SPOILERS: Very much an AU fic
as I don’t mention or acknowledge the ‘baby plot’ in this fic; Continues
from Holiday Delights I. ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS: This is all the fault of a rabid plot bunny tossed at
me by an online friend. First in a series of holiday fics. Special thanks to
Teleflora for providing inspiration and to Regina, Annabelle and Galen for the
betas. DISCLAIMER: These are not mine. I lay no claim to them. Joss & co.
own all… I am merely a mom. FEEDBACK: Much appreciated, please send to: meribeth@aesiraven.com RATING: Holiday Delights II contains an NC-17 chapter, please be
advised before reading.
Chapter One: Confusion Reigns
Wes leaned back in his chair, phone tucked between his shoulder and his ear as
he took notes and watched Fred talk to Cordelia. Fred was blushing again and
he wondered about it. She does that a lot, he thought, jotting down another
couple of words, "I wonder why? He shook his head, absently thanking
Giles for the information that he’d needed. Hanging up the phone, Wes
watched as Fred shook her head, snapping something in response to Cordelia
before rising and almost running into the office while Cordy’s laughter
followed her.
Fred dashed into Wes’s office, slamming the door behind her and dropping
into a chair. "I hate her!" Then she shook her head, "No, I
don’t. I just wish she wouldn’t tease me so much." Fred sighed,
looking down at her hands for a moment. "Is that mean of me?"
Wes chuckled softly. "No, sweet." He rose, circling the desk and
crossing the room to crouch beside her. "Do you want me to talk to
her?" Fred shook her head again, blushing.
"No, that’ll make it worse…," She sighed, "at least I think
it will." Fred reached out a hand, playing with Wes’s hair. "I’m
sorry. She’s just so much… more… worldly than me." She ducked her
head, refusing to look at him. "You should be with someone like her, not
me."
"I don’t want her." Wes shifted about so that he could see her
eyes, "Fred, love, it’s you I want." He smiled at her, leaning in
to kiss her gently. "You’re my sweet girl."
"Stop it, Wesley!" Fred rose to her feet, shoving the chair back and
turning away from him. "I am not a child!"
"I never said you were," Wes rose, leaning back against his desk.
"Fred," He watched her for a moment, "talk to me. What is
it?" He could see the tension in her, the anger in her body. It bothered
him, that he didn’t know what was wrong, what he had done to make her so
upset.
"You did," Fred curled up into herself, wrapping her arms around her
waist. "I am not a girl… and… you never… we never… doesn’t
matter…" She broke off completely with what sounded suspiciously like a
sob.
Wes straightened, reaching out to pull her back against him, rocking her
gently. "Shh, don’t cry." He shifted her about so the she was
facing him, though she immediately hid her face in his chest, sniffling.
"It must matter or you wouldn’t be so upset. Can you tell me?" He
asked softly, gently, hoping that she’d confide in him.
Fred shook her head no, blushing a bright red. "No… No… can’t tell.
Isn’t proper…" She mumbled, or at least that’s what Wes thought she
said.
Isn’t proper? Wes thought, What could she possibly be thinking? He sighed,
stroking her hair and waiting for her to calm. My dear sweet Winifred, I do
love you. It’s this that keeps me sane, love. Holding you, having you with
me. I couldn’t handle it if anything were to ever happen to you. Wes leaned
back against the desk, enjoying the feel of her cuddled into him, even as his
mind shifted gears to start processing the information he’d acquired in his
phone call. Gunn and Angel will need to take a few precautions with this one.
"Hey English, you get that information…" Gunn trailed off as he
rounded the door, "Sorry, didn’t know there was a Kodak moment going on
here. You need a sign or somethin’," Gunn shoved Angel back out the
door, chuckling while pulling it shut.
Wes sighed into Fred’s hair, "Sorry, love. We’ve got to get back to
work." He tilted her head up, valiantly containing his laughter at her
blush. "You going to be okay?" He asked, quietly.
