Author: Lissa-Bean
Parts: 6/10
Rating: PG-13
Feedback: Yes, please! MyLuv4JeffHardy@aol.com
Distribution: Go ahead, I don't mind, just credit me and tell me where its going.
Disclaimer: Joss & Co. owns all these people.... I just kind of play along
Note: Word Italicized how's what people are thinking. Example: **Thoughts** ***REMINDER*** I am NOT A Riley fan. (Hence why he is dead in this story... I always wanted him to die... I know you do too. come on admit it! hes the guy you love to wish he was dead! did that even make sense? oh well... enough of my ramblings. Don't Forget to review!!! please :::Grins at the thought of Riley being dead::: heh... riley sux)
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No matter how slow Buffy was walking (into the hospital) Spike never left her side. Maybe it was because he felt that if she was in pain for their child, he should be too. He was burning up yet he didn't care and he slowly walked Buffy into the hospital.
Buffy was soon taken away from Spike soon enough and was brought to the delivery room. Spike, meanwhile had to fill out papers. **Occupation... I don't think Buffy has a job, does she?** Spike read the paper silently keeping most of his mind focused on her.
**I don't think slayer will count... she doesn't really get paid.** Spike finally chose student and moved on. "Giles, what's Buffy's social security number? I don't see why she needs one... I don't have a bleeding social secrety number..." Spike looked back at the paper.
"Medications, health, I don't know this bloody stuff..." Spike got up and dropped the clipboard into Giles' lap. "You do it," Spike started pacing back and forth rambling on again about how he is worried.
He didn't even give Giles a chance to talk. "Spike... I assume you know that you don't have a social security number because you're dead right?" Giles said filling out the form, knowing everything it asked for.
"Well fine, be racist against the dead gramps, 'cause that isn't gonna get you anywhere but joining them." Spike looked to the door that was labeled "delivery room" hearing Buffy's screams of pain.
"Is she dying in there or something?" Spike asked not taking his eyes off the door. "Let's see you have a baby Spike, I bet you will scream harder." Xander said being followed by the whole Scooby gang. "So have you gotten a name?" Willow asked. "Uh. Yeah Willow Joyce Summers. We figured to keep you two from getting mixed up we could call her little Will." Spike said shrugging. "She got to pick the middle and last name and she let me pick the first, and I picked Willow."
"That is so sweet... but why did you pick me? I am just the same old Willow," "Well, you're the only one that treated me nice," and Spike shot a look at Xander. "Unlike some people..."
"Look, if you weren't all evil and demon-y I would be glad to be 'Mr.-I-am-Spike's-only-friend," Xander said making a joke. **He just made a joke!!! I was bloody serious!!**
"Mr.... uh.. Bloody?" The nurse said holding a clipboard.
"Yes, that would be the evil one. Right here. Father of baby Will," Xander said pointing to Spike "the one and only," Xander added.
"WE GET THE BLEEDING POINT!!" Spike yelled walking over to the nurse. "Buffy is doing fine, but don't expect her to be out soon. This process takes a couple of hours but if you are done with the papers you may see her now, right this way," the nurse leaded Spike through the "delivery room door".
"I don't see why he gets to go we all know I am better friends with Buffy... and I don't stalk her." Xander said taking a seat on the couch.
"Buffy?" Spike walked in and saw her lying on the bed, practally dripping with sweat and in terrible pain. Or at least she was the doctor said she would hurt again until her next contraction.
Buffy's eyes moved to meet Spikes. "Hey..." She managed to say. "How are you feeling?" He asked.
"How am I feeling? I am about to push something as big as a watermelon through a hole in my uterus the size of my finger, how would you feel? Oh yeah... the whole penis thing, you wouldn't know would you? And on top of all that, I had to carry thins thing around, on my stomach, which weighs about seven pounds, for 9 months," Buffy said looking at Spike.
"Looks like she had a visit from the PMS fairy..." Spike said under his breath. (And its a good thing Buffy didn't hear him.)
"Your friends are here." Spike said grabbing a hold of Buffy's hand. Then (unfortunately for Spike) Buffy had another contraction. She screamed and grabbed a hold of Spike's hand screaming in pain. Spike also screamed in pain. **That woman has a tight bloody grip... I have a feeling that this is gonna be a very VERY long day.**