Disclaimer: Shhhhh Spike..don't scream..they'll be able to hear ya..No! Stay in the closet! So what if I don't own you or BtVS? *Sigh* Hug?
A/N: All the reviews you gave me got me all inspired..I had promised myself that this would just be a two parter..but I tend to lie to myself often. Thank you for all of the wonderful reviews, they make me so happy. At this point I have no idea how long it will be because I've got ideas swirlin' around in my pretty little head..
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"So...you want ice cream and..pickles?" Dawn looked at me like I was crazy. But I can't control what the baby wants...

"Please. A big tub of ice cream and don't hold out on me...I want a HUGE jar of pickles." Dawn's face crinkled up in disgust. And she thought fighting demons was bad....It's my cravings that will take down anyone.

I looked over to Spike to see his reaction of my new craving. Last week it had been coconuts and French fries.

"Pickles?" His eyebrow rose and he cocked his head slightly.

"No one's askin' you to eat any." I was also defensive over my cravings.

"Just in awe luv. Interesting combo." He walked over and laid his head down on my stomach. Unconsciously listening for a heartbeat that his ears couldn't hear anymore.

He had been excited when I first told him the news. Thought I could see the underlying shock laced in his blue eyes. I think that it really hit him then..he was human. And he was going to have a baby. I can already tell that he's going to be a good dad...one of those dads that are always involved. A part of me envies my unborn child because they will get the dad I never had. But I think, more than anything else, I am glad that I found someone that will stick it out and be a good father.

Now I suppose I should mention the wedding...'cause I know that is just as important as having the kid..

We had decided to have it early August...August 2nd to be exact. I wasn't really showing all that much by then so I was still able to wear the dress that I wanted. The dress was just as simple as the ring on my finger. After all the years of apocalypses...and everything went with a bang....it just seemed right to have something simple. Giles walked me down the isle, a smile on his face the entire time. I think that he has always wanted this for me...marriage, children, a family.

"I think we should talk about baby names." I looked at Spike raising my eyebrows. He should know better than to bring up this conversation. "What?"

I sighed. Some things never change....he may be human but he still is a male.

"You know how much of a fight this turns into."

"You don't like any of my names.."

"I do.I just...I hate how you assume that this baby is going to be a girl. What if I want a boy."

He's giving me that look. The look that says...'Geez, ok, so you've got hormones, so you're pregnant..don't hurt me..' I hate that look.

I sighed again.

"We are NOT naming the baby Molly. I knew this girl, in elementary school, she was evil. And I mean the PUREST kind of evil. Worse than a hell god. She used to pull my hair and say mean things and she was just mean."

"So this Molly traumatized you."

"Now you're getting it. Was it so hard?"

"But I like that name.." Great, now he's grumbling...and the tiniest pout. Evil man.

"Evil man."

"What?"

I glared and turned slightly towards the door. Hoping Dawn would be back soon with my ice cream and pickles. He sighed and got up off the couch. He stalked towards the kitchen, looking back at me before going through the door.

"Do you want anything."

"Can I get some juice?"

"You do know that it isn't pickle flavored don't you?" A smirk rested on his lips. I rolled my eyes and shooed him away with my hand.

"Evil man.."
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Oh God...Pickles may taste good going in but they don't taste quite as good coming back out. I raced towards the bathroom despite the rolling of my stomach. I'm never eating pickles ever again...

Oh who am I kidding, of course I'll eat pickles again...just not any time in the near future. The small bathroom was illuminated by the moon light. My pregnancy had gotten to the point where I didn't have morning, or in the case night, sickness. But I guess pickles and ice cream will do that to ya.

"You all right in there luv?"

I looked up to a shirtless Spike standing in the doorway of the bathroom. His hair was messy from sleeping on it and his eyes were still clouded from sleep.

"I've been better." I whimpered up at him. I know my face must have looked pitiful, but at that point I didn't really care. I felt horrible and I could have used some Spike sympathy at that moment.

"I thought the whole morning sickness thing was over?"

"Yeah.me too. I blame the pickles." I looked sharply at him...just daring him to say 'I told you so'.

He sat down behind me and put his hand on my stomach. The circles that he was rubbing on my stomach made me feel a little better. I leaned my head back onto his shoulder. It was just like it had been a few months before.me puking into the porcelain bowl and Spike holding my hair out of my face. It was almost like a really great party without the alcohol.and the having fun. Ok, maybe it wasn't like a party at all, but I've got to make myself feel better somehow.

"A month from today." Spike whispered in my ear, almost so softly I couldn't hear him.

"What?" I found myself whispering back.