"I think so," Fred muttered, smiling up at Wes. "I’ll go
brave Cordelia while you talk. Though why she feels the need to keep remarking
on my choice of clothes, I’ll never know." She kissed Wes quickly,
pulling away and heading for the door, muttering all the way, "What’s
the big deal about me wearing your shirt? I happen to like this shirt."
Somehow, though he wasn’t exactly sure how, Wes managed to keep from
laughing at her innocent remarks until after she’d left allowing Gunn and
Angel into the office and closing the door behind her. As soon as she had
crossed the lobby, Wes chuckled softly, shaking his head and returning to his
chair, absently nodding in response to Gunn’s query as to whether he had the
necessary information on the latest demon.
***
Cordelia sighed, watching Fred pace a hole into the marble of the lobby floor
was boring. "Settle down. I’m sure they’re fine. It’s just a
demon."
"Just a demon!" Fred snapped, dropping onto the round sofa.
"Just a demon that’s killed a dozen people." She shook her head,
"I’m sorry, Cordelia. I’m just jumpy."
"And worried."
"That too." Fred rose to her feet, pacing again. She just couldn’t
stay still. It’s been hours. Why hasn’t he called and told me he’s okay?
He just has to be okay. Fred wandered over to the counter, leaning against it.
"How do you manage to be so calm?"
"I’m not calm." Cordelia capped the bottle of nail polish she was
using to repaint her nails a bright red. "I just hide it well."
Cordy slid the bottle down the counter out of the way. "Fred, we can’t
do anything but wait. Worrying and pacing isn’t going to help any." She
got a sly smile on her face, "So tell me, why are you wearing Wes’s
shirt?" Fred blushed and stammered, finally just staring down at the
counter.
Cordelia chuckled, perversely enjoying Fred’s discomfort, and started
talking. "So, you borrowed his shirt. Did you have fun? Was it
good?"
"Cordelia!"
Cordelia was saved from replying and Fred from her embarrassment as the lobby
doors opened, admitting the guys. The trio was covered in various globs and
different mucks, seeming totally happy and laughing at something that had been
said before they came in.
*****
Chapter Two: Invitations
Winifred bounced up and down, trying to figure out how to ask Wes a really
important question. Easter was only a few days away and she really wanted to
attend services, but she didn’t want to go alone. It had been five years
since she’d stepped foot in a church. He won’t be mad at me, she thought,
gathering up all her courage and preparing to head for the office, at least, I
hope not.
Wes leaned on the window ledge in his office, watching Fred bounce on the
sofa. She’d been doing that for the last hour or so, she only seemed to do
that when she was worried. At least that’s the way things were now. What’s
the matter, love? , he thought. Something’s bothering you.
He chuckled as the door opened, admitting the same delivery guy who’d
delivered all of Fred’s previous flowers. Fred stilled completely as
Cordelia intercepted the guy to get the flowers before Fred could even start
to get up. Cordy carried the flowers to the counter, setting them down and
waving at Fred for her to come look at them.
"Well," Cordy muttered, "Aren’t you going to look?" She
stepped to one side, allowing Fred to come and unwrap the vase. Fred bounded
across the room, reaching for the paper wrapping the flowers. As she started
to undo the paper, Gunn wandered over to lean on the counter.
"Come on, girl. We wanna see what English got you this time." Gunn
chuckled as Fred blushed again.
Balling up the paper, Fred tossed it at Gunn and quickly reached for the card
before Cordelia could touch it. "That’s mine, Cordelia. I wanna see it
first." She took a few steps away, backing into the corner by the weapons
cabinet so that no one could crane over her shoulder and opened the envelope
holding the card. It would make me very happy if you would come live with me
and be my love. Fred blushed a deep pink, tucking the card into her pants
pocket.
Skirting the counter, she headed for Wes’s office, leaving Gunn and Cordelia
to debate whether or not they were going to look up the meanings of the
flowers he’d given her. I already know, but it’ll keep you two busy. Fred
slid one of the pocket doors open enough for her to slip into the room.
