She woke up to snoring. Loud, obnoxious snoring that she knew wasn’t her husband. That and the small bodies curled against her sides. Simi was to her right, the demon’s legs lying along the headboard while her head rested against Dawn’ side. Claudia was on her left, the slayer curled in a ball alongside her. It took her a few minutes but she managed to scoot her way down the bed without waking the girls and into the bathroom before she peed her pants. Barely. Bladder control was not her strong point at this stage of her pregnancy. With only a couple days until Christmas, she was close to six months pregnant, though she felt more pregnant, what with her huge belly and everything.
She walked, she refused to admit she waddled yet, to the living room of her home to find Alexion, Danger, Fury, and Urian lounged in the living room, watching tv.
“Dawn, do you need something?” Alexion stood up immediately, ready to do whatever she wanted.
“No, I’m just hungry and despite what Ash might have told you, I can make my own food,” Dawn smiled at them and then made her way to the kitchen, with her usual band of followers. “And it doesn’t matter how many times I tell you that, you’re still going to follow me, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” Alexion replied.
“What if I cried, would you stop following me then?” Dawn asked curiously.
“Then I’d have to call Ash,” Alexion frowned. “You aren’t going to cry, are you?”
“Nope, I was just asking,” Dawn opened the fridge, frowning as she searched for something to eat.
“What?” Alexion asked anxiously. “Is something wrong? Are you okay? Do I need to call Ash?”
Dawn ignored him, finally spotting something that looked good to eat, leftover Chicken Alfredo from the Olive Garden. She leaned over to grab the container, her belly grumbling, when Alexion spoke sharply, scaring the crap out of her.
“What are you doing?” Alexion jumped forward, reaching for Dawn’s arm and completely ignoring the container that slid out of her hand and poured onto the floor. “Dawn, you can’t make sudden movements like that.”
Dawn looked down up at him, down at her food covering the ground, back up at him again, and then back down at her food. And promptly burst into tears. She smacked Alexion’s hands from her arm and sank down on the floor beside her spilt food.
“Shit, you are screwed,” Fury smirked. “Ash is going to kill you.”
“Dawn, what’s wrong, are you hurt?” Alexion asked, shooting the wolf a glare.
Dawn ignored him again, moving her knees against her chest….or at least attempting to and failing miserably. Her belly, her huge much more than it should be cuz she wasn’t this big with Kat-not even when she gave birth belly, wouldn’t allow her too. It just made her cry harder.
Alexion pulled out his phone and called his boss.
“Dawn…” Alexion barely got her name out before the unmistakable presence of his boss filled the room.
Dawn looked up when she felt Ash, a frown crossing her face. “You called him?”
“Of course I called him,” Alexion said. “You’re crying.”
“I’m pregnant, you dumbass, it goes with the territory,” Dawn wiped at her face.
“Ayun, what’s wrong?” Ash knelt down beside her, hands automatically skating over her body. “Are you hurt?”
“I’m fine,” Dawn grumbled, starting to stand up.
Ash gently caught her arms to help her rise, bringing her small frame against his chest with a concerned frown. “What’s wrong, baby?”
“I was hungry and they followed me, again, I dropped my food because Mr. Worry-Pants over there freaked out when I bent down to grab it out of the fridge, and now it’s gone and I’m fat,” Dawn said the last bit with a sniffle, her face burying against his chest.
“Urian, can you flash over to Boston for me, they’re having a bit of a situation,” Ash gently swung Dawn up into his arms, not waiting for a response.
Dawn sighed as Ash flashed them to his throne room, cradling her against his chest as he sank down onto his huge chair.
“You are not fat,” Ash cupped her belly. “You are beautiful.”
“You’re just saying that cuz you love me,” Dawn whispered, pulling up the bottom of her shirt to reveal her belly. “It’s huge, Ash, I wasn’t this big with Kat when I gave birth.”
“Sweetheart, you were much taller so your belly seemed smaller,” Ash reminded her gently.
“It’s still bigger,” Dawn argued. “I shouldn’t be this big yet. So I’m fat.”
Ash effortlessly lifted her up, turning her to face him. “You are not fat.” Then he bent his head, nudging her mouth with his.
Dawn eagerly caught his lips, thrusting her tongue into the dark recesses of his mouth. Her fingers moved to his shoulder, digging in as she moved closer. Ash’s hand slid under the bottom of her shirt (his shirt actually) to cup her bottom, bringing her more fully against him. She moaned deep in her throat, her body throbbing with desire.
“No, sweetheart, we can’t,” Ash broke the kiss with a growl.
“Ash, please,” Dawn moaned, trying to pull his mouth back. “We haven’t made love since we found out I’m pregnant.”
