almost 18 hours!” Buffy screamed in pain and complete frustration, “Just slice me open and get this kid out of me!” she yelled through her tears.

Angel sat frowning by her side, holding her grasping hand and stroking her golden blond hair. If he was able to take away her pain, he would, but sadly she had to do this on her own, with only his support and love guiding her.

She looked up at him with wide blue eyes, her chin quivering, and her teeth clenched tightly. “You will NEVER touch me again after this,” she whispered angrily to her husband.

Angel smiled uneasily and kissed her sweaty forehead. “You don’t mean that.”

She laughed sarcastically, “You wanna make a bet?” she asked with enough hostility and seriousness to frighten and worry him a little.

He didn’t have the chance to retort back because Spike came prancing in their master bedroom with his usual smirk and a video camera to add to that. “Hey, ducks, give us a smile. Your kid‘ll love this when he gets to be older,” he told Buffy as he fixed the camera on her rumpled form.

“Turn that off !” she demanded angrily.

Joyce sighed. “Spike . . . “

“What the hell are you doing here? Get out!” Angel yelled at the younger male in complete fury. He was seeing his wife all . . . wide and open, and Angelus did not fully appreciate or consent to that fact.

“Don’t get your knickers get in a bunch, Peaches,” Spike replied as he fixed that intruding gadget on that alpha male who looked as though he was ready to tear him to pieces, “It’s only for remembrance. Smile.”

“I’ll show you . . . “

“Ahhhhh! Shut up!” Buffy screamed at the two of them, the veins on her forehead about to pop from the intensity of her anger and not to mention all the pushing. “I’m trying to have a baby here! So why don’t the two of you get over your male egos for just a minute and let me . . . ahhh . . . !”

“I see the head,” Joyce announced excitedly.

The two males became silent. Angel grasped Buffy’s hand again as he watched his baby with the feeling of bewilderment and shock. Buffy almost smiled at the expressions that danced on his handsome face, but the fact that her labor wasn’t over stopped her. Spike, on the other hand, quickly put up his camera and watched in curious fascination as a head clearly poked out of . . .

“Give me another big push, honey . . . “

“Oh, man, the pack’ll love this,” Spike grinned as he focused on the birth, zooming in for a close up. Buffy was too preoccupied with her mother’s demand that she didn’t even hear him, and Angel was still in a bit of a shock to walk over to the bleach blond and throttle him.

Minutes later a healthy baby was brought into the world, screaming and kicking. “It’s a boy,” Joyce announced happily as the cleaned the mass of flesh with a clean towel. She quickly wrapped him up in warm blankets and carefully handed the baby to its mother.

“Angel . . . he’s beautiful,” Buffy cried, tears of wonder and awe flowing slowly down her flushed cheeks. Her husband said nothing as he studied his child, the baby’s eyes were squinted tightly, his mouth wide open, showing off nothing but pink gums . . . and a set of lungs that barely compared to Buffy‘s.

After years of being alone and being on his own with no one to really turn to. . . he finally had a family to name his own. First it had been this pack, then he found a more intimate family in Buffy, and now, the two of them had finally made one of their own . . . together.

“What are you namin’ the kid?” Spike asked, his camera shoved against their faces.

Angelus couldn’t even become angry as the annoying male focused it on the bellowing child. “Liam Angelus O’Connor,” the proud father answered.

Spike snorted and lifted the camera up towards Angelus, “It’s your baby.”

Buffy shot him a glare.

Chatter outside the bedroom drew their attention as Joyce handed Angel a pair of medical scissors. He cut the umbilical cord with almost shaking fingers. Buffy’s mother patted his hand with an assuring smile. “You did good,” she whispered as she covered up her daughter just as the entire pack rushed in to get a look at their new member.

Angelus gave her gratefully smile. He knew what she meant when she said that he did good. It was more than just being strong and patient for Buffy’s labor . . . but for everything he did for the pack . . . and especially for her daughter.

Angel looked down at his wife and his child. He wouldn’t have had it any other way.

“He’s so cute,” Willow gushed as the younger females of the clan stared at the baby in amazement.

As the entire pack continued gushing over the baby, taking pictures, and chattering and laughing amongst each other, Buffy looked up at Angel with a smile on her glowing face. “Do you think this is finally Happily Ever After?” she asked with a grin that probably wouldn’t be coming off for a LONG while.

Angel smiled back and was about to say yes when Xander rushed in, his chest rising and falling, “Angelus, we have a small tiny problem downstairs.”

The alpha male sighed and kissed his wife and looked down at Liam who was looking at everyone with much curiosity. “Not even close, my love,” he told her truthfully and smiled nonetheless, “But who ever said it was going to be? Plus . . . Happily Ever After sounds like the end of our lives. This is only just the beginning . . . “

~{The End}~
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