Previously
She could hold his hand when they were at the beach, hug him in the middle of the aisle at Wal-Mart, kiss him in front of everyone. All this thinking made her think about their future. When she suddenly spoke, not caring if she was interrupting their conversation, "Let's get married."
She looked up at Spike, head held high. His head snapped to her, shock spreading throughout his face, "What?"
Currently
The doctor looked between Buffy's confident face and Spike's shocked one, deciding that it would be better if he came back later and let them have a private moment for a bit. He quietly excused himself from the room, shutting the door softly, oblivious to either of the other occupants of the room.
Spike ran his fingers through his hair, "Did you just say what I think you said?" Hoping that she wouldn't mess with him this way. He had thought about it, no question in that, but to actually consider it? He honestly hadn't done that.
Buffy looked down at her hands, suddenly all too nervous, "Um, yeah. I did. I'm sorry, was that not a good thing to say? I'm sorry. I just-I just got to thinking and it-it all just started to-started to fall together. I'm sorry. Just-just forget that I said anything."
Hoping that he would drop it and he would go find where the doctor went to. Unfortunately, he didn't, "Is that what you want? To forget that you ever mentioned anything about us-us getting married?"
She blinked, 'No,' she thought to herself. She didn't want to forget about it. But she didn't want things to be strange between them just because she wanted to marry him. Hell, she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him. She didn't care if he wanted to marry her, just as long as she could spend the rest of her entire existence with him.
When she didn't answer, Spike asked again, "Buffy? Is that what you want?" When she looked up at him, she had tears in her eyes. He instantly felt like a git. He had never wanted her to cry, but he didn't want to forget that she had just suggested that they get married.
She shook her head, "No. That's not what I want. I just don't want things to be weird between us. What with the baby now, and then the whole finally able to be together, free of what Riley could possibly do..."
Anything else she had to say was cut off when she saw the look of awe and surprise on his face. She looked at him questioningly, "What? What's wrong?"
He barely got the words out at a low whisper, "What baby?"
She looked at him as if he had gone crazy, "What do you mean, 'what baby?'? Our baby. Wait. The-the doctor's didn't tell you?"
"No," He said sitting down beside her on the bed, "You're pregnant?"
She nodded. Buffy thought that they doctor would have told him that she was pregnant. She thought that it had to have come up when the doctor was explaining what was wrong with her and what needed to be done. But it hadn't. She had completely thrown him for a loop.
Spike got a goofy grin on his face, grabbing her hands in his, "I'm going to be a father?"
She smiled, squeezing his hands, "You're going to be a great father. The best father that this baby could ever hope for. And you know why? Because of the love that you give."
Spike smiled brightly at her, "You're going to be a fantastic mum. I just know it. I can already tell that you love the bit." Spike laid his head on her still flat stomach, trying to hear the heartbeat, knowing that there was no possible way that he could, "We're going to be parents, Buffy."
She played with the curls that the top of his hair had turned into when he kept running his fingers through it, "We're going to be parents. Great ones."
Spike kissed her stomach, then moved to kiss her on the mouth, but not before he whispered on her lips, "Marry me." Before she could answer, he kissed her so passionately that she thought she would pass out.
When they finally parted, she smiled at him, "That was my line. And you never answered me."
"Well, you never answered me," he said, putting his right arm over her to hold himself up over her body, slightly scooting up towards her, "So, what do you say, sweetheart? You wanna marry me? Like, tomorrow?"
She burst out laughing, "Tomorrow? No! Not tomorrow anyways. Now, next week, when I'm out of the hospital and I have a dress? Sure."
Grinning like a mad man, he kissed her on the lips, "Good, that gives me plenty of time to get you a proper ring, luv." He said right before he kissed her again.