“I know, love, I know,” Ash kissed her forehead. “But we can’t. I can’t risk it.”
“I’m pregnant, not dying,” Dawn frowned. “I’m not a piece of glass, I’m not going to break if you touch me.”
Ash didn’t look convinced.
Dawn sighed. “Okay, if I agree to go see your doctor friend and let him poke and prod at me, will you at least attempt to listen to him when he says I’m not breakable. I’m not asking for a promise that you will, just that you’ll try to listen to him.”
“If you’ll agree to go, I’ll agree try to listen to whatever Carson says,” Ash said.
“Okay, then, I’ll go,” Dawn sighed heavily, leaning her head against his shoulder. “But if this ends with me tied to some alter built by crazy people and bleeding from my sides, I am so saying ’I told you so’.”
“So you finally got her to come,” Saviator said, an amused smile on his lips as he leaned against the wall.
“She’s right here, daddy, and she’s freaked out so no making fun of her,” Dawn grumbled.
“Sweetheart, do you really think anyone will lay a finger on you with both of us here?” Savitar asked.
“Yeah, cuz you’re going to let him,” Dawn reminded him with a pout. “And he’s going to poke and prod at me with sharp things and you two are just going to let him.”
“Nobody is going to let anyone poke and prod at you, Auyun,” a not-so-amused voice said as he flashed into the room.
“They are so, papa,” Dawn greeted him with a hug, kissing his cheek. “See, cuz they’re letting an evil man touch me in inappropriate places.”
“First off, nobody will be touching you inappropriately,” Ash grabbed Dawn’s hand and pulled her back against his chest. “And secondly, Carson is not evil. He’s very nice, he’s used to treating Were-Hunters so you will be completely safe with him…”
“So he’s like a vet too?” Dawn interrupted, head tilting back to look at her husband. “He treats the Weres in animal form?”
“Yes,” Ash nodded.
“Well, why didn’t you just say that?” Dawn frowned. “I like vets. They’re not evil. They’re all with the saving and loving on kitties and puppies which is a so a good thing.”
“So you were scared of him when you thought he was just a doctor but now that you know he’s also a vet, you’re not scared of him?” Savitar frowns.
“Yep,” Dawn nodded. “I trust animal people. They’re very rarely evil.”
Ash laughed. “Baby, your logic never fails to amuse me.”
“My logic is very logical,” Dawn defends. “Much more logical than your ’don’t-let-the-fat-girl-do-anything-that-might-help-her-not-be-so-fat-in-case-she-breaks-a-nail’ logic.”
“You are not fat,” three voices say simultaneously
“Am I interrupting something?” A slightly amused but serious voice asked from the now opened door.
“Just the three crazily over-protective men in my life,” Dawn pushed away from Ash, a smile on her face. “Hi, I’m Dawn Parthenopaeus. You must be the hopefully not-evil-cuz-you’re-also-a-vet guy that’s going to poke and prod at me.”
“Yeah, but I prefer to go by Carson,” Carson Whitethunder said after a moment. “It’s nice to meet you, I think.”
“That’s probably good thinking, Carson,” Dawn said. “Cuz honestly, I can’t step a foot without someone behind me so if something goes wrong, you’re probably going to die a painful, bloody death. But no pressure.”
Carson paled considerably, but swallowed and gestured for her to walk into his office. “Thanks to your husband’s considerable donation, we now have a 3D ultrasound machine.”
“Seriously?” Dawn glanced back at her husband with a grin. “Those things are so neat. You can actually see the baby and tell that it is a baby.”
“I know,” Ash said. “Which is why I bought Carson one.”
“So I’m guessing you finally gave in and want to know what the sex is too?” Dawn asked, referring to the one thing they disagreed on. Dawn wanted to know, Ash wasn’t sure if he did.
“Yes,” he joined her side, helping her sit on the exam table.
“Okay, Dawn, can I call you Dawn?” Carson asked.
“Yep,” Dawn nodded. “Let’s get this over with.”
“I talked to Ash earlier and he made it clear that you are basically immortal and could not die by mortal means,” Carson said. “So a blood test will not be needed but I will need to do a vaginal exam to ensure that everything is fine before we do the ultrasound.”
“I told you he was going to poke at inappropriate places,” Dawn said. “Daddy, papa, you so have to leave for this part.”
They argued for a bit but eventually left the room, with a strict orders to call them back as soon as the exam was over.
Dawn took the flimsy paper-gown from the doctor-vet with a frown.
“I will not look at anything that isn’t necessary,” Carson assured her. “The medical files that I requested on you were very slim. You haven’t been to the doctor in quite a while, have you?”
