Author's Chapter Notes:
Thank you so much for staying with me, I'm so glad people still seem to be reading this story!



Okay, so in this chapter you'll get the answer to why everything's been happening so fast during the last chapters... Hopefully you'll enjoy it, thank you Chriss for betaing, and for the name of the chapter! You're an angel honey!
Chapter 32 - Expect The Unexpected

Spike’s hand was grasping Buffy’s tightly in his hand as they walked the streets of the small town, almost a week later, doing some grocery shopping. Well, almost just grocery shopping. It was hard, Buffy realized, when she hadn’t had any time to check the rest of the stores. Especially when there seemed to be sales in each and every one of them.

It was so unlike her to not have spent all her money on clothes and other things by now, she had after all been in Cornwall for almost nine weeks.

Nine weeks.

Buffy couldn’t help but feel a little melancholy when thinking about that and she’d done it a whole bunch during the few last days. It was almost time to go home and she didn’t want to. Really, really didn’t want to. She loved it here with Spike, Lily, Willow, Tara, Giles… Everyone. Of course, she missed her family and friends back home but somehow this new place had made such a strong impression on her that she didn’t exactly long to be going home again.

School would start again and she’d go back to her normal life. Without Spike.

She knew that it would happen eventually, but she had been avoiding the thought for as long as possible. Now, it was almost not possible with so little time left.

Buffy was snapped back to present when she felt Spike’s warm hand embrace hers a little more. She glanced at him with a smile on her face.

“Thought I lost you there for a moment,” Spike said and Buffy blushed a little.

“Sorry, lost in my own little world I guess,” she answered as they were coming closer to the grocery store. Spike nodded and followed her gaze, somehow knowing that she wasn’t telling him everything. But on the other hand, he hadn’t told her everything either.

He knew that soon she’d be leaving and they still hadn’t had a chance to talk about it. Well, that wasn’t true. They’d had weeks of chances to talk but neither of them had, always pushing the subject away and decided to ‘live in the moment’.

Spike was starting to get worried that it wasn’t the right choice, to just procrastinate the subject and yet he couldn’t bring himself to say it. Honestly, he was almost scared, scared that she’d laugh right into his face for thinking that… Well, what was he thinking?

All he knew was that he didn’t want to lose her and he was slowly doing just that by ignoring the big talk.

I will do it. Tonight, he decided as they entered the small store, feeling more determined now but somehow he knew that it would change tonight. He’d be terrified again and probably screw it up – but this was it. He had to. He didn’t even know when she was going home for god’s sake. He had to know, wanted to know.

It will be okay.

They had decided to cook dinner at Spike’s apartment for them and Lily later on, therefore all the shopping of delicious food. Buffy picked up a basket and together they started to walk through the store, selecting the different ingredients that were needed for their meal.

“Buffy, I was meaning to talk to you later, I –“

“Oh, look at that little cutie!” Buffy squealed and put her hand to her mouth, interrupting whatever Spike was going to say as she grabbed his arm and dragged him over to the shelf, full of small stuffed up animals.

Spike held his breath as he followed her, pushing back the thoughts of preparing her for what he wanted to talk about tonight. He put on a smile as Buffy picked up a pink elephant, grinning like a mad man.

“Cute, huh?”

“Almost cuter than you, pet,” Spike told her with an arched eyebrow. Buffy slapped his chest and pouted.

“You’re mean.”

“Oh, look at that lip,” Spike teased and leant forward, resting his forehead against hers with a smile on his lips as he slowly got closer and closer to her lips. He was merely inches away when Buffy pushed him away, a satisfied grin on her face.

“Nope, Spikey. You’re evil, that equals no kisses.”

Spike pouted the most adorable pout she’d ever seen and couldn’t help but let out a chuckle and place a consoling kiss on his cheek. “Sorry, honey. You’ll have to make it up to me,” she added with a suggestive raise of her eyebrows. His eyes darkened as he watched her.

“And how do you propose I do it?”

Buffy took a step closer to him, standing so close to him she could feel the warmth of his chest as she smiled mischievously. “I have few suggestions, but… I’ll tell you them tonight,” she finished and stepped away from him, feeling her heart beat faster as she heard his low growl.

“You better,” he murmured. Buffy turned around with a smile and pressed the elephant to his face. “

“Don’t you think that Lily would just love this one?”

Spike tilted his head. “Maybe. But I do know she likes dogs all the more.”

Buffy wrinkled her nose and glanced at the yellow dog. “You think she would want a yellow dog?”

“You think she’d want a pink elephant?” Spike replied, one arched eyebrow.

