Tomorrow
Summary: Spike got Anya pregnant during their encounter in "Entropy". Warnings: Nothing really, unless the whole Spike/ Anya - baby thing freaks you out. Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Buffy characters and all that jazz. They are not in any way, shape, or form mine.
Prologue
Ugh, Anya thought miserably to herself. She felt bad, and not just due to her lingering feelings for her ex fiancé. Sure, she still loved Xander to death, possibly even more so. But, there was nothing she could do about that. Their wedding, or what was going to be their wedding, was over. He had stood her up at the altar, breaking her heart, which lead to her going back to her vengeance ways.
Then there was Spike. Spike, the guy who she felt most understood her, possibly at times even more than Xander. The two of them, reformed demons in a form. Her due to Giles smashing her pendant years ago, and Spike due to the chip in is head.
He was miserable, since Buffy had broken up with him only days before. That much was obvious from the moment he had walked through the doors to her store, begging for a spell of some kind to make his feelings for her stop. But, of course, Anya had other ideas, and the two of them wound up having sex.
Ugh, Anya thought once again. That had been her mistake. There are consequences to having sex, much as there are to almost anything. Consequences that tend to happen if not careful.
Consequences such as pregnancy.
It had never been her intention to get pregnant. Sure, she wanted to have children Badly. She had talked about it on a few occasions with Xander, but that was who she wanted the father to be. Xander. Not Spike. Not that there was anything wrong with Spike, since there was not. She had always considered Spike to be one of her closest friends. But not father- of-my-firstborn-child type friend.
She still hadn't told anyone about it. She could not bring herself to do that. What would she say to them? What would they say to her? Certainly Xander would be angry. Although it was partly his fault, he would not realize that. He would just get mad and things would be bad.
Telling Buffy or Willow was definitely out of the picture. As very close friends of Xander, they were bound to tell him. Maybe not at first, but he would find out sooner or later. And that could not happen.
Anya groaned, flopping backwards onto the couch in her apartment, suddenly finding it to be very comforting. She had never thought it could, it was very old and not made of anything soft. But at times like this, it was comforting and she would have it no other way.
Sighs escaped from her mouth as she pulled one of the pillows up to her chest, hugging it as if doing such would melt all her troubles away. She sat there, gazing off into the emptiness of her apartment, about ready to fall asleep, her eyes closing when all of a sudden she heard.
"Anya!"
The voice was unmistakably Halfrek's, her best demon buddy and closest friend. The only person she felt she could talk to right now.
"Hallie," Anya greeted, sitting herself up straight while patting the couch as a way of motioning for Halfrek to sit down. Worried looks overcoming her face, Anya turned to Halfrek, as the other vengeance demon sat down. "What is it?" she asked anxiously. "Is the world ending again?" she asked a second later. She had heard about Tara's unfortunate death, and about Willow going all evil. But it was to her knowledge that Xander had stopped her, and the world was not going to end anytime soon.
"Not exactly," Halfrek began earnestly, pausing a little for effect. She sighed, immediately turning to face Anya, her right hand going to Anya's shoulder. "It's just, D'Hoffryn."
"What about D'Hoffryn?" Anya asked, her eyes widening a little, in fear for her boss's safety as well as her own. She knew how dangerous D'Hoffryn could be when he's in his mood swings. It had been the cause of the death of one fine vengeance demon, but that was beside the point.
"Like myself, he's worried about you," Halfrek began once again. Her tone of voice was still sweetening, as if she was trying to assure her friend that things would work out.
"Worried?" Anya inquired curiously. There was a hint of fear behind her voice as she spoke. Fear that her life, as well as the life of her unborn child, would end very soon in a fiery ball of vengeance. "Why?"
"There's talk all throughout the community. They're calling you Miss Soft Serve, and frankly, sweetie, we can't blame them." Her voice eased into a comforting tone as she began rubbing Anya's back.
"What? Why?" Anya demanded, shoving Halfrek's hand off of her and looking her friend straight in the eye, her brown eyes focused on Hallie's blue ones.
Halfrek sighed, knowing that this moment would have come up eventually between the two of them. "Honey," she pointed out. "The dry cleaning lady downtown wished her ex would be skinned alive; you made him German. The accountant wished that her husband was spineless and you just totally ignored it. What is going on?"
Anya sighed, drawing in a deep breath before looking up at Hallie. She could sit there and argue her rebuttals back all day, but truth be told, Halfrek was right. The pressure to tell someone about her changes was building up inside her, and she felt there was nothing to do but tell Halfrek. "I can explain," she began softly, almost as if she was embarrassed to be speaking the words. "But first I need you to promise me that you won't tell anyone the words I'm about to tell you."