"Wesley?"
At Fred’s tentative asking of his name, Wes looked up from the text he’d
returned to reading. "Yes, sweet?" He surveyed her with his eyes,
trailing his gaze over her and smiling as he noted that she was holding the
doors shut. As he watched, she flipped the lock.
"Don’t need them coming in," she murmured. She crossed the room,
moving the book and snuggling into his lap. Pulling the card out of her
pocket, she held it up between them, "Yes."
Wes smiled, that shy little half-smile of his, and wrapped a hand around her
wrist. Pulling her hand toward him, he removed the card dropping it onto the
discarded book and pressed a kiss to the inside of her wrist over her pulse.
"You’ve made me very happy, love. When?"
Fred smothered a giggle at his actions, it still surprised her sometimes when
he did things like that, so very old-fashioned but very much a part of him.
"Whenever you want," she whispered, ducking her head as she blushed
again.
Wes stroked her wrist with his thumb, using his other hand to cup her chin and
tilt her head up so that he could look into her eyes. She couldn’t
mean…Wes mentally shook his head, he’d worry about that later, I am not
going to push her, let her decide things. Leaning close, he whispered,
"Tonight?" He watched her eyes light up as she smiled and he just
had to kiss her, to share that joy with her.
*****
Chapter Three: Sunrise Meditations. Three weeks. Three of the most
frustrating weeks of my life. Wes thought, pouring himself a cup of tea and
settling onto his living room sofa. How can one woman become so fascinating…
so endearing? Wes leaned back into the sofa, closing his eyes and sighing
heavily.
Fred leaned against the door frame, watching Wesley. He looked so relaxed,
comfortable as he hadn’t in weeks and she wondered what he was thinking
about, Is it me? She sighed softly, wanting to feel his arms around her again.
The sound of Fred’s sigh caused Wes to look up and stare at her in shock.
She stood there, all sleep rumbled and sexy, her hair slightly mussed, dressed
solely in one of his button-down dress shirts. The shirt was hardly buttoned
and gaped slightly, giving him the most enticing half-glimpse of her small
breasts. He straightened, swallowing, and carefully set the tea mug down.
She noticed his hands shaking as the tea cup clattered slightly on the table.
"Good morning, Wesley," Fred took a few steps into the living room
and paused, considering him. Gathering up all her courage, she crossed the
room and leaned over to pick up his tea mug. She straightened and smiled at
him, turning the mug slightly before sipping at his still warm tea.
"Fred…" Wes broke off as his voice shook slightly, the image of
her bent over the table was burned into his mind. Forcing the image away, he
tried that again, "Fred, what are you doing?"
"I’m drinking tea, silly," she smiled at him again, cradling the
mug in her hands. "What did you think I was doing?" Fred skirted the
coffee table, sidling between the table and the sofa until she could stand
between his legs. "Of course, there’s plenty of other things I’d
rather be doing," she murmured, reaching out a hand to brush his hair
back. "Do you want to know what they are?"
Wes stared at Fred in a state of semi-shock, stammering slightly. He dragged
in a deep breath, gathering himself. I can’t believe… Wes’s thought’s
trailed off as Fred settled in his lap, straddling his legs and leaning
against him as she reached over to set the mug on the end table.
Fred stared into Wes’s eyes, draping her arms around his neck and toying
with the small curls of hair there. She seemed to discover what she was
looking for, for she smiled, slowly and leaned towards him, tentatively
kissing him. She trailed a series of soft kisses along his jaw until she could
nibble on his earlobe. After a moment, she shifted a bit, nuzzling his neck
and whispering to him, "Shall I tell you what I dream about? What I wish?
Hmm, Wes, should I?"
Wes stifled a moan as she shifted on his lap and wrapped his arms around her
waist to keep her from getting away. He gathered the back of the shirt in one
hand, sliding his other one under it so that he could feel her skin, start
touching her the way he wanted to for so very long. Wes released the shirt,
tangling his now free hand into her hair to hold her still while he pressed
kisses to her pulse. "What things, love? What do you dream?" he
purred in her ear.
