A/N: Thank you for your continued reviews and support of the fic. I like to see them especially after so long of a break.

Disclaimer: See Chapter 1

We finished dinner in I guess what one would call comfortable silence. Neither of us spoke unless it was about the meal itself which left us with a very limited conversation. Afterwards, I cleaned up and made the usual pot of tea for us, while she retreated to the study to read. When I look at her, I can see how she wants to make this work, to make us work. I also see the woman who has grown before my very eyes. I never thought that it was possible for us to reach this kind of a relationship, but it has and I am over the moon with joy because of it. Buffy is pregnant with my child, I couldn't be more thrilled.

I walk into the study with our tea and I set the set down and begin to make her a cup. Buffy has never really been one for tea, but she learned how to make it well while we were in Sunnydale. I hand her a cup and then try again to make idle conversation, anything to distract me from the whirl wind of the past few days.

"I picked up a new flavor I believe you may enjoy. It's a Lady Grey, similar to Earl Grey but has a citrus taste to it. In my opinion it requires less sugar, which is good for you." I watch as she takes a sip and a shy smile crosses her face.

"I like that, can we make it more often?"

"Of course." I take a sip from my cup then place it on the table in front of me. "I was thinking that tomorrow perhaps we could tour the head masters home."

"That would be nice."

"Yes, then we can see what we may need in it for all of us and get settled in before your pregnancy takes you out of commission so to speak."

"Giles, I'm pregnant not bed ridden, I think I can handle moving."

"I know you can handle it, but the doctor did say that you need to take it easy. Please obey his orders."

"I will try."

"Thank you." I pick up my cup and take another sip, I notice that she has gone back to her book and I start to read mine. I read the same sentence over and over again. I hardly notice the time and before I know it the clock has stroked the midnight bell and I look up to see Buffy has fallen asleep on the sofa yet again.

I place my book down, marking my page again, of course I never removed the marker from where it was when I started reading it. Instead of covering her with a blanket, I gently lift her and carry her to her room. In the past week I have now carried her twice and each time with more care and delicacy than the first time I did it all those years ago.

In her room I cover her with her blanket, as I tuck it in under her chin I fight with the urge to place a kiss on her forehead. I give into the fight and place a gentle kiss on the top of her temple. A shy smile crosses my face as I think about that gentle kiss.

I have come to the conclusion that I must wait and be patient, Buffy will tell me what I long to her in her own time. Until then I will bide mine.

I walk out of the room and know that somewhere in the cupboard I have a 20 year old scotch that's been hiding that could use to be opened. After all today would be a good day for a drink.