"Promise," Halfrek agreed instantly, a little too quickly for Anya's liking, but she ignored it. The truth had to be told, for she felt she would burst if it wasn't.
"Um, remember when I was going to get Spike to make a wish on Xander?" Anya began hesitantly while still keeping her voice level at a whisper. Halfrek nodded, recalling the event. "Well, I kinda didn't get him to wish something."
"Sweetie, you had sex. That's part of common knowledge now."
"There's more to it than that," Anya continued. "He kinda.well.I'm kinda." The words were there, on the tip of her tongue, waiting to slip out across her lip gloss covered lips, but they wouldn't. It was almost as if it were impossible. Anya made several more attempts to say the words before Halfrek appeared to catch on to where the discussion was going.
"Sexually transmitted diseases can't kill a vengeance demon," Halfrek stated plainly, as a way to comfort Anya.
"The other kind of consequence," Anya whispered back.
There was a moment of silence, as the truth behind Anya's words sunk in to Halfrek. She knew the severity of the situation, as did Anya. Surely D'Hoffryn would understand, she thought to herself, although she could not be certain. Having no words to say that could comfort Anya, she leaned forward, wrapping her arms around her friend in a comforting manner, hoping to help.
After what seemed like hours, but probably was only a minute or so, Halfrek pulled away, wiping the stray tear away from Anya's eye. "I'm here to help anyway I can," she said soothingly, her hand once again going to Anya's shoulder. "But there's really nothing to worry about. It's only been like, what, three months?"
Anya shook her head sheepishly. "I'm a demon. That speeds things up a bit."
Halfrek nodded, taking the words into consideration. "True, but still. It can't be that bad."
Anya sighed, nodding her head a small bit before bolting up straight, a look of panic coming over her youthful face. She could feel her heartbeat racing as she turned to Halfrek, a helpless look plastered on her face that instantly turned to panic.
"Sweetie," Halfrek began worriedly, standing up as she placed a gentle hand on Anya's shoulder. "What's wrong?"
Anya sighed, looking up at Halfrek, still not being able to comprehend what had just happened. "My water just broke."
Summary: Spike got Anya pregnant during their encounter in "Entropy". Warnings: Nothing really, unless the whole Spike/ Anya - baby thing freaks you out. Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Buffy characters and all that jazz. They are not in any way, shape, or form mine.
Prologue
Ugh, Anya thought miserably to herself. She felt bad, and not just due to her lingering feelings for her ex fiancé. Sure, she still loved Xander to death, possibly even more so. But, there was nothing she could do about that. Their wedding, or what was going to be their wedding, was over. He had stood her up at the altar, breaking her heart, which lead to her going back to her vengeance ways.
Then there was Spike. Spike, the guy who she felt most understood her, possibly at times even more than Xander. The two of them, reformed demons in a form. Her due to Giles smashing her pendant years ago, and Spike due to the chip in is head.
He was miserable, since Buffy had broken up with him only days before. That much was obvious from the moment he had walked through the doors to her store, begging for a spell of some kind to make his feelings for her stop. But, of course, Anya had other ideas, and the two of them wound up having sex.
Ugh, Anya thought once again. That had been her mistake. There are consequences to having sex, much as there are to almost anything. Consequences that tend to happen if not careful.
Consequences such as pregnancy.
It had never been her intention to get pregnant. Sure, she wanted to have children Badly. She had talked about it on a few occasions with Xander, but that was who she wanted the father to be. Xander. Not Spike. Not that there was anything wrong with Spike, since there was not. She had always considered Spike to be one of her closest friends. But not father- of-my-firstborn-child type friend.
She still hadn't told anyone about it. She could not bring herself to do that. What would she say to them? What would they say to her? Certainly Xander would be angry. Although it was partly his fault, he would not realize that. He would just get mad and things would be bad.
Telling Buffy or Willow was definitely out of the picture. As very close friends of Xander, they were bound to tell him. Maybe not at first, but he would find out sooner or later. And that could not happen.
Anya groaned, flopping backwards onto the couch in her apartment, suddenly finding it to be very comforting. She had never thought it could, it was very old and not made of anything soft. But at times like this, it was comforting and she would have it no other way.
Sighs escaped from her mouth as she pulled one of the pillows up to her chest, hugging it as if doing such would melt all her troubles away. She sat there, gazing off into the emptiness of her apartment, about ready to fall asleep, her eyes closing when all of a sudden she heard.