Fred tilted her head, arching her neck to give him better access to her skin.
The feel of him kissing and sucking on her skin, marking her, was
intoxicating, making her lose her train of thought. "Dark things…
Wicked things… wanna know how it’d feel… you touching me… like this…
and more."
"More, Fred?" Wes murmured. He trailed his hand over her skin,
tracing the curve of her waist so that he could reach the buttons on the front
of the shirt. "Like what, sweet?" He used his grip on her hair to
arch her slightly backward, allowing him to trail his kisses along her
collarbone, nuzzling the shirt out of his way to gain better access to her
skin. Flicking the buttons open, Wes shoved the shirt out of his way, lifting
his head to gaze at her, slightly flushed and panting.
"Touch me, Wesley. Please. Like you do in my dreams," Fred panted
softly, blushing a delicate pink as her eyes closed. "Taste me… Teach
me… Please, Wesley please."
Listening to her soft pleas, feeling her squirming in his lap eroded away
Wes’s promise to himself to not push her into anything. It was taking all of
his control to not lay her across the coffee table behind her and just take
her. He pulled her back to him, smothering the last of her words in a
passionate kiss. Shifting his grip on her slightly, he rose to his feet,
delighting in her soft gasp as he did so. Carrying her into his bedroom, he
let her slid down his body until she was standing on her feet, pressed up
against him.
Wesley tangled both hands into her hair, tugging her head back so that he
could look into her eyes. Her brown eyes were so dark they were almost black,
clouded with love, lust and hunger. Releasing her hair, he stripped the shirt
off of her, tossing it to the floor with a careless gesture. Wes swung her
back up into his arms, dropping her into the middle of his bed and smiled at
the image she made lying there, his innocent temptress.
Wes moved closer to the bed, resting one knee on it, leaning over to spread
her hair out around her on the pillows. Stripping off his clothes, he spoke
softly to her, not wanting to scare her. "You don’t know how long
I’ve imagined having you right there, your hair spread out around you on my
pillows." She stared at him, blushing a deeper pink and he chuckled.
Wes shifted suddenly, straddling her where she lay in the middle of his bed.
Resting his hands on her waist, he watched her eyes for a moment, then slowly
trailed his hands up her body along her arms until he could interlace their
fingers and hold her hands against the bed. He saw her eyes widen in surprise
and smiled at her. "Are you mine, love?" He lightly brushed his lips
across hers, before trailing them down over her collarbone to one of her
breasts. He looked up at her, "Tell me what you want Fred."
"Yours." She gasped, arching against him. "Want you, need
you," She broke off suddenly, gasping in surprise as he suckled on her.
"Wesley!"
Her broken cry of his name caused Wes to chuckle against her skin. Releasing
her hands, he turned his attention to pleasuring her, giving himself free
reign to touch her, taste her. Fred’s soft gasps and broken whimpers were
music to him. He rubbed his cheek against her stomach, his hands trailing over
her thighs.
Fred tangled her fingers in his hair, trying to drag him closer. She wanted,
needed, to feel him against her, his weight on her to make this real, not
another dream. She left one hand in his hair while the other dropped to the
bed beside her, clenching against the sheets. "Wesley," Fred moaned,
arching into his touch, the feel of his fingers touching and teasing her, so
intimately, was ruining her ability to think. She could only feel, squirming
against him and whimpering as she sought for the release her body craved,
"Please, Wesley."
"Shh, baby, I know." Wesley pulled away from her, crawling up her
body to once again gaze into her eyes. "Look at me, love." He fought
to keep himself under control, to not drive himself into her like she was a
woman but the feel of her so hot, wet and tight around him was driving him
mad. He smothered her sharp cry in a kiss, hating having to hurt her even
though he had known it was inevitable. "Shh, love, relax. Trust me."
Fred stared up at Wes, shocked and surprised at the feel of him inside of her.
