Characters: Joss Story: Mine Buffy gets some unexpected news. Giles gets frustrated with the Council.
Giles groaned as he sat up. His body ached all over from his fight with Buffy, still he couldn't suppress the smile that crossed his face when he thought about what she said. She wondered what they'd be like together. He was wondering what his best course of action was. Part of him wanted to storm into her room, gather her into his arms and kiss her senseless. The other part wanted to take things slow, court her, take her on the dates she never had with any of her other boyfriends.
Across the hall Buffy woke up and immediately had to reach for her wastebasket to vomit in. She groaned, wondering why she was sick if none of the others in the house were sick. Really she felt fine except for the puking. Oh no. She got up and looked at the calendar. When was her last period? Over a month ago, almost two months ago. She looked at herself in the mirror. "Of course, I'm Buffy Summers, there's nothing I can't screw up."
Giles knocked on the door to Buffy's room. He was holding cup of coffee, just the way he knew she liked it. "Buffy, can I come in? I brought you some coffee."
The next door down opened and one of the other slayers poked her head out. "Mr. Giles, she left earlier, said she had something in town to pick up."
"Oh, okay. Thanks." He frowned and wondered what she had to do in town. He was about to write her a note when the phone rang. He listened tersely to the voice on the other end. He was wanted in London right away. Whatever he wanted to say to Buffy would have to wait.
Buffy stood in the aisle of the market her eyes flitting between her choices. Digital, early answer, positive, two lines, how was she supposed to make a decision? Deciding that she should have more than one to confirm her results she took one of each and went to the check out line. The man behind the counter looked at her like she was crazy but she just cocked an intimidating eyebrow at him and added a few candy bars to the basket.
Once back at the house she was relieved to learn that Giles was in London. Grabbing a bottle of water she locked herself in her room, thankful that she had a private bathroom. She arrayed the tests out on the floor like playing cards. She would take a few of them now and the rest of them later.
A few hours later and she had four tests done, a plus sign, two blue lines, a digital yes and a pink square. Sure four positives seemed to confirm her pregnancy but there were still four more to go. Another bottle of water later and she had four more positive tests. There was no denying it now, she was pregnant, pregnant with Giles' child.
Giles came back late that night exhausted and frustrated with the council. Too many members wanted to cling to the old ways. He stared out of his car window up at the council house. It was two in the morning all of the lights were off except the hallway light, and Buffy's. He wondered what could be keeping her up so late. He was tired but he wanted to talk to her and now, while the rest of the house was asleep, seemed like the best time.
Buffy sat on her desk chair, her head resting on her knees. She didn't know how long she'd been sitting there, but the sun had been gone for a long time. What was she going to do? How could she tell Giles that their drunken night had gotten her knocked up? Would he even want her to keep it? Could she keep it? All of these thoughts were spinning around her head, making her nauseous, or maybe that was the baby.
The baby. She smiled, she wanted to keep it. Who knew if she'd ever get to be pregnant again. Sure the thought of having her own little Giles was a plus, but telling him, she didn't know if she could do that. It would be so much easier if she knew what he'd say before she told him.
Giles stood outside her door, his hand raised as he thought about what he wanted to say. Shaking his head he turned back to his own door. He would talk to her tomorrow, after he'd gotten a good night's sleep. Maybe talking to her over a fresh pot of earl grey would make things easier.
