Brick
Summary: She doesn't tell him that it's positive.
Disclaimer: I don't own, they don't sue.
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She doesn't tell him that it's positive. She can't, she knows he would want her to keep it. Because he is idealistic. Even though he is a few years older than her, he is so very young.
Her body would protect this baby, she feels it. But she can't possibly abandon her duties, not for that long. And what would happen once it was born?
She walks to the clinic alone, thinking of excuses the entire way.
To protect Sunnydale, and everyone she holds dear, she has to make sacrifices. This will just be another sacrifice.
Once before, she's died. Eventually, probably soon, she knows it will happen again.
She tries not to think of the what if's. Doesn't wonder if it's a boy or a girl, doesn't dwell on blond hair and blue eyes or ten little fingers and ten little toes. Avoids the wedding she'll never have.
As she signs her name on the sheet and takes a seat in a hard plastic chair, she tells herself that this is the right thing.
Still, it hurts.
It hurts even worse when he leaves three months later.
Absolutely kills her when he returns. With his perfect, happy wife who will one day have his perfect, happy children.
The children she should have.