Summary: So, what if Buffy doesn't want a baby. And what if that reason is different than we think. Sorry folks, read one too many Buffy and Baby stories today.



Disclaimer: All belong to Joss Whedon, Me, the studio and probably other corporate entities as well. I get nothing.



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"Shhhh. Listen. Now come on Willow. You can't tell me you didn't hear it that time."



"Buffy," said Willow looking very concerned, "I didn't hear a thing."



"I am telling you, I hear it all the time now."



"Well," said Willow in exasperation. "I really don't think you are channeling your mother."



Buffy looked at her friend with at frown on her face. "I never said it was my mother. Please, Willow, I need you to listen to me. I keep hearing all these voices."



"Are they in your head? 'Cause, I mean, if they are we can get you some, you know, help. Or something." Willow started to reach for the phone to call Xander.



"No. They are not in my head. It's like whispers."



"And they all say the same thing?"



"Yeah, all the time. They keep telling me that I am going to have a baby with Spike."



"Well, that's just dumb."



"I know. You know you could rub a little lower." groaned Buffy, rolling over so that Willow was now rubbing her stomach.



"Hey, like so not fair." gripped Willow, wiping the excess oil off her hands. "We always start this way and end up making love before I get my back rub."



Buffy giggled and pulled Willow down on top of her for a long, soul searing kiss. "Yeah." she sighed when the kiss broke off. "Why would a lesbian get married to a demon to have a child? Anyway, these voices keep telling me it is written in some weird book called "fanfiction.net" or something."



"Well," said Willow, snuggling down next to Buffy. "We'll do some research tomorrow and try to find out about this book. I mean, just 'cause it's written, don't make it so. Or something like that."



"Here" said Buffy. "Just let me get the light."



"Goodnight."