A week later, Tara was released from the hospital. The doctors told Willow it was a miracle. She had no brain damage or anything.
Buffy felt different. Better. I almost died. Tara almost died. My baby almost died. I can't keep going on as if the world is ending… Buffy held her stomach. When yours is just beginning…
Spike opened Buffy's bedroom door. He stood in the doorway as she turned to him. She kept her hands on her stomach as she looked at Spike.
"How?" Spike asked, looking at Buffy as he never had before.
"I'm not sure." Buffy shrugged. "Who told you?"
"I was in Africa. A shaman there, he told me. I didn't believe it at first but then I had time to think. Then they told me you were shot. I came back as soon as I could." Spike stopped looking at the floor then gazed into Buffy's eyes. "Buffy… I'm so sorry. I mean it Buffy. I have no excuse for what I did. I want to start over." His voice honest. His eyes clear and willing, like those of a child.
"Spike. This baby doesn't change much. I'm still the slayer and you're still evil. We cant just cuddle up on the couch 'oohing' and 'ahhing' over sonogram pictures. Is that really us?" Buffy said, moving towards Spike.
"I just thought." He paused. "I've done so many horrible things during my existence. I've massacred, tortured, haunted, you name it I've done it. I've never done anything to make amends." Spike wiped a tear from his face.
"Spike, you've helped stop how many apocolypses now?" Buffy asked.
"…Letting you die in one." He whispered, the pain returning as he spoke.
Buffy inhaled deeply and walked almost nose to nose with Spike. She looked deep into his eyes before taking his hand and placing it onto the small bump forming on her stomach. He watched her actions closely as if he didn't deserve it.
"This is your chance to make amends, Spike." She told him, watching his face filled with joy. Spike couldn't understand how it happened but at this particular moment, he didn't care. He was just so happy that it did. Everything's okay now little bit, Daddy's here…