Chapter 5
3 Weeks Later Summers House
Buffy had just finished throwing up again when Spike walked into the bathroom quickly. He grabbed a cup off the counter and filled it with water and handed it to her. He flushed the toilet, picked her up, and carried her back into her bedroom. "Rest babe I'll be right back," with that Spike walked back out of the room. As soon as he left the room Buffy turned over and oped her night stand, she grabbed what was inside and quickly ran to the bathroom.
The whimpering brought Spike running back up the stairs and straight to the bathroom. Not even bothering to knock he opened the door and dragged Buffy into his arms. "Hey what's wrong?" he had become more and more concerned about her health the past week.
"How do you feel about kids?" she asked quietly, if he didn't still have strong hearing he wouldn't of heard her.
"Well I would love some little nibblets running around the house but I don't see what that has to do with anything."
"I'm pregnant," she stated rather wobbly since she didn't want to completely shock him. Taking his silence for anger she started to silently cry again. She stopped though when she felt him put his hand over her stomach.
"Thank you," he whispered hoarsely. He kept whispering that over and over again until Buffy quietly chuckled.
"I'm honored your so happy with me but it takes two to do the horizontal tango." Spike smiled up at her but didn't reply. To see if she could get him to laugh she said, "I was hoping we could pick original names."
Spike snorted and said, "Hopefully nothing like Buffy." That comment got him smacked on the back of the head.
She retorted with, "Hopefully nothing as stuffy as William."
"I resent that."
"You were supposed too."
"Well we have eight more months to decide on a name."