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Chapter 26: Mistaken Identity
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Spike startled awake at around three o'clock on the morning. He looked around, but noticed nothing unusual. Except that Andrea wasn't lying next to him. There was an imprint of her head on the pillow next to him, but she was missing.
"Prol'ly got up to get a drink," he told himself, smirking at why she would be thirsty in the first place. He tossed back the covers and stood, pulling the bed sheet around his waist. He moved to the bedroom door, running his fingers through his rumpled, bleach-blond curls.
In the hallway, he heard the faint pounding of water. She was in the shower. The pounding stopped and the light beneath the door disappeared. He was bathed in darkness. The bathroom door opened and she stepped out. She hadn't seen him yet, it was too dark. Smirking, he crept up behind her and wrapped an arm around her toweled waist, the other hand creeping up her thigh under the towel. She let out a sharp scream and elbowed him in the nose.
"Bloody hell," he cursed. "What was that for?" He clutched his bleeding nose as she flipped on the lights.
"Who the hell are you?" screamed the furious red-head. He ignored her.
"What are you doing here?"
"I live here!"
"So do I! Kind of. . ." The woman squinted at him.
"Wonder Bra?" He groaned.
"April." This was a statement, not a question.
"What's the matter? I heard screaming," Andrea commented, stepping into the hall from the study. She joined them, wrapping her arm around Spike's waist.
"Wonder Bra was trying to feel me up. Now he's bleeding."
"Sodding humanity," he grumbled. "If I was a vampire. . ."
"Oh, don't be such a baby," April scolded, reaching into the bathroom to get him a roll of toilet paper.
"Poor Spike," Andrea giggled, ripping off some of the paper and gently held it to his nose. "Come on, let's go into the kitchen."
She led the three of them downstairs into the kitchen, where Ben was making coffee.
"I heard screaming," he explained, "and figured you'd want caffeine"
"You're so thoughtful," Andrea said, beginning to tear up. Spike frowned, concerned.
"You alright, pet?" He pushed her into a chair and stroked her hair away from her face.
"She's fine. Those hormones can be a real bitch." Ben gave April an exasperated glance and she slapped a hand over her mouth. Luckily, Spike was so concerned about his fiancé that he hadn't been paying attention.
"What's that, love?"
"Nothing," she squeaked. Her eyes widened. "Andrea Dawn Smith! What is that on your finger?" Andrea jumped at the sudden yell, then smiled softly, wiping the tears away from her face.
"Spike and I are getting married," she announced proudly before lightly kissing Spike on the lips.
"I figured that much! How could you not tell me this the moment I got in the house? I am so mad at you right now!"
"I'm sorry, but you only got home, like, ten minutes ago. And I was busy writing." April opened her mouth to speak, but Andrea cut her off. "And I want you to be my maid of honor." April smothered a joyful smile.
"Duh. We decided that when we were fifteen." Only then did she allow herself to break out in a grin of happiness. "But I'm still glad you asked. Oh, my God, I'm so happy for you guys."
"Same goes for us," Spike conceded, pulling Andrea into his arms for a long, passionate kiss.
"Aw, come on. Get a room," Ben whined, covering his eyes with his hands. Spike smirked and winked at him. His gaze accidentally wandered to the fridge, and he frowned, noticing a strange black and white photo stuck on the fridge door.
"What's that?" he asked curiously. Andrea followed his gaze and smiled, thinking how perfect an opportunity this was. She pulled out of his arms and moved to the fridge to remove the picture from the kitchen appliance. Then she showed it to him.
"See this little black thing that looks kinda like a peanut?" she asked, pointing to the shape.
"Yes, pet."
"That's your baby," she announced tentatively. He stared at her like he hadn't heard her correctly.
"My what?"
"Baby. Fetus. Child. Tiny human. Son or daughter." Ben pulled out another chair from the table.
"Sit down, man. You look kinda pale," his future brother-in-law advised. Spike obeyed.
"How. . .I mean, what. . .I don't. . .How?"
"Well, I don't exactly know. But I think it's because you turned human right before we. . ."
"Boned," Ben supplied.
A/N: Okay, look. I got this problem. I HAVE NO CLUE HOW TO END THIS STORY!!!!!!!!!!!!! Somebody, please, help me. Please, please, please, please, please, please??? I'm over my head. I need advice. Oh, please God help me. . . And if you submit an idea that I don't use, don't be offended, I just liked someone else's better. Joking!! Okay, I have to go now. I kinda gotta pee. And do my math homework *shakes fist angrily* DAMN YOU MATH!!!
