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CHAPTER FOUR
Spike paced the hallway of the hospital, his agitation growing every time he turned to retrace his steps. It had only been an hour since he'd brought Buffy in and he knew that these things took time, but surely he should have heard something... anything... by now.
Buffy emerged from the room with a nurse by her side. "You need to take it easy, Miss Summers," admonished the nurse as she walked away from the pair.
Spike raised a questioning brow and Buffy tiredly slipped one arm into her jacket as she sighed, "False alarm. The nurse said it could have been stress related."
Spike reached out and helped her get the jacket on the rest of the way as he stammered, "Stress related? Oh God, Buffy, I'm a git. I didn't mean to stress you."
She smiled and rubbed her belly. "Don't be silly, it's fine. I'm fine and so is the baby."
They slowly made their way to the parking lot and Spike opened the passenger door of his trusty DeSoto then helped her ease down onto the seat. He waited until she'd pulled her feet in then softly shut the door and hurried around the car. He dropped into the driver's seat and pulled his door closed then startled when Buffy laid her hand on his arm and sighed quietly, "I'm sorry."
He tilted his head in confusion. "Sorry? For what?"
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A few nights earlier at The Bronze.
"Oh my God! Is that Spike with Doyle over there?" asked Willow in a shocked whisper.
"Yeah, did you guys not know he was back?" asked Xander. He took a sip of his beer then smirked, "Judging by the shock on everybody's faces... I'm gonna go with no."
"Xander, how could you not tell me? Oh God, he's coming over here!" She was well on her way to a full blown panic when she suddenly had an idea. "Anya, give me your wedding ring!"
"What? Why?" she asked defensively, holding her left hand as far away from the crazed pregnant woman as she could.
"Just give it!"
Xander shot his wife a look that clearly said, 'Don't anger the preggo! Give her what she wants!' Anya huffed indignantly then wearily handed over her ring.
Buffy immediately slipped it on her finger and laboriously dismounted the chair then proceeded to push through the crowd toward Spike. Anya hissed loudly, "Be careful with that!" as she shot an incredibly nervous look at her ring. "Don't lose it!"
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Present day
"I shouldn't have told you I was married, but I just kinda freaked out when I saw you," she whispered, looking down at the floor of the car as she twisted her hands together in her lap.
"I can understand that, Buffy. When I saw you again, I was terrified." He let out a sigh of relief at getting that off his chest and she smiled over at him, looking just the way she used to. 'Why does she do that? She's melting my heart.' he thought to himself, placing his hand on top of hers. "So you're all alone in this then?"
"Pretty much... but I've got the guys and Giles and Dawn, obviously. Pretty much got everybody I need or could possibly want." She smiled sadly and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear.
"Still, don't you think the father should have some say?" He caught her eye and she immediately looked out the window of the car. "You do know who he is... right?"
Her head whipped around, her eyes burning with anger. "Of course I know who he is! What kind of skanky whore do you think I am?"
He took a deep breath and apologized, "I'm sorry, pet, of course you do, and that was uncalled for." He tried on a small smile. "I seem to have an acute case of foot in mouth disease today; I didn't mean anything by it."
She sighed and laid her head back on the seat. "Look, I'm tired. Can we play twenty questions another night?"
Spike nodded. "Of course, luv. Let me get you home."
