The first few times, Buffy thought that it was some kind of false, trick result, but now after spending an obscene amount of money on pregnancy tests, she was pretty sure they were all telling the truth.
'How?' was the question running through her head. How the hell was she pregnant? How the hell was Spike able to get her pregnant? And most importantly, how the hell was she gonna keep this is a secret so she could get rid of it? This was the last thing she needed. Life was hard enough without having to worry about hiding and solving yet another problem. Things with Spike were meant to be simple. No ties, no complications and absolutely NO chance of pregnancy.
The slayer's inner monologue was suddenly interrupted by a knock on the bathroom door.
"Buffy? You okay? You've been in there for a while."
Of course, Willow being the friend that she was, she'd be watching out for her. Even through her own struggles at the moment.
"Yeah. Everything's cool." Even the slayer, herself, knew that she didn't sound very convincing. She took a seat on the side of the bath and continued to stare at the mini mountain of pregnancy tests until she was sure that the coast was clear outside. A few minutes passed before she stuffed the sticks into a trash bag, ran to her room and stuffed the liner under her bed. She had to make sure they were hidden until she had time to dispose of them.
In the mean time, she needed to get out of the house and preferably book an appointment at the woman's clinic for any day now. Yet another knock scared Buffy out of her skin. Jeez, couldn't anyone give her some peace? She didn't realise that the knock was from her window until she spotted a certain bleached blonde vamp crouching on a tree branch outside. What the FUCK was he doing here? He had no right turning up uninvited like this. What if Dawn saw? She pushed the window up in a rage, almost causing him to lose his balance, and just restrained from punching him in the face.
"Go. Now!" she whispered, forcefully. He rolled his eyes.
"Don't get your knickers in a twist, slayer. Just came to drop this off." He held up a silver charm bracelet. "You left this in your hurry."
She stared at him in disbelief for a couple of seconds before snatching it from him. "Don't just turn up like this. Now go."
He pouted playfully. "What? No goodbye kiss?"
Any other time, she might've considered it to shut him up but given the current situation, she was in no mood to play his little games.
"Goodbye, Spike." With that, she shut the window in his face. He hopped down a level, so Buffy assumed he'd left, but actually stayed and continued to stealthily peak through her window. He was in the mood to piss her off. Might teach her to be such a stroppy bint. She was turned the other way now, her hands linking behind her head. Spike could tell he'd gotten to her. He watched her carefully as she suddenly moved to kick something further under her bed in a hurry. When it didn't move as she wanted, she bent down and shoved it under. She even checked to make sure that it wasn't poking out the other side. Blimey, slayer really did want to keep something under wraps. The vampire guessed that it wasn't something all that big but he wanted to find out what it was all the same. To satisfy his curiosity, of course, but a part of him wanted to help if it was bugging her.
Spike started to hear distant voices at first that began to grow louder. The front door to the house soon opened and he wasted no time in jumping down and launching himself out of sight. He waited for Anya and the whelp to leave before he made his own exit.
Meanwhile upstairs, Buffy continued to sort out her plan of action. Tara and Dawn had class tomorrow, Anya had to go into the Magic Box and Xander had work too. The only person she had to be careful of bumping into was Will. She could just lie about going job hunting and the Wicca would be none the wiser. No one would ever know she'd been to the clinic. Conveniently, tomorrow was garbage day too so getting rid of the bin liner would be discreet and easy. Right now, she needed sleep.
It didn't take long for her to slip into some PJ's and curl up under her soft sheets. There was no other place she felt calmer and more protected. As she became more and more sleepy, she soon felt her hand drifting unconsciously to hold her stomach. The slayer hated herself for it as soon as she realised. She didn't love this baby. She couldn't! Who knew if it was even human? That thought just made Buffy feel even more squirmy. Whatever it was, this whole fucked up mess wasn't it's fault and the slayer knew that. She just couldn't be responsible for it. And neither could she let anyone else be responsible for it. Her mind was made up...
