A/N: This is it, the final chapter, thanks to all of you who followed this story and I apologize for the long wait, I had a bunch of other stuff to work on. So enjoy and review, review, review.

11

Buffy, Willow, Dawn, Giles and Spike were all gathered into Buffy's small living room. The Slayer had her head in Spike's lap and he was absent-mindedly stroking her hair. Giles was pacing and explaining hurriedly.

"So, the prophecy was right, but then, what could this gift mean?" Buffy laid a hand softly on her belly. She knew then, with perfect certainty what the gift was. It all made sense, the dreams of her pregnancy beforehand, her dream just as Angel . . . . . Buffy swallowed hard, she bring herself to say it, she couldn't bring herself to even think that she would never see Angel again. She was different, now, ever since her last dream, she wasn't simply she, she was they.

"I know what the gift is" she murmured, softly, unsure if anyone had even heard her. When everyone turned to face her, she elaborated.

"I'm pregnant." Spike's body stiffened and she raised her head to stare at everyone. Giles was obviously flustered, removing his glasses and furiously wiping them.

"What do you mean?" Dawn asked.

"I'm pregnant. That's what the prophecy meant by 'a gift known only once before'. Robin's mom was a Slayer and she had a baby, don't you see? It all makes sense."

"Buffy, none of this makes sense anymore, how can you say with perfect certainty that the prophecy refers to you bearing a child?" Giles stared, wiping his glasses, almost angrily. Buffy looked down,

"I had a dream." She admitted finally.

"A dream, Buffy, you have been putting too much faith in your dreams lately. Even though you are the Slayer that does not mean that all your dreams are prophetic. The last dream you had only proves my point. You cannot. . . ."

"I can feel it" the Slayer whispered, everyone was instantly silent.

"I can feel it, inside me, like I've become more than one person, I'm not the same, anymore, Giles, I can feel it. Weren't you the one that told me to trust in my feelings?"

"Well, yes, but this is quite impossible, not only does it go against all supernatural rules but those of nature too, it is simply impossible to become pregnant through a dream."

"Well, Giles, since when has impossibility ever stopped me?"

"Well, never but. . . . ." Giles couldn't think of an argument, it was true that Buffy was unlike any other girl or Slayer out there and in fact, nothing was impossible.

"I believe her." Spike cut in, always quick to defend his Slayer. The others bowed their heads, silently accepting the latest twist on the roller coaster ride that was Buffy's life. Buffy smiled softly at her friends.

"Thank you, now, people, please, go away, I'm tired."

"Yup, she's pregnant alright." Dawn muttered and allowed herself to be ushered out of the room along with everyone else. When Spike got up to leave, Buffy stopped him with a hand on his arm.

"Where do you think you're going?" Spike motioned to the retreating backs of the other members of the Scooby gang.

"I'm leaving, with them; you said you wanted us people out so you could sleep."

"Since when have I ever considered you a person? Get back here; I need me some Spike-time." Spike grinned widely and snuggled in next to Buffy on the couch.

The sun was shining brightly, brighter then Spike had ever seen. The rolling hilltops around them glittered like emeralds and the sound of children's laughter was in the air.

"Oi," Spike called to the frolicking children.

"Liam, Anne, get back here before your mum has to waddle over there and get you." The dark-haired boy and blonde girl simply stuck their tongues out at him.

"Why don't you come get us, then, hmm?" Liam asked.

"Because I am way too comfortable to get off my arse to go chasing after you boneheads." Liam and Anne burst into giggles at Spike's use of the word 'arse' and Spike could tell that this particular approach wasn't going to work. He rummaged in the picnic basket until he found what he was looking for.

"Oi, niblets, I have a nice chocolate cake here and if you don't hurry up, I'm going to have to eat it all by myself" That sent the kids running towards him. Being the children of a Slayer and a vampire, their running speeds were above average and they were on Spike in a second. Buffy stirred in Spike's lap, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. He turned his attention to her immediately, laying a hand on her large, swollen, pregnant belly.

"You're up." He observed.

"Well, yeah, it could be the screaming or the blatant swearing in front of my children or the bribing and just for the record, I don't waddle." Spike laughed and Buffy forced herself to sit up, arms buckling under the added strain the extra weight put on her.

"I'm sorry, luv, cake?" Buffy wrinkled her nose.

"Not today, one of these little monsters doesn't like chocolate and it's taking it out on me." She glared meaningfully at her stomach and poked at it with a finger. Looking up at Spike, she caught him staring at her.

"What? Do I have sleep drool all over my face?" She wiped at her face with the back of her hand and Spike laughed.

"No, it's just, you look so pretty like this, so happy."

"Yeah, well, I won't be looking pretty or happy in another month" Spike looked thoughtful for a second.

"A month, eh?"

"Well, actually, more like 29 days, 7 hours and 32 minutes" The sunlight bounced off of Spike's bleached blonde hair as he laughed.

"You have a countdown going?"

"Yeah, well, you try gaining like a million pounds, having weird cravings and an almost incessant need to pee, not to mention the constant soccer game being played with my internal organs and see if you don't start a countdown too." Spike surveyed Buffy lovingly, a hint of a smirk on his face. Buffy closed her eyes and leaned her head against Spike's shoulder.

"I am never doing this again."

"You said that last time, luv"

"I know" Buffy pouted, "but this time I mean it"

"So, why did you get pregnant again this time if last time was so horrible?"

"Because I wanted to give you a chance to even the score. I see the way you look at Liam and Anne, there's this little glint in your eye that says that you know that you're their dad, but not their father. I wanted you to be able to be a father." Spike smiled, a wave of love washing over him for the remarkable woman sitting next to him.

"But if I'd known it would be twins again, I wouldn't have done it. You ain't worth that kind of pain." Spike forced a look of mock surprise onto his face as Buffy turned to look at him with a smirk on her face,

"I die for you and you tell me I'm not worth the pain of childbirth?"

"Hey, buddy, before we start comparing death stats, check your memory, I've died twice, don't pull that 'I died for you' crap cause it ain't gonna fly" Spike's laugh mingled with Liam and Anne's, who were off running around again.

"Hey, look at it this way, if we ever decide to form a football league, we'll have even sides." Buffy punched Spike in the chest.

"Very funny, wise guy, but you're forgetting, this time it's two girls." Buffy put on a mask of false worry.

"But, oh no, what will poor Liam do with three sisters? We don't want him turning too feminine, do we?" Spike's pride flared to the surface.

"Hell no, no son of mine will turn into a Nancy-boy. He may be the poof's spawn, but he's my son, I'll keep him in line." Buffy laughed, he laugh almost as youthful and happy as her children's.

"So, what about names?"

Spike woke up with a start, clutching a sleeping Buffy in his arms. He looked over at her, smiling. She always looked so peaceful when she was sleeping. Lying back down, he was struck with the sudden thought that for once in his life, everything would be alright.

The end.