A/N : Yeah, so this is the end of One Night In Heaven. I hope it works for you guys and your not disappointed by the kinda of abrupt ending, I just didn't really have anywhere else to go with the story. This last chapter is kind of epilogue-ish, it jumps forward in time some, and... well, it's probably easier if I stop rambling and just let you get to reading it!
(For disclaimer, etc. - see chapter 1)

Chapter 15

"Dad, could you get that!" Buffy called from the kitchen where she was making a sandwich. It was past eight and she was attempting to make sandwiches for Michael's lunch, a task made more awkward than it might be by the large bump where her flat and toned stomach used to be.

She was now over eight months pregnant and just about ready to burst, or so she thought. The doctors assured her she had three weeks to go, and Buffy knew it was true, but still it felt as if the whole pregnancy thing should soon be over. She was bored of being fat and aching all the time, the only comfort being that the nausea was over and the food cravings were almost gone too.

"Hello, luv" Spike smiled as he came into the kitchen. Clearly it had been him at the front door a moment ago.

"Hey" Buffy sighed, so pleased to see him, though so self conscious about how she looked, even now.

Over the past months, Spike and Buffy had got to know each other the way they perhaps should have done in the first place. Giles had said the order in which they had done things was very much putting the cart before the horse, to which Buffy had replied that phrase was way too British for her to understand, but of it meant her and Spike had done things in an unconventional way, did it really matter?

Now they were as much a couple in love as any two people could be, to the point where they spent as much time as was possible together and were currently attempting to get a new home organised for themselves before the baby was born. It was within easy walking distance of Giles' home, which was one thing Buffy insisted upon when she and Spike decided they needed a place of their own together. Spike wasn't sure at first, as much as he wanted to be with Buffy the idea of being so close to her disapproving father and helping her bring up her son was a little daunting, but he was always up for a challenge. Michael was a sweetheart and Spike would not be intimidated by Giles.

The older man came to respect his daughters lover over time. Despite appearances, he proved himself to be a decent sort of man, and Giles found he could not be angry or opposed to Buffy's plans to move out of his house. It was a thrill to see the young woman whom he was proud to call his daughter so happy after all he knew she had suffered at the hands of her husband.

"Your Dad let me in" Spike told his love, kissing her cheek, "Asked me to bring these through" he said, handing her three envelopes addressed to her, "Thought I'd do the honours this morning, and take Michael to school"

"That'd be great" Buffy answered absently as she studied one of the letters in her hand. The first two were junk, but this one was postmarked from America and had been signed for on delivery. Clearly it was official in some way and she opened it carefully.

"Somethin' wrong, pet?" Spike asked worriedly when he noticed her expression. He'd barely glanced at the mail as he'd brought it through and as soon as he'd passed the envelopes to Buffy he'd taken over packing Michael's lunch into his box for him.

"I don't know..." the blonde said as she read the printed documents from inside the envelope. When she realised what it was all about she felt sick and her legs threatened to give way beneath her. A hand went to her mouth as she gasped and tears streamed from her eyes.

"Bloody hell" Spike cursed, getting a hold of her before she fell and did herself and their unborn child an injury. He got Buffy onto one of the chairs by the table and asked her what was wrong, but she didn't have words, handing him the letter as explanation.

"'For the attention of Mrs Buffy Anne O'Reilly'" he read aloud, a little put off by the full name he wasn't used to, "We write to inform you...'" he continued, voice trailing away as he realised what it was all about, "Your husband?" he gasped, looking down at Buffy who cried quietly.

"Angel" she whispered, "He's dead"

Spike wasn't sure what to say or do. Buffy hardly ever mentioned Michael's father anymore, except when absolutely necessary. She'd explained the details of her marriage more fully to Spike in many a 'getting-to-know-you' conversation that went on for hours and well into the night at times. That was all a while ago now and Angel had scarce got a mention these past couple of months as Buffy and Spike, and indeed Giles and Michael concentrated on the future.

"Huh?" the little boys voice from the door startled both the adults in the room.

"Oh sweetie" Buffy cried, opening her arms to her son who ran straight to her and hugged her as best he could around her bump, "My baby, I love you so much" she told him, kissing the top of his head as she cried into his hair.

Spike felt very much like the third wheel suddenly, and he hated himself for being jealous of a dead man, even a little. Glancing back at the letter in his hand he learned how Buffy's husband had died. He and a female friend had been driving down the freeway, both of them so drunk they should not be in charge of a vehicle. They swerved across three lanes to avoid an oncoming truck, crashing into the central barrier. The woman died instantly as her neck snapped, Angel himself might have survived his injuries if not for the fact he had spent so much of the past years steeped in alcohol. His liver and kidneys failed, and this coupled with the head trauma and other injuries he'd sustained had lead to his death a few days ago.