“Since I was thirteen,” Dawn said. “My mom took me to get a yearly checkup and then died before she could take me again. Buffy, my older sister, hates doctors too so she didn’t make me go.”
Carson sighed. “Doctors are not evil.”
“When you have supernatural healing and there’s a good chance someone is going to lock you in a cage to study you, then yeah, they are,” Dawn said. “We’ve seen it happen to many times to risk it. Ash said you’re trustworthy and if he’s actually willing to let you examine me, then I’ll allow it cuz I trust him more than any being in the world but it doesn’t mean I like doctors now.”
“Fair enough,” Carson nodded. “And I’ll try to make this a quick as possible. You can change behind…”
Dawn shook her head, glancing down at the paper gown, which was much bigger than went it was in her hand, that now covered her body without her so much as moving off the exam table. “Yeah, you get used to that after a while.”
Carson didn’t look so convinced. “If you can please put your feet in the stirrups, we can get this exam over as quickly as possible.”
Dawn reluctantly obeyed, laying back against the not too-uncomfortable exam table. She closed her eyes, throwing her arm over them to block out the fluorescent lights in the room. She could feel Ash beside her, her husband a mass of worry and grumpiness at the fact that another man is going to see and touch a place only he was supposed to.
“This won’t take too long,” Carson rolled a stool over to her. “You’ll feel me touching you, a slight pressure, and then it will be over with.”
His fingers were cold and uncomfortable, but she forced herself not to flinch. She could feel him doing things down there, she wasn’t even sure she wanted to know what, and then she felt the pressure. And she couldn’t help but gasp.
“What’s wrong?” Ash asked immediately. “What the hell did you do to her, Carson?”
“Nothing, I’m fine,” Dawn moves her arm to smile reassuringly at her husband. “I just think my definition of ’slight pressure’ is really different from Carson’s. Really different.”
“Since I’m not a female, I honestly have now idea how it really feels,” Carson pushed away from the table. “We’re just told to say ’slight pressure’.”
“Well, trust me, it’s not a slight pressure,” Dawn said. “Are we done?”
“We’re done,” Carson looked at Ash. “You can dress her now. And call in her fathers?”
“Yep,” Dawn nodded, sitting up as Ash dressed her. “Daddy, papa, come back in.”
Instantly, the two flood the room, both looking like the overprotective beings that they are.
“Daddy, do you know Carson?” Dawn asked.
“I know of him,” Savitar replied. “But I don’t think he knows who I am.”
“No, I don’t,” Carson frowned. “Should I?”
“He’s Savitar,” Ash said. “And that’s Zeus. Can we finish examining my wife now?”
Carson nodded dumbly, eyes focused more on the new additions to the room.
“Now, look, you scared him,” Dawn said. “Carson, they won’t hurt you…as long as you don’t hurt me and you haven’t. So stopped being all freaked out and squirt the cold jelly on my fat belly so I can see my baby.”
“You are not fat,” Ash said firmly.
“Doc, tell him that I’m fat,” Dawn ordered. “Cuz even at six months, I shouldn’t be this big.”
“You are slightly bigger than you should be at six months, if that’s how pregnant you are,” Carson agreed. “Do you know when you got pregnant?”
“Bout a month and a half ago,” Dawn said. “Close to that.”
Carson just looked confused. “I don’t understand.”
“Her gestational period is less than a third of a humans,” Zeus said. “All goddesses are.”
“Way to go, scare the poor man, papa,” Dawn said.
“It’s what I do,” Zeus smirked.
“Ignore him, he’s not as scary as he thinks,” Dawn said. “Or maybe he is but still ignore him.”
Carson gestured for her to lay back and within a few moments, had cool jelly on her belly and the ultrasound machine pulled towards him. “Hmm.”
“Hmm, what?” Dawn demanded, heart in her throat. “You can’t ’hmm’ me and then not explain, it makes me jump to the worst possible thing and start freaking out….”
“Twins,” Ash whispered.
“Twin what?” Dawn’s mouth dropped open. “Twins, we’re having twins?”
“Yes,” Carson said, casting a look at Ash. “Which would explain why you are larger than you should be. In reality, you’re a little small for how far along you are in your pregnancy. I would feel more comfortable if you gained a little more weight.”
“I’m already waddling as it is, if I get any bigger, then I’m not going to be able to walk,” Dawn protested.
“Dawn, I can assure you that you will be able to walk,” Carson smiled.
“Okay, I so don’t agree but you’re the doctor so I guess I’ll trust you. But twins, how come I didn’t know I was having twins?” Dawn frowned. “Shouldn’t I have felt them both?”
“It’s not uncommon to carry multiples and be unaware of it, for a while,” Carson said. “Would you like to know the sex?”
“Uh-huh,” Dawn nodded. “Wait, sex? Not sexes? They’re identical?”