Spike startled awake at around three o'clock on the morning. He looked around, but noticed nothing unusual. Except that Andrea wasn't lying next to him. There was an imprint of her head on the pillow next to him, but she was missing.
"Prol'ly got up to get a drink," he told himself, smirking at why she would be thirsty in the first place. He tossed back the covers and stood, pulling the bed sheet around his waist. He moved to the bedroom door, running his fingers through his rumpled, bleach-blond curls.
In the hallway, he heard the faint pounding of water. She was in the shower. The pounding stopped and the light beneath the door disappeared. He was bathed in darkness. The bathroom door opened and she stepped out. She hadn't seen him yet, it was too dark. Smirking, he crept up behind her and wrapped an arm around her toweled waist, the other hand creeping up her thigh under the towel. She let out a sharp scream and elbowed him in the nose.
"Bloody hell," he cursed. "What was that for?" He clutched his bleeding nose as she flipped on the lights.
"Who the hell are you?" screamed the furious red-head. He ignored her.
"What are you doing here?"
"I live here!"
"So do I! Kind of. . ." The woman squinted at him.
"Wonder Bra?" He groaned.
"April." This was a statement, not a question.
"What's the matter? I heard screaming," Andrea commented, stepping into the hall from the study. She joined them, wrapping her arm around Spike's waist.
"Wonder Bra was trying to feel me up. Now he's bleeding."
"Sodding humanity," he grumbled. "If I was a vampire. . ."
"Oh, don't be such a baby," April scolded, reaching into the bathroom to get him a roll of toilet paper.
"Poor Spike," Andrea giggled, ripping off some of the paper and gently held it to his nose. "Come on, let's go into the kitchen."
She led the three of them downstairs into the kitchen, where Ben was making coffee.
"I heard screaming," he explained, "and figured you'd want caffeine"
"You're so thoughtful," Andrea said, beginning to tear up. Spike frowned, concerned.
"You alright, pet?" He pushed her into a chair and stroked her hair away from her face.
"She's fine. Those hormones can be a real bitch." Ben gave April an exasperated glance and she slapped a hand over her mouth. Luckily, Spike was so concerned about his fiancé that he hadn't been paying attention.
"What's that, love?"
"Nothing," she squeaked. Her eyes widened. "Andrea Dawn Smith! What is that on your finger?" Andrea jumped at the sudden yell, then smiled softly, wiping the tears away from her face.
"Spike and I are getting married," she announced proudly before lightly kissing Spike on the lips.
"I figured that much! How could you not tell me this the moment I got in the house? I am so mad at you right now!"
"I'm sorry, but you only got home, like, ten minutes ago. And I was busy writing." April opened her mouth to speak, but Andrea cut her off. "And I want you to be my maid of honor." April smothered a joyful smile.
"Duh. We decided that when we were fifteen." Only then did she allow herself to break out in a grin of happiness. "But I'm still glad you asked. Oh, my God, I'm so happy for you guys."
"Same goes for us," Spike conceded, pulling Andrea into his arms for a long, passionate kiss.
"Aw, come on. Get a room," Ben whined, covering his eyes with his hands. Spike smirked and winked at him. His gaze accidentally wandered to the fridge, and he frowned, noticing a strange black and white photo stuck on the fridge door.
"What's that?" he asked curiously. Andrea followed his gaze and smiled, thinking how perfect an opportunity this was. She pulled out of his arms and moved to the fridge to remove the picture from the kitchen appliance. Then she showed it to him.
"See this little black thing that looks kinda like a peanut?" she asked, pointing to the shape.
"Yes, pet."
"That's your baby," she announced tentatively. He stared at her like he hadn't heard her correctly.
"My what?"
"Baby. Fetus. Child. Tiny human. Son or daughter." Ben pulled out another chair from the table.
"Sit down, man. You look kinda pale," his future brother-in-law advised. Spike obeyed.
"How. . .I mean, what. . .I don't. . .How?"
"Well, I don't exactly know. But I think it's because you turned human right before we. . ."
"Boned," Ben supplied.
A/N: Okay, look. I got this problem. I HAVE NO CLUE HOW TO END THIS STORY!!!!!!!!!!!!! Somebody, please, help me. Please, please, please, please, please, please??? I'm over my head. I need advice. Oh, please God help me. . . And if you submit an idea that I don't use, don't be offended, I just liked someone else's better. Joking!! Okay, I have to go now. I kinda gotta pee. And do my math homework *shakes fist angrily* DAMN YOU MATH!!!