“See your point,” Buffy nodded with a pensive expression on her face as she put back the dog and the elephant. “But I still think the elephant is cute.”

“Know you do. How about the tiger up there? The only one looking as it’s supposed to.”

Buffy followed his gaze to the shelf again and smiled in satisfaction. “That’s the one!”

”Glad we finally agreed on something,” Spike sighed and earned a scowl from Buffy.

“We ‘fought’ about two seconds.”

“Two seconds too much.”

Buffy shook her head as she turned back to the shelf and reached one hand up to the upper shelf were it was placed when she suddenly felt a weird sense of dizziness fall over her. She stopped, half there, stilling her movements as she tried to focus on the things in front of her.

Spike frowned worriedly at her and tilted his head to the side. “Buffy? You okay?”

She shook her head. “Fine, just felt a little…”

Trying to prove him she was right, she reached up again and grabbed the animal just as she felt a wave of nausea wash over her. She let out a little gasp and dropped both the animal and the basket full of groceries to the floor which fell out of it as she stepped backwards, the dizziness coming back in double form.

The last thing she heard before falling to the ground was Spike calling her name, then all went black.




The constant and steady beeping of a machine slowly woke her up from sleep. She tried to open her eyes but they felt too heavy. Groaning slightly, she closed them again, hearing small noises in the background that sounded like someone walking on the floor, towards her.

By cure curiosity she tried to open her eyes again and succeeded this time, although it took her eyes a few moments to focus on the surroundings. Why was everything so blurry?

“Spike?” She mumbled as she saw the figure of a person moving around the room. Blinking a few times as the person spoke she realized that it wasn’t Spike’s voice, it was a woman’s.

“Miss Summers? I’m glad you’re awake. I’ll call on the doctor right the way.”

Buffy frowned and shook her head. “W-what… what doctor?”

“You’re at the hospital, honey,” the female voice said and Buffy could finally make out the person as a young woman in her early twenties with a kind smile on her face.

“At the hospital?” Buffy repeated in disbelief and tried to sit up, only to groan as she felt a strong headache approaching. “You sure I’m not just hung over?”

The nurse chuckled and helped Buffy lie down again. “You fainted and hit your head during the fall. Do you remember anything of it?”

“No, I… Well, yes, I was in the store with my friend but then it’s all gone.”

“That’s not so strange, you fell in the store. You’re friend drove you here.”

“Spike,” Buffy whispered and glanced about the room without any sign of him. “I-is he here?”

The nurse nodded. “He’s in the waiting room. I will tell him that you’re awake once the doctor has had a little talk with you. I’ll be right back.”

Before Buffy could say anything else the woman was out of the door and shut it with a little thud. Buffy groaned and closed her eyes again. What’s wrong with me? I’ve never fainted like that before. I must have low blood pressure…

This is embarrassing, Spike must think I’m so lame, fainting all over the place, she mocked herself, tiling her head to the other side. It didn’t take long until the door was opened once again, this time by an older woman with long dark hair and a warm smile that made Buffy instantly feel very safe.

“Hello, Miss Summers. I’m Doctor Dana Gellar. How are you feeling?”

”Like someone decided to throw a rock on my head, and let me tell you, a big rock.”

The doctor laughed and made her way over to Buffy and sat down in the chair beside her bed. “That’s because of the fall. Does it hurt anywhere else?”

Buffy felt after for a second before shaking her head no.

“Good, then I don’t think you’ll have any after-effects from the fall,” she said and wrote down something in her note block.

“So I can go home?” Buffy asked and the doctor nodded.

”Yes you can. But before that, I would want you to fill out some papers and – ”

“Sure,” Buffy said and slowly moved to sit up, feeling the urge to leave as soon as possible.

“But there’s also something else I’d like to talk to you about,” the doctor said, her expression turning serious.

Buffy glanced up at her face and suddenly got a little worried, the woman had recently given her so promising sights she felt extremely light-hearted, now that feeling was disappearing. Quickly.

“Does it have to do with why I fainted?” She wondered. “I could have eaten too little. I usually eat pretty regularly but I have been skipping meals this week. Or maybe I have low blood pressure – “

Buffy rambled on and the doctor shook her head. “I don’t think it’s because of what you’ve not eaten, Buffy.”

Buffy felt a deep worry down in her chest and a millions of worst scenarios ran through her head. “W-what’s wrong?” she asked, her voice hoarse.

Is there something seriously wrong with me? What if it’s cancer… Oh god, what if I’m dying? What if I’m…

“You’re pregnant, Buffy.”

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