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Buffy made her way through the cemetery trying to find something to kill since the past hour had been lacking action. She sighed, wishing that a demon would pop out any minute. It had just been a couple of hours since Xander had come over to her house and talked to her. He still was not happy at the idea of her being pregnant with a vampire's child, but he was willing to give her support. He had asked her the same question that Dawn had asked, did she love him? She had simply told him no, which was true but she couldn't help but hear a nagging voice in her head remind her that there was a part of her that cared for him.

When she told Xander she was heading for patrol, he asked when she was going to quit doing that, after all being pregnant and fighting was not the smart thing to do. She had told him that she didn't know. She had often thought about that but she just couldn't face thinking about it yet. She was a Slayer, her job was to slay vampires and she wasn't exactly prepared to take a break from it. It seemed like such a long time ago that she used to complain about slaying, but in recent years she had come to almost enjoy it. Well she enjoyed the regular fights not the apocalyptic fights, which mostly resulted in somebody's death, mainly her own, at least twice it had been.

Buffy stopped when she saw a hand shooting up from the ground of one of the nearby tombstones. Shortly, a newly risen vampire had clawed its way through its coffin and dirt, just as she had a year and a couple of months before. She shook away the memories that threatened to take over her, and whipped out her stake. The fledging noticed her as soon as it finished dusting itself off, his face shifted to that of a demon and let out an inhuman growl.

"Hello, so how was your day? Besides being turned into a vamp and coming out of your coffin?" Buffy said conversationally, to which the vampire just growled in response, studying her.

The vampire then jumped forward trying to knock her on to the ground, but he missed by an inch, because she moved just in time. Turning to find him on the ground she said, "I guess you're just hungry aren't ya? Right, so how about we skip meal time and you go straight to nap time?"

Before the vamp could make a move she landed on top of him, landing a punch in his face, he squirmed under her and pushed out of the way. She quickly got back on her feet, and avoided some of the punches the vamp threw, but she was hit square in the jaw, which sent her reeling onto the floor. The vamp approached her, but as he tried to make in a move, he froze for a moment then burst into ashes. Buffy coughed, waited for the ashes to clear, and then stood, clutching the stake to her hand.

A few minutes later into her walk, she turned sensing someone behind her.

"What are you doing here Spike?" She asked, sounding harsher than she meant to. It was her automatic tone whenever he was around, and it was hard to stop.

"Out for a walk," He replied, leaning casually against a tombstone.

He seemed to have gain his sanity back, which was good in a way, but bad because it meant she had to deal with him. She didn't know what was worse dealing with insane Spike or sane Spike. She wasn't even sure if he remembered her confession earlier in the basement.

"I guess walks really do clear minds," Buffy said.

Spike looked at her then said, "I suppose they do. I'm feelin' rather sane at the moment."

Buffy nodded. "I can tell. Which is good for you. And you should keep walking 'cause it's working and I'll just be on my way, finishing patrol."

She started to walk away from him. She had decided that she wasn't ready to talk to him yet, the sudden nervousness had overwhelmed her.

"Buffy wait, we need to talk," his British voice rang through the otherwise silent night.

She paused in mid step and froze, wondering what he wanted to talk about. Not turning to face him yet she asked, "About?"

He didn't speak for a moment. "About earlier. I might I've been out of my mind, but if memory serves you came to the basement didn't you? Took a while to get my mind all sorted it out to realize that it was actually you that came to the basement and talked to me. I'm right?"

Buffy turned and almost let the word no escaped her lips. Bracing herself for the rest of the talk she answered, "Yes, I did go to the basement earlier."

She walked towards him, standing a few feet away from him.

"Good to know that I'm not fully out of my mind. But then again, I really must be off my rocker, 'cause I heard you saying that you were pregnant with my child." He let out a humorless laugh.

She forced her gaze on him and said, "You're not totally insane, because it's true. I'm pregnant with your child."

His showed surprise only for a moment, then another emotion stirred in them. He narrowed his eyes and his mouth was set in a thin line.

"Sorry, but you must be mistaken, saying that you're pregnant with my child. Don't think I need to remind you, but vamps can't father kids. It's bloody impossible. My little ones aren't alive and kickin' if you know what I mean."

Pausing for a moment, he went on not bothering to wait for her explanation. "Didn't take you long to move on, huh? Had an itch that you couldn't scratch by yourself, didn't cha? Let me guess Captain Cardboard showed up again, this time for a little demon huntin' in your bed or maybe it was that git, Richard. Wasn't what you wanted, though was it? Got left with a little something extra."

He watched as her eyes narrowed and the next thing he knew, her fist met his jaw and an audible smack echoed throughout the cemetery.

He rubbed his aching jaw. "Truth hurts doesn't it, love."

"How dare you?" She fumed. "I did not sleep with any of them and why would I be telling you it's your child if it wasn't? It's yours, I haven't been with anyone else since…I don't have a clue on how and why it happened, but it did."

Her eyes were what finally made him realize she was actually being sincere, along with her words. The information took a few minutes to sink in before his brain could let his mouth make any type of noise. He was going to be a father, something that was not supposed to be possible. He, being a vampire, could not, was not supposed to be able to father a child. The woman he loved was the mother, something that he could have only thought up in dreams. She didn't love him and probably never would. Most likely, she probably didn't even want his child. He blinked as if that would help stop the millions of thoughts appearing in his head at that moment.

"So, you planning on getting rid of it?" Spike finally spoke.

Buffy's eyes widened slightly for a moment. What the hell? She had never expected Spike to even suggest that. Certain times it had crossed her mind that maybe he didn't even want the baby, but she had quickly tried to dismiss the idea. After all, even if he wasn't here for her, she would have to take care of her child anyway. It was already decided, she was keeping the baby.

"What? No. I could never… How could you even say that? Is that what you want me to do?" Buffy asked him.

Spike internally was glad that she hadn't said yes. Well he had doubted it that she would but he couldn't help but check. "I just thought that's what you wanted to do, considerin' this kid's a part of me and you don't want any part of me."

"I know this baby is part of you and m-me too. I'm keeping it. A-A-nd, if you want to be there for the baby, then you can 'cause, well I know how it feels to not really have a dad be there for you. This does not mean we're together though."

Spike nodded in understanding, surprised that the Slayer had even suggested that he could play a role in his baby's life even in if they weren't together. He was preparing himself for the speech of 'you better not come near my baby or me or I'll stake you.'

"It's late, I better get home," she announced and quickly left without further word.

When Buffy entered the house, the phone was ringing. She ran and managed to get the phone on time. She wondered who would be calling at 1 am in the morning,

"Hello?"

After a few minutes, she replaced the receiver on the handle. Dawn appeared at the top of the stairs.

She rubbed her still sleepy eyes. "Who was it?"

"It was the coven, the one Willow's been attending. They say she's coming home." Buffy informed her.