About the time that Willow met Oliver, Buffy met Bill. This is their relationship...Pairing:
Buffy/Bill, Joyce/Giles, Willow/OliverRating:
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The first sign that told Bill something was not right was the scowl on Buffy’s face as she walked into their apartment at seven in the evening. The second sign was when she didn’t kiss him hello. The third was her mentioning his mother.
“I ran into Molly whilst out shopping.” Buffy said, looking at him from the corner of her eye as she sat down. She watched as he slowly folded up his newspaper and turned his attention onto her.
She never got over just how good looking he was. His hair was a fiery red, pulled back in a ponytail that almost reached his waist. The ever-present earring, the one that drove Molly crazy, dangled from his ear, just begging her to walk over and tug on it with her teeth. Then there were his clothes. No matter what he wore, he still managed to look sexy. Had they really been going out for almost three years?
“Oh, really?” Bill tried to sound soothing, he knew how his mother could get and didn’t want Buffy to be upset over something she had said.
“Mhmm.” Buffy mumbled. She was biting her lip, a sure sign that she had something on her mind. What had his mother done this time?
“And? Did something happen?”
“She’s after me to marry you and give her grandchildren…again.” Buffy answered, leaning back in her seat.
Bill sighed heavily.
“Buffy, sweetie, I’m sorry. You know how she gets. I honestly don’t understand why she thinks she has any right to tell us how to live our lives.”
Buffy just looked at him, a small crease forming between her eyebrows.
“Do you ever think about it?”
“Think about what?” Bill asked, confused.
“Children. Marriage. Something solid.” Buffy answered, watching him carefully. The look of shock and confusion on his face was answer enough.
“You know what? Just forget I asked.” She said quickly, standing up and going to the bathroom, locking the door behind her and leaving a very confused Bill behind.
They didn’t mention it again that night.
* * *
“Bill, darling, how is work?” Molly Weasley asked a week later, during a family dinner, which included Willow, Oliver, Harry and Hermione, as well as the whole Weasley clan.
“Work is good. Not much to do lately, really.” Bill answered carefully; he had a feeling he knew where this was going. He noticed the way Buffy tensed beside him and knew she was thinking the same thing.
“And you, Buffy? How are you enjoying working with the Council again?”
“It’s great. I love the new regime; Giles is doing a great job.” Buffy answered, telepathically pleading with the woman to not bring up what she knew-
“Willow, how are you handling the pregnancy?” Molly asked, turning to face the redhead and her fiancé. Willow caught Buffy’s eye and mouthed a “sorry” before answering the older woman.
Bill placed a reassuring hand on Buffy’s thigh, squeezing it gently to show that he was there for support. He frowned when Buffy just excused herself and left the table without as much as a backward glance.
“Bill, are you two having a fight?” Molly asked, looking after Buffy’s retreating back. Bill winced as he heard a door slam.No,
he thought as he stood up, but we will be soon, if you don’t stop your damn pestering.
“I simply want what’s best for my children, Bill.” Molly said sharply, as if reading his mind. Bill stopped in his tracks and turned around slowly. Everyone around the table quickly busied themselves with their food, trying to look as if they weren’t just about to witness an explosion.
“And how would you know what’s best for us, mother? I’m almost thirty years old, you have no right to keep nagging at me to get married or have children. I’ll do that if and when I want to. You don’t live with us; you don’t know anything about our private lives.” Bill said, standing a bit taller as Molly’s face turned red, bracing himself for the attack.
* * *
Buffy leaned against the door of the bathroom, releasing a long breath. Looking down at her hands, she frowned when she saw that they were trembling with pent up anger. She really didn’t know what was getting into her lately.
The thing between her and Bill had just sort of happened, it wasn’t planned and they sure as hell hadn’t thought they would last this long. It was just supposed to be some harmless fun. That plan, however, slowly turned into not just fun, but serious talks. After six months of going at it like bunnies, they finally sat down and had a normal conversation and found out that they actually had a lot in common.
Falling in love with Bill wasn’t all that hard after that. He slowly let her into his apartment, his family, his life. Soon she was spending more nights at his place than she was at Grimmauld Place. They had officially been living together for a year. One whole year and he was still pleasantly unaware of the fact that Molly’s words set her off for a reason.
When it was clear to Molly that her son was getting serious, she started enquiring. Questions about Buffy, her life as a Slayer, what her plans for the future were. It had seemed pretty harmless in the beginning; Buffy figured that’s how all loving mothers acted when their oldest son started living with a woman six years younger than him. Then the questions turned into more personal territory. Molly was keen to know just how serious she and Bill were. Would she finally get the grandchildren she had always dreamt of?
How could Buffy answer that question when she herself didn’t have the answers? She and Bill never discussed the future; they just sort of went with the flow. He never gave any outward signs of wanting to really settle down. A wife and children just didn’t fit with the image other people had of him. He was very much a free spirit, the ultimate cool and sexy guy.