Before she could question him, he moved within her and she gasped as the
yearning ache returned. She wrapped herself around him, digging her nails into
his shoulders, whimpering and writhing against him.
Wesley was silent, his mind and body consumed by the feel of her wrapped
around him so tightly, her nails raking across his skin, her soft pleading
cries. He tangled his hands in her hair, kissing her and trailing kisses along
her jaw until he could bury his face in her hair.
"Wesley!" Fred arched against Wes, shuddering and screaming as she
came with him deep inside of her
"Winifred…." Wes groaned into her hair before burying himself in
her, her climax dragging his from him. Shuddering, he collapsed on her,
panting into her hair. Gathering himself, he rolled them both so that she was
lying sprawled atop him. He held her, stroking her hair, as she relaxed,
almost asleep. "I love you, Winifred," he whispered to her, allowing
sleep to claim him as well.
*****
Chapter Four: Reality Intrudes
The sharp shrill ring of the phone woke Wes and he reached an arm over to grab
the bedroom extension. A protesting murmur as he shifted caused him to smile.
My Winifred, he thought, absently tracing a hand over Fred’s curves.
"Hello…" Wes’s eyes widened, listening intently to the voice on
the other end. "Is she alright?… We’ll be there as fast as we can,
Angel." Wesley chuckled as Angel tried to lecture him, "Not now,
we’ll discuss that later. The longer you keep me on the phone the longer
it’ll take for us to get there." Flicking the disconnect on the phone,
he dropped it back onto the table and smiled at the now awake Winifred.
"Sorry love, we need to get up. Seems Cordelia had a vision."
Fred groaned slightly in disappointment, leaning up to kiss Wesley before
crawling out of bed. "Shower?" She asked, shyly, ducking her head
slightly. She paused in the bedroom doorway, waiting for his reply.
***
Wes balanced the bike for Fred to get off it, before
climbing off himself. As they headed into the hotel, he caught her hand,
tangling his fingers with hers. She smiled up at him as he opened the door for
her. Releasing her, he dropped a kiss on her cheek, "Take care of
Cordelia while I find out what’s going on." Fred nodded, scampering off
to crouch beside Cordelia where she was lying on one of the sofas.
Wes glanced about the lobby, shaking his head and gesturing for Angel to join
him in his office. "Where’s Gunn?"
"Checking the streets." Angel followed Wes into the office, his gaze
going back over his shoulder to the girls. "Do you know what you’re
doing?" Angel closed the door behind him, "You slept with her."
"Angel!" Wes crossed the room, dropping into his chair and turning
to face the vampire. "A gentleman never gossips about a woman, especially
the woman he’s going to marry."
"Wesley, don’t you think that’s rushing things?" Angel settled
into one of the chairs facing the desk. "You’ve only been together
since what… February?"
Wes leaned back in his chair, dragging a pad of paper across the desk.
"Some of us don’t have an eternity to wait, actually have to worry
about dying."
"It’s the dying that I’m worried about. Fred’s not… normal.
She’s only been back for a few months and interacting for less." Angel
tilted his head, staring at Wes intently, "Be careful, Wes. I don’t
think she could handle anything happening to you."
Nodding, Wes picked up a pen, changing the subject, he didn’t want to talk
about Winifred. He himself wasn’t even sure why he’d told Angel about his
intentions. "So, what’d she see?"
***
Fred dropped to the floor next to Cordelia, smiling and giggling as she
watched Wes walk away from her. She loved to watch him walk, especially in
those jeans, tight in just the right places. She blushed as she turned back to
Cordy to see the other woman staring at her. "What?"
"You were watching his ass." Cordy stated, somewhat distastefully,
"And you’re grinning." Cordy stared at the other woman, watching
as Fred tugged off her jacket, tossing it onto the sofa at Cordy’s feet. As
Fred tossed her hair back, Cordy’s eyes lit on the mark Wes had left on
Fred. Smiling, Cordy sat up, groaning slightly as the movement made her head
pound. "I take it we had fun?"
