Buffy stood in her bathroom staring down at the unopened pregnancy test. Knowing that her mother was waiting just down the stairs for her, she let out a heavy sigh and opened the box. Reading the directions carefully, Buffy removed the test from the box and set it on the counter while she sat down on the toilet.
Careful not to pee on her hands, Buffy put the test between her legs and peed on it enough to get an accurate result. Replacing the cover, she put the test on the sink and finished going to the bathroom.
She sat on the edge of the tub waiting out the longest three minutes of her life. Her stomach was in knots and her palms were sweaty from nerves. Wiping her hands on her jeans, she looked at the gold bracelet that adorned her wrist. Always and forever Spike had promised. Would he still feel the same way if she was pregnant? They still had at least four more years of school left let alone the careers they wanted, she could hardly do it now let alone with a baby.
It had only been one minute. Buffy had two more to go and she was starting to get antsy. Maybe asking her mother to be alone wasn’t such a good idea. Needing someone there for when she got the results, Buffy left the bathroom to get her mom. She didn’t even make it out of her room before she ran into her mother.
“Mom, can you come and wait with me?” Buffy asked in a small voice.
“Of course honey,” Joyce agreed and wrapped her arm around her daughter’s shoulder leading her back into the bathroom.
Buffy stopped right outside the bathroom door and looked at her mother.
“Mom can you look?”
Joyce nodded her head and walked into the bathroom. Picking up the test from the counter she took one look at it and then turned to her daughter.
Buffy stood there holding her breath. This was it. Her entire future rested on what her mother was about to say. Closing her eyes, she braced herself for the worst, but hoped for the best. She really hoped that Spike had meant what he said, that no mater what, he wasn’t going to leave her.
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Spike was in his room packing all of his presents when he heard a soft knock at the door.
“Come in.”
Giles opened his nephew’s door and sat on the edge of his bed. “So, you all packed?”
“Just about. Mum has some last minute things in the wash, but other than that I’m good,” Spike replied as he zipped his suitcase up and put it on the floor.
“What time is your flight tomorrow?” Giles asked curiously.
“Leave at eleven in the evening, but I have to be there at nine,” Spike replied sitting on the bed next to his uncle.
“Have you told Buffy that you’re coming home?”
Spike let a smile cross his lips. “Nope. ‘M gonna surprise her at her mum and da’s house Christmas mornin’.” He couldn’t wait to see the look on his girl’s face when she would see him standing at her parent’s door.
Giles let out a soft chuckle and shook his head. Buffy was sure to have a bloody heart attack seeing William back so soon.
Spike got up from the bed and grabbed his jacket from the chair. “I’m gonna head to the pub for one last real beer before I have to go back and drink that crap they try to pass off as beer, want to join me?” Spike asked his uncle.
Giles got up and nodded in agreement. “Make sure your mother knows we’re leaving,” he reminded as he walked out of Spike’s room to grab his jacket and scarf.
“Mum, Rupert and I are headin’ to the pub,” Spike bellowed down the hall to his mother who was in the kitchen.
Giles rolled his eyes. “Dear Lord William, I could have bloody done that,” he grumbled exasperatedly.
“What?” Spike asked with a perplexed look on his face.
“Oh never mind,” Giles sighed.
Spike walked into the living room to see his mother standing there with a firm look on her face.
“William, I didn’t raise you to shout through the house like some heathen child,” Anne scolded.
“Sorry Mum,” Spike apologized.
“Now come here and let me put this scarf on you so you don’t catch your death of cold,” Anne fussed pulling her son to her to wrap a scarf firmly around his neck.
“Mum you’re gonna choke me,” Spike whined as his mother tied his scarf tightly.
“Nonsense,” Anne replied as she shook her head. Once she was satisfied that her son was warm enough to venture outside, she smiled and gave his cheek an affectionate pat.
Spike waited for his mother to turn her back and then tugged at his scarf to loosen it enough to breath. Checking his pockets to make sure he had his smokes and wallet, he sat on the couch to wait for his uncle.
Giles walked in the living room and turned to Spike. “Ready?”
Anne walked over to her brother and gave him a pointed look.
“Rupert what’s the point of wearing a scarf if you don’t tie it properly?” Anne scolded her younger brother as she turned her attention to tying his scarf in the same fashion she had her sons.
“Dear Lord Anne, what are you doing?” Giles complained as he tried to fend his sister off.
Anne yanked at the material around Giles’ neck and rolled her eyes. “Hold still Rupert,” she demanded.
“I swear you’re worse than William,” she pointed out with a shake of her head.
Spike sat on the couch snickering as he watched his mother treat his grown uncle in the way you would a wayward child.
