Chapter 3

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"So you're telling me that four months ago, we both just so happened to be in the same bar, and once we were totally drunk, we bumped into each other, went back to my place, and now you're pregnant," Angel said to Darla, finding it hard to absorb this information.

"For the hundredth time, yes, that's what happened, I took off in the morning because I didn't know what to say to you, and I was scared of what you were going to say to me."

"Then why did you come here?"

"Well, when I was pregnant with Connor, you said that you wished you could have been there from the start, and I..." Darla trailed off.

"What, come on Darla, you can tell me, what is it?" Angel said gently.

"I've missed you, you've been all I think about since I got back from hell, again."

"I've missed you too."

"Angel don't lie to me, I'm sick of your bullshit, the only woman you ever think about is Buffy."

"That's not true," Angel said getting a little defensive.

"Yes it is, and don't pretend it's not, I know you better than anyone, if you don't want me to be here, then I'll go."

"No Darla wait, please stay, I want to help you, please."

As Buffy walked to Spike's place she felt extremely nervous, how was she going to tell him.Would she even be able to. She felt just like she had back in Sunnydale, she had wanted to tell him that she loved him, but then she thought that if he knew, then he would have left her for sure, they always left, and then she him before he died, near enough the second before he died and he didn't believe her and she had lost him, and in the worst possible way. What if he didn't want Anna? But that couldn't be possible, could it? Why did her mind have to plague her with such thoughts? She couldn't tell him straight away, she would have to wait until the time was right. Or would it be best to just tell him. Buffy was now standing right in front of his door, absentmindedly knocking on it. Spike answered the door, wearing nothing but a towel, his body glistening, he smiled when he saw her. She stood before him mesmerised, forgetting what to say and how good his body looked. Those perfect abs, and that smile, and those amazingly blue eyes. God he was perfect.

"Buffy, Buffy love? Are you ok? You just gonna stand there? I wasn't expecting you so early."

"What, yeah, sorry, change of plans."

"Do you want to come in."

"Yeah. Thanks."

They descended the stairs into the living room.

"You mind if I get dressed?"

"No...wait, yes...Spike, there's something I have to tell you."

Drusilla and Lindsay walked downthe street, Drusilla deeply into one of her insane rants, when all of a sudden, she stopped and clutched her stomach. Lindsay grabbed her before she fell.

"Owwww," she whimpered, placing a hand on her head.

"Dru, what is it? What did you see?" he asked quietly.

"The end."

Cordelia woke up, rolling over to look at her husband, who was already awake.

"Good morning," Doyle said in his dreamy Irish accent, "Well I guess actually afternoon, since it's two o'clock."

"Two o'clock? Really? Well, what should we do?"

"Well, we can definetely rule out breakfast."

"Doyle," she said in mock annoyance.

"Well, we could go to work."

"Doyle, we just got back today, and I'm not up for getting all covered in demon slime just yet."

"Whatever we do, can we eat first, 'cause I'm starvin'."

After eating the edible contents of the kitchen which wasn't past its sell-by-date, they glanced at each other with a different kind of hunger in their eyes.

"So you wanna go upstairs?"Cordelia asked coyly.

"I'm up for it."

The pair of them ran upstairs, slamming the bedroom door behind them.

"Oh my god, Angel is going to freak, I can't believe how late we are," Fred said as she glanced at her watch again.

"We're not that late," Wesley said as they pulled up to the Hyperion.

"It's two twenty, and we start at nine, remember."

"Well, at least we're here before Gunn and Illyria."

"You know punctuality used to be one of your virtues Wesley Wydam-Pryce."

"Well then let's get hurry up and get inside, Winifred Burkle."

They both burst out laughing as they headed towards the building.

"Hey Angel," Fred called out.

"Sorry we're la...what the hell is she doing here?" Wesley asked as Darla and Angel came out of Angel's office.

"Darla and I are having a baby," Angel answered, although Darla's pregnancy had become apparent toboth Fred and Wesley as their eyes fell on her stomach.

"But why...how...when?" Fred asked unable to talk in sentences.

"What does it matter, all that matters is that I am and this time we'll do it right, so let's just spare the details," Darla said, not wanting to re-tell the whole thing again.

"Yes it does, now tell us wh..." Wesley began.

"Look Wes we don't want any trouble, can't you just be happy for us," Angel said putting his arm around Darla.

"Well, I don't know what to say to y'all...I guess...congratulations," Fred said stepping forward to hug them both, "This is so amazing, do you know what it is yet?"

"No, I haven't been to a doctor, don't if I should, but I think I'd rather keep it a surprise anyway."

"Have you told Connor?" Wesley asked.

"Told me what?" Connor asked as he entered the Hyperion.

"That your father and I are having another baby," Darla told her son as she walked towards him.

"Mom!" Connor exclaimed as he ran forward and hugged his mother, "I can't believe it's you, I've missed you."

"I've missed you too Connor."

Buffy and Spike had been sitting in silence, buffy just couldn't bring herself to tell him, every time she tried it wa sas if she had forgotten how to speak, she could only get out a few words at the most each time but then she'd stop again, Spike encouraged her to go on but it didn't work. All of a sudden Buffy got up and started pacing.

"God. Why is this so hard," she exclaimed.

"Buffy you..."

"SpikeI love you," She blurted out.

"What?" he asked, not believing his ears.

"I love you Spike, have done for quite some time now, i guess I just didn't want to believe it before, I thought..."

"What love?" Spike asked sweetly.

"I just thought that if I told you,that then somehowthe world would take you away from me, it wouldn't allow you to stay, men seem to have a tendency of running away from me, I didn't want to lose you too, and then i told you and I did, and soI justtold myself that it wasn't true, well you didn't believe me anyway. But now you're here, and I can't lie anymore, I love you Spike, more thanyouor Icould ever imagine, please believe me."

The look in Spike's eyes told her that he did believe her.

"I love you," he whispered, placinging his handson her face.

"I love you," she replied.

They began to kiss each other, moving towards Spike's bedroom. Buffy's clothes and Spike's clothes were soon on the floor. As they began to gently rock back and forth on Spike's bed, Buffy seemed to have forgotten all about the otherimportant thing she was supposed to tell Spike.Their daughter.