"We'll be parents..." And I realized that it was January 8th..a month from the due date.

I looked over my shoulder into his eyes, they glittered slightly from the glow of the moon.

"Are you happy?" Did I mention that he is really good at asking random questions at interesting times?

"Do you mean 'right this second'?"

"No..I mean with all of this. Living here, being married to me, taking care of Dawn and being pregnant with our own little one."

"Yeah.I am happy. I'm happy that everything turned the way it is. Yeah, I miss Sunnydale, and seeing my friends everyday. I miss my mom and Giles. I miss my house and sometimes I even miss the cemetery where your old crypt was. But I'm growing up."

Spike smiled at me as he played with my hair. I don't think I've ever seen him this happy before.

"You feeling better?"

"Yeah.I think so."

"Come on then, let's get you back to bed." He helped me up off the ground and back to the bedroom where we curled up and went back to sleep.
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~ One Month Later ~
Son of a Bitch...that is the most excruciating pain I have EVER felt. And I have died..twice. I laid there clutching my stomach..the phone was so far away and no one was home. Dawn was at school and Spike had something to take care of at the bar this morning. Hopefully he'd be home soon..Please...

I reached my hand out towards the cordless phone hoping that somehow it would magically float into my hands. Of course it was Willow with all the magical powers..Grrrr.

The pain stopped for a few moments..just long enough for me to roll off the couch and reach the phone from its cradle. I quickly dialed the number of Spike's cell phone, silently thanking Dawn for talking him into having one.

*Ring*

*Ring*

I was practically begging for him to pick up.

*Ring*
""Ello William 'ere." His voice drawled into my ear.

"Spike...I need you." The pain had come back and I was crumpled up on the floor. My voice was ragged.

"Buffy..luv? Are you still with me?" His voice had become slightly frantic.

"Yeah..I'm here." I could barely recognize my own voice.

"Is it the baby? Are you having the baby?"

"Yeah..Where are you..I need you."

"'M on my way pet..don't worry, I'll get there. Can you move?"

"No..It hurts too much."

"Ok then, just stay where you are and I'll be home soon."

"Please.."

He continued to reassure me while he drove back home, occasionally cursing at the uncooperative street lights. Finally he made it home tearing through the door and running to me. He took the phone from me, hanging it up and replacing it back into its cradle. He picked me up and carried me out to the car, placing me in the front seat. Then he ran back into the house where I assume he is writing a quick note to Dawn telling her where we are.

He hoped back into the car, pulled away from the curve and raced down the winding residential roads that eventually led to the hospital. Finally we got there, cars filled up the parking lot and Spike had a scowl on his face.

"What's wrong?" His face softened when he heard my voice.

"Nowhere to park."

Answering him wasn't an option as the pain hit me again. We swerved around the cars that we encountered, trying not to run into any of them. He pulled up in front of the main doors and put the car in park. He quickly got out of the car to come around to my side to retrieve me from my seat. I could hear him responding to a yell about the car's parking position. Then I saw the man run back into the hospital and bring a wheel chair back out with him.

"We're almost there luv."

He lifted me out of the car and placed me into the wheel chair.

"Buffy, luv? This nice man is going to take you into the hospital so I can find a parking spot..ok?"

I whimpered my agreement and was swiveled around and pushed into the main doors. The hospital was chaotic, people running to and from different rooms. I was quickly wheeled to the front desk where they then directed me to the elevators where they took me to a higher floor. The pain only got stronger and occurred more often.

Finally we reached a room that I was to deliver in. They had me get dressed into a hospital gown and put into the bed. Spike finally arrived, decked out in a pair of scrubs. He came over and held my hand, looking into my eyes the whole time.

"You're gonna be a mother." His smile had been soft, his eyes sparkled.

"And you're gonna be a daddy." I gave him a tight smile, preparing for the next wave of pain.

The doctor came in and the rest you could say...was history...
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I looked down at the face of my little baby girl. My body was leaned right up against Spike's and he had his arm around me stroking her hair. Dawn had finally made it and was sitting at the foot of my bed, looking at us with tears in her eyes.

"What's her name?" Dawn whispered to us. I smiled and looked back down at the baby.

"Adian Joyce Summers.."
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A/N: I'm so SORRY for the lack of updates on all of my stories including this one. I've been going through some bad writers block and decided that I would just wait to update rather write crap. This one was cooperating so you got another chapter. I'll do my best to write more but I've learned to not make promises I can't keep. Hope you all liked it....Be Happy...Give Spike a Hug... And with the name Adian? Well, I liked it so I wanted to use it. It is an Irish name that means 'fire or flame'.