Giles peered over his sister’s shoulder and shot his nephew a dirty look. “William you best keep your gob shut or you’ll be walking to the airport tomorrow,” he warned.
“Now, now, you know Mum would never have that,” Spike taunted his uncle.
Anne shook her head and let out an exasperated sigh. “I swear you two act like a couple of five year old boys instead of grown men.”
Spike got up from the couch and placed a kiss to his mother’s cheek. “Yeah, but you still love us,” he replied cheekily before heading out the door.
“Only god knows why,” Anne replied teasingly.
Giles pecked his sister’s cheek and headed towards the door. “We won’t be out too late,” he promised.
“Right,” Anne replied knowing better.
Then, giving her brother a warning look, she added, “And Rupert if you get my William drunk, you best find a place for the two of you to stay the night because I will have both your hides.”
Giles knew all to well of his sister’s wrath and had no intentions of seeing it anytime soon. “I would do no such thing,” he replied with an innocent look on his face.
“I mean it Rupert. William may be leaving tomorrow, but you’re stuck with me for another week,” she pointed out.
“Yes Anne,” he agreed and then turned to catch up with his nephew.
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Joyce let out a sigh of relief. “It’s negative,” she informed her daughter, who was beginning to turn a slight shade of blue from holding her breath.
Buffy snapped her eyes open and released the breath she had been holding. Negative. The word was music to her ears. Letting the relief wash over her, she walked in the bathroom and took the test from her mother’s hand. Sure enough, there was only one blue line.
Joyce had never been more relieved in her entire life. But now that she knew her daughter wasn’t pregnant, she was most definitely going to have a talk with her about responsibility.
“Buffy I’m glad things turned out good for you, but now we’re going to sit down and have a little talk,” Joyce informed her daughter with a look on her face that said ‘this is not up for discussion’.
Buffy knew there was no getting around talking to her mom, so she relented and agreed. “Alright, but if you start in on the birds and the bees, I am so out of here,” Buffy replied.
“No sweetie, I think you have that covered,” Joyce replied with a pointed look.
Buffy let out a groan. God this was going to be beyond embarrassing.
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Spike and his uncle were walking home from the pub in comfortable silence. They had had quite a few beers , but they weren’t exactly drunk, just more…. relaxed.
The urge to call Buffy was heavy on Spike’s mind, but he knew if Buffy thought for even a second that he had been drinking, she would be brassed off right n’ proper. Besides he knew if he talked to her he would end up spilling the surprise about him coming home. After all he did have a tendency to get loose lipped when he drank.
Giles looked over to his nephew. “William?”
“Yeah?” Spike answered glancing over at his uncle.
“Things must be pretty serious between you and Buffy for you to return home early,” Giles commented.
“I suppose,” Spike answered cautiously. What was his uncle trying to ask?
Giles had heard William on the phone the other day and over heard him talking to Buffy about a possible pregnancy. To say he was concerned was the very least. Knowing that beating around the bush wasn’t going to get him anywhere, he decided to take the blunt approach.
“William, is Buffy pregnant?”
Spike was completely taken aback by his uncle’s line of questioning. Where in the bloody hell had that come from? With a questioning look he asked, “Why do ask?”
“Well, I may have overheard you on the phone the other day,” Giles admitted sheepishly.
“You were ease dropping on my conversation?” Spike asked incredulously, anger evident in his voice.
“Not on purpose,” Giles defended. “I was passing by your room and I heard the word pregnant. So yes, it peaked my attention.”
“Regardless, you shouldn’t have been listenin’ to m’conversations,” Spike pointed out heatedly.
“Yes, I know it was wrong, but it still leaves the question, is Buffy pregnant?” Giles asked again, concern etched in his voice.
It was a question Spike didn’t have an answer to. Buffy still hadn’t taken a test the last time he had talked to her in the hopes that she would just start her period, but the question of whether or not they were going to be parents or not weighed heavily on both their minds.
“It’s possible,” Spike replied quietly.
“Bloody hell,” Giles groaned. How could his nephew be so stupid?
With a disappointed look he asked, “Have you spoken to your mother about this?”
“No, and you won’t say a bloody word to her,” Spike stated adamantly.
“She won’t hear anything from me, it’s not my place to tell her William,” Giles assured his nephew.
They had reached his mother’s house and Spike was glad for it. He really didn’t want to have to talk to his uncle about this now. All he wanted to think about was going home to Buffy. As far as the possibility of Buffy being pregnant, well they would have deal with that when he got home.
With a quick nod, Spike said a quick good night and walked in the house.
Giles watched his nephew walk in the door and let out a sigh. He would most definitely say an extra prayer tonight for William and Buffy, because if she was pregnant, all hell was going to break loose.
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