Hey, thanks again to everyone for the reviews! The next chapter may be a
while, because my relatives are visiting for a week. But here is this for
now!
Willow carried the mugs over to the table and sat one in front of herself and one in front of Buffy. Willow had been blown over by Buffy's news. She had known Buffy and Spike were having sex, but how could this happen? Spike was a vampire. She looked over at Buffy. She was staring into space, taking a sip of tea every now and then. Willow decided it was not her place to be judgmental. She needed to be there for Buffy.
"Buffy?" Buffy looked over at Willow with a dull, tired look in her eyes. "Have you told Spike?" Buffy immediately broke eye contact with Willow at the mention of Spike's name. "Buffy, you have to tell him. He deserves to know."
"Willow, what if he leaves? What would I do? What would happen?" Tears welled up in Buffy's eyes at the thought of Spike leaving.
"But what if he stays? If he's the right one Buffy, he won't go. If he loves you, he won't care. You have to take that chance. Do you really think he won't find out?" Willow tried to meet her eyes, to make her believe the words. A tear fell down Buffy's cheek.
"Willow, how can I tell him? You have to help me." She raised her head, finally understanding that what Willow was saying was true.
"Just be straight forward. Remember that he loves you and cares about you." Buffy stood up and smoothed her shirt down.
"I have to go. I have to see him now." She grabbed her jacket, and then turned to leave. Before she did, she gave Willow a hug. "Thanks Will." She stepped out of the house and walked toward Spike's crypt. She hurried, wanting to get there as soon as possible. The thought of getting this off of her chest was suddenly very appealing. 'Just don't let him leave. Please God, let him stay.' Buffy arrived at the crypt and was about to open the door, when she hesitated. She raised her hand and knocked sharply three times.
Inside, Spike was puzzled. He could sense the Slayer. She was at his door. But why was she knocking? And what was she doing out-and-about anyway. She had told him she had the flu. He hadn't quite believed her, but something in her face told him to play along. He reached to the door and pulled it open.
"Buffy shouldn't you be-" He started a lecture on the dangers of walking around outside while sick, but was cut off.
"Spike, I have to tell you something." Her hands were in her pockets and she looked up at him. He studied her face, then moved out of the doorway to let her in. She sat on the couch and he sat down beside her.
"Spike, do you love me?" She turned to him with a hopeful look in her eye.
"Of course luv…what's going on?" He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear.
"Spike I don't have the flu. I'm…do you remember the last time we…" She broke off and wiped her sweaty palms on her pants. The chant 'Don't leave me, don't leave me' was going through her head. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She cleared her mind, and then opened them back up. "Spike, I'm pregnant."
A look of shock and pain flashed across his face. "Why are you telling me this Buffy? Am I supposed to be happy for you and your other honey?"
"No Spike! I mean, it's yours. It has to be. There…there is no one else." She grabbed his hand to reassure him. His features relaxed and now he just looked confused.
"But Buffy, I can't…I'm a vampire."
"I can't explain it. But it's true. Tara did a spell." She told him.
"Don't you think you should go to a doctor to make sure? Not that I don't have faith in the witch, but just to, you know, get it in writing." Spike still wasn't sure how this whole thing had come about, but he wanted to Buffy to be safe, with real doctors. Buffy nodded in agreement.
"I'll make an appointment tomorrow." Spike looked down at her, and then pulled her in for a passionate kiss.
Willow carried the mugs over to the table and sat one in front of herself and one in front of Buffy. Willow had been blown over by Buffy's news. She had known Buffy and Spike were having sex, but how could this happen? Spike was a vampire. She looked over at Buffy. She was staring into space, taking a sip of tea every now and then. Willow decided it was not her place to be judgmental. She needed to be there for Buffy.
"Buffy?" Buffy looked over at Willow with a dull, tired look in her eyes. "Have you told Spike?" Buffy immediately broke eye contact with Willow at the mention of Spike's name. "Buffy, you have to tell him. He deserves to know."
"Willow, what if he leaves? What would I do? What would happen?" Tears welled up in Buffy's eyes at the thought of Spike leaving.
"But what if he stays? If he's the right one Buffy, he won't go. If he loves you, he won't care. You have to take that chance. Do you really think he won't find out?" Willow tried to meet her eyes, to make her believe the words. A tear fell down Buffy's cheek.
"Willow, how can I tell him? You have to help me." She raised her head, finally understanding that what Willow was saying was true.
"Just be straight forward. Remember that he loves you and cares about you." Buffy stood up and smoothed her shirt down.
"I have to go. I have to see him now." She grabbed her jacket, and then turned to leave. Before she did, she gave Willow a hug. "Thanks Will." She stepped out of the house and walked toward Spike's crypt. She hurried, wanting to get there as soon as possible. The thought of getting this off of her chest was suddenly very appealing. 'Just don't let him leave. Please God, let him stay.' Buffy arrived at the crypt and was about to open the door, when she hesitated. She raised her hand and knocked sharply three times.
Inside, Spike was puzzled. He could sense the Slayer. She was at his door. But why was she knocking? And what was she doing out-and-about anyway. She had told him she had the flu. He hadn't quite believed her, but something in her face told him to play along. He reached to the door and pulled it open.
"Buffy shouldn't you be-" He started a lecture on the dangers of walking around outside while sick, but was cut off.
"Spike, I have to tell you something." Her hands were in her pockets and she looked up at him. He studied her face, then moved out of the doorway to let her in. She sat on the couch and he sat down beside her.
"Spike, do you love me?" She turned to him with a hopeful look in her eye.
"Of course luv…what's going on?" He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear.
"Spike I don't have the flu. I'm…do you remember the last time we…" She broke off and wiped her sweaty palms on her pants. The chant 'Don't leave me, don't leave me' was going through her head. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She cleared her mind, and then opened them back up. "Spike, I'm pregnant."
A look of shock and pain flashed across his face. "Why are you telling me this Buffy? Am I supposed to be happy for you and your other honey?"
"No Spike! I mean, it's yours. It has to be. There…there is no one else." She grabbed his hand to reassure him. His features relaxed and now he just looked confused.
"But Buffy, I can't…I'm a vampire."
"I can't explain it. But it's true. Tara did a spell." She told him.
"Don't you think you should go to a doctor to make sure? Not that I don't have faith in the witch, but just to, you know, get it in writing." Spike still wasn't sure how this whole thing had come about, but he wanted to Buffy to be safe, with real doctors. Buffy nodded in agreement.
"I'll make an appointment tomorrow." Spike looked down at her, and then pulled her in for a passionate kiss.