Fred blushed, nodding shyly. "Lots." The blush deepened as Fred
realized what she just said. "I’m sorry Cordelia. I,.."
"Hey." Cordy reached out and gathered Fred close, hugging her.
"I’m happy that he’s happy."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Wes is…" Cordy thought for a moment, "He’s family,
sort of the annoying older brother that you love to pick on." She
chuckled, "Get up here. I want details!"
"Cordelia!" Fred squeaked, indignant, but she got up on the sofa
anyway. She curled her legs under her, thinking back to the early morning,
another small blush tinting her cheeks.
Cordelia watched as Fred blushed, the other woman’s eyes going all soft and
dreamy. "Never mind, if just the memory does that to you," Cordy
tapped Fred on the knee, "I don’t want to know."
***
Wesley leaned back in his chair, phone in hand as he paged Gunn. He kept half
an ear on Angel’s ongoing lecture about his responsibility toward Fred.
Setting the phone back in it’s cradle, he finally snapped. "I am well
aware of my responsibilities. I’ve had them drilled into me most of my life.
You are not my father, Angel. I thought you were my friend."
Angel stared at Wesley as if the younger man had suddenly grown a new head. He
stood there, blankly staring for a very long time, the last few minutes words
echoing in his mind. "I’m sorry. I was acting rather parental."
Wes nodded once, rising to his feet. "Nothing’s going to happen. I
won’t allow anything to ruin what I have with her. Not now. Not ever."
Circling the desk, Wesley grabbed up the crossbow sitting on the table by the
office door. "Gunn should be back momentarily. We have a job to do."
Angel nodded, following Wesley into the lobby where the girls were sitting,
giggling and gossiping. Fred looked up first, smiling and bouncing to her feet
to run to Wes. As Angel watched, Fred flung herself at Wes, clearly expecting
him to catch her, which of course he did. Angel’s eyes met Cordy’s across
the room, her expression clearly showing that she found the display of
happiness disgusting, until you saw the envy in her eyes.
Wes caught Fred, holding her close and kissing her very gently. "Miss
me?"
"Always," Fred took a step back, nodding to the crossbow.
"Business?"
Wes nodded, "We’ll be going as soon as Gunn gets back. Fairly detailed
vision this time, easier to handle." Wes wrapped an arm around Fred,
heading over to where Cordelia sat. "Will you two be alright here?"
"Of course," Cordy replied, laughing. "I need to give Fred a
few… makeup tips." She chuckled, "Go take care of the big bad.
We’ll be fine."
*****
Chapter Five: Excuses and Entanglements Fred stood by the counter, the
phone tucked in her shoulder next to her ear while she talked in quick bursts
to her mother. "Happy Mother’s Day… yeah… no things are fine…
yes, he did.. took me to the opera… Momma!… No, nothing like that… Are
you coming here soon?… Hello Daddy…. No, no he’s not…. Daddy!.. No.. I
mean it, no… Alright, I’ll tell him… I love you…" Fred hung up
the phone with a sigh, eliciting a look from Cordelia.
"Everything alright?" Cordy asked, crossing the space from her desk
to the counter to join Fred. "Fred?"
"Hmm," Fred looked up from the counter, "Yes everything’s
fine. Daddy doesn’t like that I’m…" Fred broke off abruptly as Wes,
Gunn and Angel came into the lobby from the basement. "Doesn’t matter,
Cordy. It’s not important."
"What’s not important, love?" Wes asked, dropping a kiss on
Fred’s cheek as he laid his sword on the counter.
"Wesley!" Cordelia shoved the sword away with a grimace, causing it
to fall to the floor. "That’s a mess and I’m not cleaning it
up."
Wes dove to catch it before it could clatter onto the marble, glowering at
Cordy as he rose. "That was not necessary."
Fred took advantage of the distraction created by Cordelia to dash around Wes
and into his office. She wasn’t happy and didn’t know how to tell him.
