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tehe, yeah, yeah, I’m evil I know but so what. Anyways, thanks so much for the reviews! I so totally love you all! Buffy listens to one of my all time favorite songs in the chapter so if ya can, I recommend that you download Tegan and Sara’s ‘Walking with a Ghost’. Actually anything by Tegan and Sara is my favorite but still. Okay well on with that chapter now…
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“I’m pregnant.”

Spike almost chocked on his tongue when the words left her mouth.

Pregnant?

No, no she couldn’t be pregnant.

Pregnant Harmony was bad! Really fucking bad!

“Bloody hell!”

“Spikey,” Harmony laid a hand on his arm and he had to force himself not to wrench away, “This isn't so bad. I mean we were going to start a family after I was a rich and famous actress. So what if we’re starting a little teensy weensy bit early?”

Who cared?

He fucking cared is who!

“Are, are you sure?” he asked, praying to god that this was just a sick little joke or a dream. The urge to pinch himself was almost unbearable.

She nodded before she flung herself into his arms, “I’m sure. We’re gonna have a baby!”

Spike held her stiffly, just hoping to wake up from this nightmare.

To bad that it wasn’t a nightmare.

******

“I was walking with a ghost,” Buffy sang along softly to Tegan and Sara’s ‘Walking with a Ghost’, “I said please, please don’t insist. I was walking with a ghost…”

She was lying at the end of her bed, her head hanging off the edge looking up at the picture of Milly and Charlie. Her sketch book lay forgotten at her side.

They were simply beautiful together. All smiles and love. Charlie and Milly had been made for each other, there was no doubt but Milly had had him taken away from her so unfairly. Doomed to spend her life without her true love. Yet she’d loved none the less and that has to be better than to never love at all.

She’d thought she’d been in love with Angel. She really had but it hadn't been real love. It was the classic tale of the young girl head over heels with the older, gorgeous, brooding man. She’d followed him around like a little puppy until he’d finally noticed her. Things after that had only gone downhill.

Geesh, had she been pathetic enough?

She rolled over onto her stomach and grabbed her sketch book, flipping it open to a clean page before grabbing her pencil.

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes as the lead hit the paper. She made one sharp, clean stroke on the paper, her eyes still closed and before she knew it she was drawing. What was she drawing? She’d find out when she was done.

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Why Harmony had to tell her father tonight, the day after he’d found out was beyond him. He didn’t want to know she was pregnant himself. He was pretty sure that Patrick didn’t want to either. Tonight, it was going to be casual dinner conversation.

“Buffy!” Joyce bellowed up the stairs, “Come downstairs for dinner!”

“I’m not hungry!” Spike heard her call back down and couldn’t help but feel thankful.

God, Buffy. Buffy was going to find out.

“Buffy,” Joyce’s voice took on a slightly irritated edge, “You can join us for one dinner! Get down here now!”

There was a pause before angry footsteps started down the hall and then the stairs.

“Why is it so important that I come down anyways?” Buffy sighed, staring at her mother, yet to notice him.

“Because Harmony says she has a big announcement. Aren't you the least bit curious?”

Buffy stopped as though to contemplate it, a mock-thoughtful look on her face. She released her bottom lip from her teeth and shook her head, “Uh no. I think I’ll pass.”

“Buffy…” this time it was a warning.

“Okay fine, whatever,” Buffy sighed, shaking her head again and walking past her mother and Spike, who she’d been ignoring. Let’s see what the bimbo has to say.

Spike stood frozen for a second. She’d walked right past him into the living room with out as much as acknowledging his presence.

******

There was an uneasy silence hovering over the table. The only noise was the clinking of silverware on plates. It was killing Buffy.

“So Spike,” Patrick finally said, “How’s school?”

Spike looked up from his plate in which he’d spent more of the meal staring at, “Uh, fine. Passing everything.”

Patrick nodded, “That’s good. I don’t want my baby with a boy without a head on his shoulders.”