“Yes,” Carson circled something on the screen. “You are having twin boys.”
Dawn’s heart melted. She could see them, see her babies on the screen. Lying side by side, one with a foot in the mouth and the other sucking on his thumb.
“And judging by the size of their father, I’m guessing they’ll both be big boys,” Carson said.
“They’re beautiful,” Dawn glanced up at Ash, not surprised to see both an excited and scared look on his face. “Ash?”
“They’re perfect,” Ash whispered. “Completely perfect.”
“I’ll print off some pictures and give you a dvd,” Carson said. “Do you have any questions?”
“Can we have sex?” Dawn asked.
“Auyun!” Zeus and Savitar shouted together.
Ash shook his head, an amused smile on his face.
“What, it’s a legitimate question,” Dawn said. “I’ve read that we could but Ash is too freaked out that he’s going to hurt me to give in.”
“I don’t want to hear this,” Savitar growled.
“Then plug your ears, daddy,” Dawn said. “Carson?”
“Given Ash’s size and weight, I would advise against the missionary position,” Carson said. “But it all comes down to what is comfortable for you. You can have safe sex up until you give birth as long as it’s comfortable for you. Some women crave it….”
“That’s enough,” Zeus cut him off with a growl. “That’s my baby you’re talking about.”
“Sorry,” Carson apologized, taking a step back.
“So I’m not going to just break, you know, if I bend down to get a leftover container of Alfredo out of the fridge?” Dawn asked
“No, you won’t,” Carson laughed. “Why would you think that?”
“Cuz nobody lets me so much as take a step without jumping up to help,” Dawn said. “So would you please tell them that I am not going to break like a piece of glass?”
“I vote Pete and Repeat,” Fury said, leaning back in his chair with a grin.
“Funny, Fury,” Dawn glared at him. “And not at all helpful.”
“You are so never naming our children,” Vi said. “If we have them, that is.”
“Since we’ll probably just have a litter, we can just number them,” Fury said, a smile on his face.
“Litter, I am not having a litter,” Vi looked at Ash. “Am I?”
“You’ll birth humans, not wolves,” Ash assured her.
“That’s good,” Vi said. “Cuz I don’t think I can handle more than one at a time. How are you going to do it?”
Dawn shrugged. “We just will.”
“We should probably go tell the girls,” Ash said.
“Yeah,” Dawn agreed. “Do you think they’ll be excited or upset?”
“Two babies?” Claudia touched Dawn’s belly. “Two of em inside there?”
“Yes,” Dawn smiled at the confused look on the slayer’s face, “there are two babies in my belly.”
Simi pressed her face against Dawn’s belly. “Akri, the babies don’t talk to the Simi.”
“Sims, remember babies are very small and fragile,” Ash reminded her. “They can’t talk until they’re a little older.”
“The Simi only wanted one baby but two are good too,” Simi kissed Dawn’s belly. “The Simi wants a big family, akra.”
“And we’ll have one, baby girl,” Dawn kissed her forehead and then her horns. “Now, you two don’t mind being big sisters?”
“The Simi already is a big sister,” Simi frowned. “Isn’t she?”
“Yes,” Dawn nodded. “But now you’re going to be a big sister again, both of you.”
“Can we help?” Claudia cuddled against Ash’s side, a hopeful look on her face. “I never touched a baby before.”
“Of course you can, sweetheart,” Ash said. “You have to be very careful but you can hold the babies.”
“The Simi wants to name one of the babies,” Simi looked up at Dawn. “Please, akra, can’t the Simi name one of the babies?”
Dawn looked at Ash, unsure how to answer.
“How about this, Dawn and I will write down some names that we like and then you and Claudia can help us pick which ones you like,” Ash said.
“Okay,” Simi nodded. “The Simi like the name Travis.”
“Okay, warnings,” Dawn said. “The hotel is attacked on a regular basis and will be attacked sometime today.”
“It’s this thing,” Phoebe explained. “Whenever we’re together as a group, something attacks us. Every single time.”
“So, rules for attacks,” Dawn went on. “If Angel attacks, attack. Buffy sometimes goes with the whole ‘hit now and ask questions later’ thing and Spike just likes to hit things as does Faith. Angel is usually good about only attacking the evil things. So trust his judgment. Lorne is…well, he’s bright green and usually wears bright colored suits so don’t freak out when you see him. Or if he breaks out in song. Because he’ll do that.”
“And no trying to kill Connor,” Vi added, looking pointedly at Fang. “He will be there and there will be hugging. We’re a hugging group.”
“She’s right, sweetie,” Dawn said, one hand on her belly, her head resting on his shoulder. “There will be hugging. There always is.”