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Epilogue: Uh Oh
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Five Months After the Honeymoon
"Aw, man," Andrea whined, smoothing her expensive black dress over her swollen stomach. "I really have to pee." April snorted. She'd flown down from Canada with Ben for the party.
"Just wait 'til you start having to pee every time you run. . .Or laugh. . .Or blink."
"Congratulations on your new book, Andrea," said Megan, Ben's new girlfriend. Andrea smiled warmly.
"Thank you. I hadn't realized you'd read it."
"I did. It was really good. Where'd you get the idea? I mean, it's fantastic! Two vampire slayers, one in love with a vampire, and her best friend tries to kill her. Then the vamp turns human and they live happily ever after. I had a hard time remembering there's no such thing as vampires." The brunette laughed lightly. She was in for a surprise when Ben told her. "And I thought the title was cool. 'And Then There Were Two'."
"Who's up for limbo?" Xander asked. Spike grinned.
"I'll try anything once." Buffy gaped at him.
"You guys! This is a professional party. No limbo. Andrea's trying to make an impression on the media. And also, you've never limboed?"
"Mr Sinclair?" A redhaired man approached Spike with a pad of paper and a pen in hand.
"Yes?"
"I'd like to ask you a few questions about your wife. I'm doing an article on her for the paper. I'm Matt McDougall with the New York Times." His jaw fell open and he ran his fingers through his bleached curls.
"The New York Times wants to do an article on Andrea?"
"Certainly. Mrs Sinclair is a very talented writer."
Andrea smiled at Spike from across the room. He looked delicious in a black blazer and dress pants, with a silk shirt the same blue as his eyes. He was tieless, the collar of his shirt left open. She just wanted to -
She frowned, feeling a slight twinge of pain in her abdomen. She thought she'd gotten rid of her stomach ache. It had disappeared just before the party. Her back ache hadn't stopped, though. She felt the pain again, stronger this time, and she clutched her stomach, using the table to keep her from doubling over. April frowned.
"Hey, Andie, you okay?" Andrea shook her head, her eyes widening when she felt a warm gush of liquid between her legs.
"No, I'm not. April, my water just broke."
THE END
A/N: Hey guys! I'm finally done! I'm so excited! Lots of feedback would be nice. Just so you know, I've never been pregnant or married, so sorry if I messed those up. Also, I'm thinking of doing a sequel, but if I do I'm not going to write it until I finish my other 2 fics. I've got my hands full. Well, see you around. Hope you enjoyed the story! -- Andie
Five Months After the Honeymoon
"Aw, man," Andrea whined, smoothing her expensive black dress over her swollen stomach. "I really have to pee." April snorted. She'd flown down from Canada with Ben for the party.
"Just wait 'til you start having to pee every time you run. . .Or laugh. . .Or blink."
"Congratulations on your new book, Andrea," said Megan, Ben's new girlfriend. Andrea smiled warmly.
"Thank you. I hadn't realized you'd read it."
"I did. It was really good. Where'd you get the idea? I mean, it's fantastic! Two vampire slayers, one in love with a vampire, and her best friend tries to kill her. Then the vamp turns human and they live happily ever after. I had a hard time remembering there's no such thing as vampires." The brunette laughed lightly. She was in for a surprise when Ben told her. "And I thought the title was cool. 'And Then There Were Two'."
"Who's up for limbo?" Xander asked. Spike grinned.
"I'll try anything once." Buffy gaped at him.
"You guys! This is a professional party. No limbo. Andrea's trying to make an impression on the media. And also, you've never limboed?"
"Mr Sinclair?" A redhaired man approached Spike with a pad of paper and a pen in hand.
"Yes?"
"I'd like to ask you a few questions about your wife. I'm doing an article on her for the paper. I'm Matt McDougall with the New York Times." His jaw fell open and he ran his fingers through his bleached curls.
"The New York Times wants to do an article on Andrea?"
"Certainly. Mrs Sinclair is a very talented writer."
Andrea smiled at Spike from across the room. He looked delicious in a black blazer and dress pants, with a silk shirt the same blue as his eyes. He was tieless, the collar of his shirt left open. She just wanted to -
She frowned, feeling a slight twinge of pain in her abdomen. She thought she'd gotten rid of her stomach ache. It had disappeared just before the party. Her back ache hadn't stopped, though. She felt the pain again, stronger this time, and she clutched her stomach, using the table to keep her from doubling over. April frowned.
"Hey, Andie, you okay?" Andrea shook her head, her eyes widening when she felt a warm gush of liquid between her legs.
"No, I'm not. April, my water just broke."
THE END
A/N: Hey guys! I'm finally done! I'm so excited! Lots of feedback would be nice. Just so you know, I've never been pregnant or married, so sorry if I messed those up. Also, I'm thinking of doing a sequel, but if I do I'm not going to write it until I finish my other 2 fics. I've got my hands full. Well, see you around. Hope you enjoyed the story! -- Andie