Buffy, well, she was beginning to get worried, which was a bit silly, seeing as she was only 21 years old. Normal girls her age would be rejoicing in the fact that they could finally drink legally, enjoying their college years, having flings left, right and center. But, as everyone knew, Buffy wasn’t a normal girl. She was a Slayer and knew that she didn’t have a very long life expectancy. She had never thought that she would get a normal boyfriend, or as normal as a wizard boyfriend could be, but it had happened. And she was so very ready to take the next step. I mean, they were practically married already, just not on paper.
As for children, Buffy thought as she looked down at her perfectly flat stomach, she wanted to have at least two. Whenever she couldn’t fall asleep at night, listening to Bill snoring softly next to her, she would watch him and try to picture the children they could have together. They would be beautiful, she just knew it and it hurt that he never seemed to see that.
She closed her eyes as a single tear rolled down her cheek. Walking over to the sink, she looked into the mirror and stared at her reflection. What had happened to the carefree teenager she had been? When did she start getting bags under her eyes? When had she gotten so old? And what the hell had she been thinking when she got that shade of blonde?
“Do stop frowning, my dear. You’re far too young to be so worried.” The mirror told her. Buffy smiled weakly, splashing some cold water on her face. She heard Molly begin to shriek and quickly exited the bathroom.
“- for seventeen hours and this is the thanks I get?” Molly was saying loudly when Buffy walked up behind Bill, who didn’t notice her.
“Oh please, not the labor talk. You can’t guilt trip me with that little piece of information, mother. And don’t make this about you. You’re not the victim here.”
“How can you say that, when you’re the one attacking me and accusing me of sabotaging your relationship with Buffy?”
“Because you are! That’s all you’ve been doing for the past year. How can you not see that?”
“And how can you not see that I’m only trying to help you?” Molly cried, her eyes flitting to Buffy, before returning to Bill.
“You’re not helping us, because we don’t need your help. You’re just making things worse with your silly meddling!”
“No, Arthur, let him. Is that what you think I’m doing? Meddling in your life because I have nothing better to do? I am a woman, William, and I know what women want.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean? I know what Buffy wants and she sure as hell doesn’t want to get married! And neither do I.” Bill said in a clear voice.
Buffy took in a sharp breath, her eyes widening as Bill turned around. He didn’t want to get married.He doesn’t want to marry me.
“Buffy?” he asked gently, taking a step towards her and frowning when she stepped back, her eyes scared as she focused on his face.
“You don’t want to marry me.” She said in a small voice, her bottom lip beginning to tremble. She could see the confusion in Bill’s eyes, but she couldn’t really care as she bit her lip in an effort to keep herself from crying. She would not cry. Not here, in front of everyone.He doesn’t want to marry me.
“I, erm, I have to go. Molly, thank you for dinner.” Buffy said, quickly walking toward the fireplace.
“Buffy, what’s wrong?” Bill asked, touching her arm and jumping back when she whirled around angrily.
“Don’t touch me!” she shrieked, grabbing some Floo powder and throwing into the fire. She muttered something under her breath and stepped into the green flames.
Bill kept looking at the fire that was slowly turning back to its normal color, as if hoping his gaze alone would make her come back from wherever it was that she went. The seconds passed in silence, everyone waiting to see what he would do. Slowly, he turned around and faced his family.
“What the hell just happened?” he asked, looking at his mother apologetically.
“Bill, mate, sometimes you can be really dense.” Ron said, shaking his head as he focused on his food again, missing the glares from all the women in the room.
* * *
Buffy would very much like to say that she exited the fireplace gracefully; however, the opposite was true. She fell right on her behind, into the living room she hadn’t been in for several months, probably not since last Christmas. Standing up she patted herself down, making sure there was no ash on her clothes and made her way towards the kitchen.
She frowned at the giggles coming from the back of the house, stopping in the doorway, her jaw dropping at the scene in front of her. The radio was playing softly in the background, while her mother and Watcher, who should be in Bath handling the new Council, danced in their dressing gowns.
“Rupert!” Joyce shrieked happily, swatting Giles’s hand away from her bum. “Stop that!”
Buffy couldn’t help but smile at the happy couple in front of her. At least some men were doing things right. Just then Giles dipped her mother low and she noticed her daughter.
“Buffy?” she asked, Giles pulling her up as both of them looked at her with concern. “Honey, what are you doing here?”
Buffy’s eyes slowly filled with tears, before they started trailing down her cheeks. Within seconds she was sobbing, gladly falling into her mother’s arms as she enveloped her in a hug.
“Buffy, honey, what’s wrong? What happened?”
“He doesn’t want me.” Buffy managed to gasp out, before she broke down completely. She didn’t even notice when Giles joined them, murmuring soothingly into her ear.