"Anya!"
The voice was unmistakably Halfrek's, her best demon buddy and closest friend. The only person she felt she could talk to right now.
"Hallie," Anya greeted, sitting herself up straight while patting the couch as a way of motioning for Halfrek to sit down. Worried looks overcoming her face, Anya turned to Halfrek, as the other vengeance demon sat down. "What is it?" she asked anxiously. "Is the world ending again?" she asked a second later. She had heard about Tara's unfortunate death, and about Willow going all evil. But it was to her knowledge that Xander had stopped her, and the world was not going to end anytime soon.
"Not exactly," Halfrek began earnestly, pausing a little for effect. She sighed, immediately turning to face Anya, her right hand going to Anya's shoulder. "It's just, D'Hoffryn."
"What about D'Hoffryn?" Anya asked, her eyes widening a little, in fear for her boss's safety as well as her own. She knew how dangerous D'Hoffryn could be when he's in his mood swings. It had been the cause of the death of one fine vengeance demon, but that was beside the point.
"Like myself, he's worried about you," Halfrek began once again. Her tone of voice was still sweetening, as if she was trying to assure her friend that things would work out.
"Worried?" Anya inquired curiously. There was a hint of fear behind her voice as she spoke. Fear that her life, as well as the life of her unborn child, would end very soon in a fiery ball of vengeance. "Why?"
"There's talk all throughout the community. They're calling you Miss Soft Serve, and frankly, sweetie, we can't blame them." Her voice eased into a comforting tone as she began rubbing Anya's back.
"What? Why?" Anya demanded, shoving Halfrek's hand off of her and looking her friend straight in the eye, her brown eyes focused on Hallie's blue ones.
Halfrek sighed, knowing that this moment would have come up eventually between the two of them. "Honey," she pointed out. "The dry cleaning lady downtown wished her ex would be skinned alive; you made him German. The accountant wished that her husband was spineless and you just totally ignored it. What is going on?"
Anya sighed, drawing in a deep breath before looking up at Hallie. She could sit there and argue her rebuttals back all day, but truth be told, Halfrek was right. The pressure to tell someone about her changes was building up inside her, and she felt there was nothing to do but tell Halfrek. "I can explain," she began softly, almost as if she was embarrassed to be speaking the words. "But first I need you to promise me that you won't tell anyone the words I'm about to tell you."
"Promise," Halfrek agreed instantly, a little too quickly for Anya's liking, but she ignored it. The truth had to be told, for she felt she would burst if it wasn't.
"Um, remember when I was going to get Spike to make a wish on Xander?" Anya began hesitantly while still keeping her voice level at a whisper. Halfrek nodded, recalling the event. "Well, I kinda didn't get him to wish something."
"Sweetie, you had sex. That's part of common knowledge now."
"There's more to it than that," Anya continued. "He kinda.well.I'm kinda." The words were there, on the tip of her tongue, waiting to slip out across her lip gloss covered lips, but they wouldn't. It was almost as if it were impossible. Anya made several more attempts to say the words before Halfrek appeared to catch on to where the discussion was going.
"Sexually transmitted diseases can't kill a vengeance demon," Halfrek stated plainly, as a way to comfort Anya.
"The other kind of consequence," Anya whispered back.
There was a moment of silence, as the truth behind Anya's words sunk in to Halfrek. She knew the severity of the situation, as did Anya. Surely D'Hoffryn would understand, she thought to herself, although she could not be certain. Having no words to say that could comfort Anya, she leaned forward, wrapping her arms around her friend in a comforting manner, hoping to help.
After what seemed like hours, but probably was only a minute or so, Halfrek pulled away, wiping the stray tear away from Anya's eye. "I'm here to help anyway I can," she said soothingly, her hand once again going to Anya's shoulder. "But there's really nothing to worry about. It's only been like, what, three months?"
Anya shook her head sheepishly. "I'm a demon. That speeds things up a bit."
Halfrek nodded, taking the words into consideration. "True, but still. It can't be that bad."
Anya sighed, nodding her head a small bit before bolting up straight, a look of panic coming over her youthful face. She could feel her heartbeat racing as she turned to Halfrek, a helpless look plastered on her face that instantly turned to panic.
"Sweetie," Halfrek began worriedly, standing up as she placed a gentle hand on Anya's shoulder. "What's wrong?"
Anya sighed, looking up at Halfrek, still not being able to comprehend what had just happened. "My water just broke."