Buffy mentally scoffed. If he had a head on his shoulders or any balls, he wouldn’t have come onto her the other day. Idiot.

“Well,” Joyce set her fork down on the table next to her plate, “What’s this big announcement you kids have?”

Buffy looked at Spike and smirked slightly, “Yes, do tell.”

Spike opened his mouth to start to speak until Harmony delivered a sharp kick to his shin. He had to bit his tongue not to ask the bitch what her bloody problem was.

“I wanna tell!” she exclaimed before smiling widely, “Daddy, Joyce, Buffy,” she had spit out Buffy’s name like it was poison, “Spikey and me are gonna have a baby!”

Joyce stared, Patrick shot up from his seat and Buffy couldn’t help but smirk.

Fuck up their lives much?

She decided to ignore the sickening sinking feeling in her stomach at the news.

******

When Buffy got upstairs, the sinking feeling still there, she reached for the sketch she’d finished before her mother had called her down and stared at her.

She’d drawn Spike.

While thinking about love.

God this was NOT good.

She squeezed her eyes shut, swallowing the salty lump of tears rising in her throat before she angrily ripped it out of her book and tore it in half, throwing the pieces down onto her floor.

She threw herself down onto her bed, still squeezing her eyes shut, refusing to let the tears come. It wasn’t worth it. Or so she was trying to convince herself.

When she opened her eyes to stare at her ceiling, a diamond bright tear trickled down her cheek, off to the side into her fanned out hair.

For once in her life, Buffy didn’t feel like drawing the pain away.

******

Buffy’s head was resting on the table of a booth at Milly’s. She wasn’t even half way through the day and all she wanted was to go home.

“Baby,” Milly slide into the other side of the booth, setting down a coffee pot on the table next to Buffy’s head, “What’s the matter? And don’t you dare say nothin’ cause we both know that’s a lie now don’t we?”

Buffy looked up at Milly with big eyes and said, “I think that I might be falling for my stepsister’s boyfriend in who she’s having a baby with.”

Milly paused, pursing her lips before saying, “Well you got yourself in quite pickle don’t you?”

Buffy stared at Milly with wide eyes before saying, “Ya think!?”

Milly laughed, picking her coffee pot back up, “Go home Buffy.”

“But Mil…”

“No buts. Get your skinny behind home before I have to chase you out of here. Don’t think I won't.”

By the look in Milly’s eyes, Buffy had no doubt that she would indeed literally chase her out of the diner.

Crazy old woman.

“I’m going, I’m going” Buffy sighed, sliding out of the booth and untying her apron, Milly stood also, taking the apron and giving Buffy a little nudge, “Have a good day darling. I’ll see you after school tomorrow.”

“Mkay, I’ll try,” Buffy shrugged before she exited the diner.

She got about half way home when a car pulled up along side of her. Spike’s car. Oh great.

He rolled down the window and smiled at her, “Hey luv.”

Buffy blinked at him a few times before saying, “Don’t call me love. I’m not your love.”

“Buffy…” Spike started but she cut him short, “Just don’t okay?”

She started to walk away again when he called out to her, “You want a ride home?”

Buffy bit her bottom lip. Okay well she didn’t really feel like walking but she didn’t feel like being in a car with him either. She looked down at her feet and then at Spike, “Okay.”

They drove in silence for about a minute before Spike pulled up the curb suddenly and turned to look at her.

“What the hell do you think you're doing!?” Buffy snapped at him, “God, I just wanna go home! I knew I should have walked.”

“Patrick wants Harm and me to get married,” he said suddenly.

Buffy’s eyes widened in anger before she spit out, “Well congratulations Spike. Now just drive me home already.” Unwelcome tears were forming from his announcement and the last thing she needed was for him to notice them.

“I don’t want to get married,” he confessed quietly, “I don’t want the baby and I don’t want to be with Harmony.”

Buffy turned to look at him, her eyes shining with tears, “Then what do you want Spike?”

“You.”

And then he kissed her.





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