"Mommy?" Michael's voice, pulled Spike free of deep thought as he concentrated on the two, or one might say three people who meant more to him than anyone else in the world, "Did something happen to Little Bit?" the kid asked, his little hand resting on his mother's stomach.

It was Spike who had taken to calling the unborn child that, and Michael had decided that was the baby's name. Buffy found it amusing and let them both carry on, though she was determined when the child was born she would give her a proper name and everyone would have to learn to use it.

"No, sweetie" Buffy assured her son, her hand at his hair, "Little Bit is just fine" she promised, "This is... it's about Daddy"

"My old Daddy?" he asked looking up at Spike who couldn't help but smile. Though the idea of himself being Michael's new father had never actually been discussed with the boy, and he still called him only Spike, he behaved like he was the kids Dad and was proud that Michael thought of him as such.

"Yes, mate" he nodded, "Your Dad back in the States" he said, crouching down to the boys level. He knew Buffy was struggling and that left him to break the news to the kid, a nod from his lover told him that was what she wanted and that she was so grateful he'd guessed.

"Is he coming here?" Michael asked, actually shaking with apparent fear, til Spike shook his head.

"No, mate" he told him, "See, thing is, your Dad, he... he had a bit of an accident and, well, he can't come and see you, Michael" he said, hating himself for possibly breaking the childs heart but knowing he had to tell the truth for everyone's sake, "He's gone, mate, gone to a better place"

He hoped the boy understood and it seemed he did as he asked in a quiet voice;

"Like Barney?"

Barney had been a goldfish Spike had managed to win when he'd taken Michael to a visiting fair. It had lived just four days before he'd been found floating upside down at the top of the bowl. As any caring parent would, Buffy told him Barney had gone to a better place now, but that he could no longer come back. He was too little when Joyce had passed away to remember her so the goldfish was the only bereavement he'd really known. Whilst it could not compare to losing a father, it was the only comparison he had right now.

"Yes, Michael, like Barney" Buffy managed to say, knowing it was unfair to make Spike deal with all this, "Are you okay, honey?" she asked as the little boy stood between her and Spike, looking back and forth with an unreadable expression on his little face for a few moments. He looked a if he might be about to say something when Buffy stole the attention from him, a hand going to her stomach as she winced.

"You okay, luv?" Spike asked, getting up and going to her side, "Is it the baby?"

"I... argh!" her would-be sentence became nothing but an exclamation of pain as she flinched once again.

"Mommy?" Michael asked worriedly, looking closer to tears now than he had moments ago on the news of his father's death.

"It's okay, sweetie" Buffy tried to comfort him a little as she concentrated mostly on breathing properly, "It's just, your little sister wants to come out and play" she smiled, glancing up at Spike who's eyes went wide.

"Bugger me" he exclaimed, "But you're not due for another three weeks" he reminded her needlessly.

"Tell that to your daughter" Buffy told him, as another contraction came and went.

"Michael, run and tell Grandpa Giles that Mum's havin' her baby now" Spike told the boy who ran off immediately as instructed. Though he was worried by his mother's apparent distress, he would just do as Spike told him, things always turned out okay when his new Daddy took control.

"How about now?" Michael asked Giles as they sat in the hospital waiting room, in anticipation of news about Buffy and the child being born to her and Spike. The proud father was right there in the room, eager to see his daughter come into the world, As much as he loved Michael and treated him as if he were his own, he was thrilled to know that the baby being born now was his blood kin, a physical product of the love he and Buffy shared.

Though Spike had mentioned it in passing to Giles, just in case Michael asked his Grandpa anything about the situation, the news of Angel's death barely registered amongst the excitement.

"Hey" Spike grinned as he burst into the waiting room all of a sudden, "I'm a bloody father!" he said overly-loudly, and so full of apparent delight.

"Oh good show" Giles congratulated him, actually giving him a hug, though in a manly fashion of course. Michael was quick to get in on the action, wanting to know what was happening.

"Where's Mommy? Is she okay?" he asked urgently, "Is Little Bit okay?" he checked.

"Yes, mate" Spike assured the boy, picking him clear up off the floor and hugging him tight, "Your Mum's perfect, Michael, and so is your sister. You can come see them soon"

"Yay!" the boy cried delightedly, before saying he needed the bathroom. Spike sent him off in the right direction, before turning to Giles.

"He mention Angel at all?" he asked him.

