This story is ending up being more fluffy than my stories usually are.
Chapter 9
Spike was greatly concerned. Buffy hardly left the house, not even to patrol. She slept most of the time. And, she didn't talk much.
The other night, Spike went to settle next to Buffy. She turned away and said, "I want to be alone."
Spike left in silence. He went into his room, to the empty bed. He shis eyes, but didn't sleep.
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Spike came in through the garage. He had just got back from taking Dawn to school. He put the car keys on the table. Buffy sat there, nursing a mug of coffee or tea. She was staring off into space.
He let out a long sigh. Then he settled beside her. "Buffy, luv, what is bothering you?" he said in a soothing voice.
Buffy blinked a couple times. "What do you mean?"
"You've been distant, Buffy. Ever since. . . Was it something I did? I can leave if that's what you want."
Horror appeared on her face. "No. It's not you. It's not your fault."
He touched her arm. "Tell me what it is." There was pleading in his tone.
Buffy looked at the floor. "I'm. . . pregnant."
There was a long silence. Buffy shut her eyes.
Spike grabbed the keys and moved toward the door. "I'm going for a drive. I need to think," he whispered.
Something squeezed her heart. "Yeah," she replied.
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Spike drove around Sunnydale. It was rather vacant at ten in the morning. He clutched the steering wheel hard. He pulled over to the side of the road.
The way Buffy looked before he left, the ways she said it. She didn't want this. He couldn't blame her. She couldn't take care of a baby with the world on her shoulders. And she especially didn't need a child from him. If she was ever to have one, it should be with someone she loved.
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Buffy just sat there, not able to move. She knew what Spike was doing. He was out there contemplating leaving. Because he wasn't a father. Vampire or not, he was Spike.
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Spike came back forty minutes later. He found Buffy in the same spot he had left her. Her head shot up as he entered.
He went over to her. "I've thought about it. And if it won't work out, if you can't handle it, if you don't want it, I understand."
"What?!" Buffy shrieked. Realization came to her eyes. She shook her head. "Oh, God. No, oh God!"
Spike crouched near her chair. "Buffy. . ."
"I can't believe you'd think such a thing!" She brought her hands to his cheeks. "I'm just scared. I'm so scared. I can't do this alone."
Spike held her. "You're not alone, pet. You're not alone."
Buffy broke into tears. She savored Spike's strong arms around her.
"So. . . So you want it?" Spike questioned, uncertain.
"Yes. I want it. Do you?"
Spike brought his forehead to hers. "Oh, Buffy, of course."
She cried harder. He found himself becoming teary-eyed also.
Without warning, Spike swept her up into his arms. He carried her up the stairs. He put her on her bed. Then he lay down next to her.
They made love. It was soft and gentle. Spike caressed her with sweet care, trying not to be the least bit rough. Afterward, they melted into each other.
Spike massaged her stomach. She was contented in the motion. "Spike, I love you." She held her breath.
For a moment he couldn't react. Then it hit him, what she said. He smiled over at her. He kissed her passionately.
"Buffy, I love you so much." They kissed again. "And the baby. I love the baby."
Spike's smile broadened. "We're having a baby!"
Buffy giggled.
Spike was giddy. He wanted to run down the street, shouting how he was going to be a daddy. Instead, he put his lips on Buffy's.
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