"I’ve been lying to my parents all this time," Fred thought,
"But if I tell them, Daddy’ll come after Wes with his shotgun."
Fred curled up on Wes’s office sofa, staring into space and trying to figure
out who she should anger first, her parents or Wesley. "He doesn’t know
I haven’t told them. He’ll think I’m ashamed of him or somethin’,"
she thought.
Wes opened the office door, watching Fred as she seemed to be deep in thought.
From what Cordy had said, something in her call to her mother for the holiday
had apparently upset her. "I wish I knew what was wrong, sweet. You’re
withdrawing from me," Wes thought, crossing the room to kneel before her.
"Love?"
"Wesley," Fred jumped slightly at his light touch on her leg,
"I didn’t know you were here. I’m sorry." She started to rise,
but he stopped her.
"Love, what is it?" Wes braced his hands on the sofa on either side
of her, "You’ve been dancing around something for weeks now.
What?"
Fred stared at him for a long moment, then blurted out her problem, "I
haven’t told my parents that I’m living with you." Fred cringed
waiting for Wesley to snap or yell at her.
"Is that all?" He asked softly, "I thought you were angry with
me." He considered her for a long moment, "Do you want me to talk to
them?"
Nodding, Fred wrapped her arms around Wes, "Please?" She nuzzled
against his neck for a moment, loving the smell and feel of him. After a long
moment, she pulled away. "I left their number on the desk. I’ll go help
Cordy with the filing."
"Alright, love." Wes smiled at her, rising to his feet and holding a
hand out to her to help her off the sofa. "I’ll take care of it.
There’s something I need to talk to them about anyway." Pulling her
close to him, he tangled a hand in her hair, kissing her deeply and
passionately before pulling away to smile at her. Before he could say a word,
the door opened.
"Hey boss," Gunn poked his head in and then sighed in frustration.
"I’m gettin’ a sign for this door." Shaking his head, Gunn
continued, "Anyway, your lady’s got a package out here. Thought you’d
like to know."
Fred smiled up at Wes, pulling out of his arms and scampering for the door.
Wes followed, just to see what her reaction to this package was going to be,
though he wasn’t sure he should have gotten it.
Fred smiled at the flowers sitting in their small crystal vase. They were
petite and dainty, little lavender rosebuds and white roses, mixed with bits
of fern. She smiled, plucking the card from the bouquet and leaning back
against Wesley. She knew what the flowers meant, having taken the time to
learn all the meanings so she wouldn’t have to look them up like Cordelia
and Gunn were doing. "Secrecy, Enchantment and bonds of love," Fred
thought, as she opened the card. For a change it was simple, no elaborate
quotes. Just a simple ‘I love you’ in Wes’s neat handwriting. She leaned
back against Wesley, tucking her head into his shoulder and smiled at him.
"Thank you."
Wes dropped a kiss on Fred’s upturned lips, smiling back at her. "I’m
glad you liked them." He wrapped an arm around her waist, leaning against
the counter and absently allowing his thumb to trace circles on her stomach.
He loved to feel her shiver against him as he did that, so he did it as often
as he could. Wes rested his cheek on her hair, allowing his eyes to close and
just basking in her presence. Cordy’s surprised shriek from behind them
caused them both to jump.
"You’re pregnant?!?" Cordy ran around the counter to grab Fred,
trying to tug her away from Wesley. "Why didn’t you say
something?"
"I’m not…" Fred broke off, staring at Cordy in shock at the mere
idea.
"Cordelia, really. Where would you get such an idea." Wes stated,
staring at the young woman.
"Why else would you get her flowers for Mother’s Day. Especially ones
with those meanings." Cordy was bouncing, ignoring the glares the couple
gave her. "We have got to plan. Oh, this is so great."
"Cordelia!" Wes snapped. "As far as I know, she’s not
pregnant." Wes glared at Cordy, "So settle down, I got her the
flowers because I wanted to." Even as he said the words, a suspicion
formed in Wes’s mind, but he buried it for now.
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