"Not once" Giles shook his head, "To be honest I think the news of the baby has taken his father right out of his mind, which is probably a good thing"

"Could be" Spike nodded, "Buffy barely had time to let it sink in before the baby started coming, shock's probably what set her off" he mused, before his grin returned, "She's bloody beautiful, Giles, my baby girl. Can't hardly believe it"

"I have to admit I am quite jealous" the older man sighed, removing his glasses and cleaning them on his handkerchief, "I missed so much with Buffy, and then Michael"

"Well, you won't be missing a thing with this kid" Spike assured him, "Gonna need regular baby-sitting help y'know" he smirked.

"I shall be honoured" Giles smiled, meaning it truly.

It was a while later when Buffy and her new baby had been cleaned up and settled down that Giles and Michael were permitted to see them. The little boy was awe-struck at the sight of his sister and Buffy could've sworn there were tears in her fathers eyes as he looked at them.

"Hello, Little Bit" Michael grinned as he sat beside his mother on the bad and peered into the bundled blanket at his sister.

"Er, does she have a proper name yet?" Giles asked and Spike and Buffy shared a look before she replied.

"We were thinking Megan Joyce" the blonde told her father who nodded.

"I think that's a beautiful idea" he agreed, "Er, if you don't mind I'm just going to..." he gestured towards the door before disappearing out of the room.

"You think he's okay?" Buffy checked and Spike nodded.

"'S all a bit much for him I reckon, luv" he explained, "Got himself a gorgeous daughter and grandson, and now here's a granddaughter too. Enough to overwhelm a fella I shouldn't wonder" he considered, "Gotta tell you, 's bit much for even me to take in"

Megan chose this happy little family moment to start bawling and Michael worried it was him that had caused her outburst.

"'S not your fault, mate" Spike assured him as he offered to take the baby from Buffy, "Come here, little luv, come to Daddy" he said as he took her in is arms and rocked her til she was quiet again.

"Mommy?" Michael asked her in a whisper, though Spike was so close he could clearly hear the boy, "Now my other Daddy is gone, is Spike my new Daddy?" he checked, "Can I call him Daddy?"

The tears that had been welling up in Buffy's eyes now spilled over as she glanced between the two men who meant so much to her. Spike's smile threatened to split his face in two as his lover nodded.

"Yes, sweetie" she told her son, "If you want to call him Daddy, that's just fine"
"Cool" Michael smiled, turning his attention back to his sister and mumbling some nonsense or other about how pretty she was and how much he was going to help to take care of her. He barely noticed the conversation the grown-ups were having.

"You okay, pet?" Spike asked Buffy as she yawned, "You look done in"

"I'm tired" she admitted, "but more happy than I ever thought was possible" she smiled, "Are you okay?"

"More than bloody okay, luv" Spike told her, giving her a kiss, "I don't think I've ever been this happy, not sure I could ever get any happier, unless..."

"Unless...?" Buffy prompted him when his sentence disappeared into oblivion. Spike glanced away and spoke to Michael before placing Megan in her little cot. He told the boy to keep watch over her for a minute whilst he spoke to Buffy.

"Okay, so either I've got the lousiest timing in the world, or... well, here goes" Spike muttered as he sat down on the edge of the bed and took the blonde's hand in his, "You turned my life upside down, Summers" he smiled, "I knew when I first laid eyes on you that you were special but I never could've imagined all this. S'pose what I'm tryin' to say is, I love you, Buffy, more than I ever knew I could love anyone, and I love Michael and Megan, and I want us to be together, for the rest of our lives. I know it was tough on you, getting that letter today, and I'm not sayin' we should rush into anything but, Buffy, would you marry me?" he asked finally and she burst into floods of happy tears.

"Yes, Spike" she told him with a smile, "Yes, I'll marry you" she declared as he hugged and kissed her.

It was strange to think that such a happy little family scene could've been the result of one passionate night in a hotel room. It ought to have been just that, a one night stand, memories to be treasured but ultimately set to one side as life went on, but sometimes destiny strikes and it means more than that.

As Giles watched through the window he could see that what Buffy and Spike shared had always been so much more than lust and passion, they were very much in love too, and the children meant the world to them.

Life would not be perfect, not even easy, it never was, but on the whole it ought to be mostly happy from here on out, and that was enough.

The End

A/N2 : I am aware that I only have one WIP now this fic is over, which hasn;t happened in like forever! I do have new ideas for Spuffyness, but I've been lacking the time to properly plan and write much lately. Hopefully there will be new stories soon though, and in the meantime, your opinions on this one would be very much appreciated, so please review!