Author: Lissa-Bean Parts: 7/10
Rating: PG-13
Feedback: Yes, please! MyLuv4JeffHardy@aol.com
Distribution: Go ahead, I don't mind, just credit me and tell me where it's 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 know what most of you are thinking... Buffy would never be NICE to Spike. She might befriend him and all but never actually accept him (at least now, sorry B/S shippers) But keep in mind, he is the father of her baby, she has to for her child's sake. And the whole point of the dream thing was to make her think about who she would save, and in the long run she got to choose who the father of her baby was... fate has a way of working ironically no?
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"Spike and Buffy have been in there quite a while... what are they doing?" Xander hastily paced around the waiting room. "She couldn't be doing something..." He coughs "wrong?"
Willow punched him in the gut. "She's pregnant and in pain, you think she would even think about it?" Willow sat down next to Tara and held her hand. "I can't believe it, a little baby Buffy in our Scooby gang." Tara said with a smile.
Everyone (except Willow) glared at her. "I mean... not that I am happy about all of this or even that it's Spikes kid..." Tara said shyly in a quite tone. "Touchy people..." she muttered under her breath.
After some long hours of screaming from Buffy, Spike rushed out with a bruised hand. "Well, after her watermelon speech, hours of loud screams and I think I am deaf, and this hand, which now happens to me multi-colored, we have little Will, 7 pounds, 8 ounces."
"Wow and you managed to keep that incredible urge to suck the breath out of your baby, congratulations!" Xander said with a fake-ish-ly surprised look.
"Well, they took the baby away for cleaning and they said you all can see Buffy now," Spike used to always call Buffy the slayer or have some other nickname he used to call her. He restrained from doing that, **she has a name...** he kept reminding himself.
Xander, Anya, Giles, and Tara all left Spike in the waiting room. Except Willow. "You coming?" Willow asked in her sweetest I-know-your-still-evil-but-the-hell-with-it voice.
"You think that after her bloody screaming and this..." Spike held up his hand "that I would dare go back in there?" He asked cradling his hand.
"Well, fine, I guess Xander will have to hold your child before you do then," Willow said walking away just barely looking over her shoulder. **He comes in three... two... one...**
"Hey red, wait up!" He got up taking her words seriously. Willow smiled at how well she read his exact actions. They walked to Buffy, who stood half-asleep because of pain and all her strength she used up.
"Did they say when we get to hold her?" Buffy asked weakly. Spike had never seen her so weak. "Not until they clean her off, Sweet Bit" He said very quietly. A whisper.
The nurse walked in with baby Will, all sweet and innocent in a warm pink blanket. The nurse, without a word, walked over to Buffy and laid the baby gently in her arms. "She takes after your more than I thought she would. She's got your eyes." Buffy said smiling up at Spike, who had made his, was to the bed.
Dawn, who had been quiet, all weekend walked on the other sie of Buffy's bed. "Can I help take care of her?"
Buffy smiled at this question having flashbacks. That was the exact same thing that she had asked her mom when Dawn came home from the hospital. "Of course you can Dawny," Buffy looked up at Spike. "You want to hold her?"
"Yeah." Spike whispered. **She looks so innocent, so timid. Pure innocence.** Spike supported the baby's head and felt her shiver in his hands because of his coldness. Buffy noticed but didn't say anything.
Spike looked at Dawn then slowly lowered the baby so she could see her. The baby did have his eye that was for sure. Ice blue. The baby yawned and curled up against Spike's body. He kissed her forehead before returning her to her mom.
About an hour later the baby was returned to a remote part of the hospital where she was being tested for the usual, birth defects, sickness, allergies. The gang was forced to return home, only the father would be allowed to stay.
"Feeling better? Spike asked again hoping for Buffy to drop clues of what he could do to help her fell any better. "Yeah... I just wish my mom was ere to see this," Buffy felt the tears well up in her eyes.
Spike knelt down beside Buffy's bed hugging her. He let her cry on his shoulder for what felt like hours. She finally sniffed and looked up at him. "Thank you..." Spike took his hand and cradled her face, wiping the tears away with his thumb.
"Anytime, luv" he smiled letting his hand down.
"I am sorry to interrupt, Ms. Summers? Your baby is gone and they left this message for you, I am sorry." She handed Spike the little folded piece of paper. He unfolded it and read it aloud.
"I hate it when other people touch my things slayer, you knew I would get you back somehow. Give me the key slayer,
Glory"
Buffy burst into tears. She looked up at Spike and wiped her tears away. "Well, I will... we will find our daughter."
She got up and opened her suitcase and pulled her clothes out. "What are you doing? You just had a kid, you in no condition to fight, and you just had a baby. Let me go." Spike said practically begging her not to go.
"You can't stop me Spike."
"No but will you at least rest... for me?"
"I guess... Then I am going to spill some god blood. I am pissed and you don't want to be near a pissed slayer. At least not a pissed me."