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Buffy bit out another scream and her face scrunched up as the pain hit her and she tried to double over. Buffy managed to pull her hand free in doing so. She tried to free the other hand from its shackle, but couldn’t get it. Buffy felt someone trying to hold her up and she could hear lots of commotion going on around her. The pain finally subsided and Buffy looked up to see Angel dispatch the last fledgling. Spike was pulling on the chain hooked to her remaining shackle. She looked over to see that it was Wesley who was holding her up.

“Buffy how close are the contractions?” Wesley asked her. Spike was still trying to break the chain and Angel was now trying to help him.

“Too close,” Buffy bit out as yet another hit her. The chain finally gave and Buffy started to sink down to the floor. Spike swept her up in his arms and Buffy grabbed his shirt, and ripped it almost in two as she yelled for him to stop.

“Slayer, we need to get you to the hospital,” Spike said firmly and started back toward the entrance.

“No…time…” Buffy managed to say scrunching her face again.

Spike felt her whole body tense up and she had started making a humming noise. Almost like Dru when the visions came, Spike thought to himself. He silently implored Angel and Wes to help him but both were simply staring at each other.

“Buffy, what are you...?” His eyes widened in realization, “You’re pushing! No, baby, not here. You can’t push here,” Spike told Buffy, as if she had control over it.

“Tell...them...that,” Buffy panted out.

Wesley quickly took charge of the situation.

“Angel, give me your jacket. I’ll need your shirt as well,” Wesley took off the jacket he’d been wearing and spread it out on the ground next to one wall then put his own shirt over it. “Spike put her down here,” Wesley indicated to the shirt. Spike looked a Wesley as if he’d suddenly sprouted horns. “Spike! I said put her here.”

Spike looked at Wesley another moment before he nodded and set Buffy gently down. Wesley waited until her face relaxed again and then he looked her in the eyes. “Buffy, I’m going to have to look,” Buffy didn’t hesitate a second before nodding her consent.

“Over my dead...” Spike shouted in protest.

“Look Spike,” Wesley cut him off, “Like it or not, Buffy is going to deliver the first baby here. We don’t have time for arguments. I can’t help her without looking. Perhaps you would like to deliver her yourself?” Spike shook his head. “No? I thought not. Then let me do this. With any luck we can get her to the hospital before the other one delivers,” Wesley said as he draped Angel’s coat across Buffy’s knees. Wes quickly gave Angel a few instructions, as another contraction hit Buffy and she started humming again, and he quickly made the necessary inspection.

“Oh dear,” Wesley stated glancing back up at Buffy. “Buffy, I need you to focus. I assume Rupert has been working with you on some techniques?” Buffy nodded her head. “Good. I need you to breathe now. You’re much too strong Buffy, and I can’t control this if you completely push. Spike, you need to get her to focus,” Spike nodded and took Buffy’s face in his hands, turned her face to his, and looked her straight in the eyes.

“OK love, you can do this. Remember what the watcher taught you? You have to do it now, love,” Spike said in his most soothing voice. He started talking her through each contraction. Soon he found he had Buffy focusing on his voice. Spike had never used the little trick he’d picked up from Drusilla, but right now he was mentally thanking her. “That’s my girl, Buffy. Just keep listening to me. Wes, what do we need to do?” Spike asked without breaking eye contact with Buffy.

“I need small pushes. Nothing big,” Wesley instructed.

“All right then, this is it, love. Little pushes. Just like he said,” Spike told her. Buffy nodded her head and complied. In a matter of moments it was all over.

“It’s a girl,” Wesley announced. He quickly cleaned and wrapped her and she started crying.

Spike broke eye contact and turned his head toward the wondrous sound of the baby girl. Tears clouded his vision and soon started streaming down his face as he gazed in awe at her. So tiny.

“Is she OK?” Spike asked through a broken voice.

“I think she’ll be fine, but we should get them to the hospital. Now.” Wesley said as he stood, still holding the bundled infant. As Spike picked her up, Buffy suddenly let out another cry and Wesley turned to see she had resumed her vigorous pushing. He had hoped she wouldn’t progress this fast. Then again, a slayer had never delivered
before. He supposed they were lucky to have arrived when they had.

“Or we could be not so lucky,” Wesley ruefully added, as Buffy demanded to be put back on the floor. He handed the infant to Angel and knelt down once again to check on Buffy. His suspicion was confirmed as Buffy began pushing again. “Spike, I’m afraid it’s time for round two.”

Spike nodded his head and turned to Buffy but was interrupted as he began to speak.

“Oh dear Lord,” Giles had come around one of the entrances and promptly spun around, putting his back to the group. “Terribly sorry. I didn’t realize...” Just then Willow came running in, “Oh my!” She gasped and blushed deeply before joining Giles staring at the cave wall.

“Bloody hell....”Spike muttered staring at the backs of the two. Buffy started her humming again and pushed.

“Spike!” Wesley yelled.

Spike returned his attention to Buffy and soon had her back in her semi-hypnotized state.

“Rupert,” Wesley called “I’m afraid I’m going to need your shirt.”

“Yes, yes, of coarse,” He said as he shed the shirt and handed it to Willow. She eyed it with horror and shook her head at Giles. They quickly passed it back and forth as if it would burn their hands.

“Oh for the love of...”Angel muttered and rolled his eyes, then he walked over and took the shirt from them. He handed the shirt to Wesley and returned his attention to the little girl he was holding.

Soon the cave was filled with another cry as Wesley cleaned and wrapped the small boy and handed him off to Spike and returned his attention to Buffy. Angel handed her the little girl and stood back to watch the new parents. He saw Spikes expression and Angel recalled his own son’s not so distant arrival and the joy he had felt as he had picked up the small infant still covered in Darla’s ashes.

Wesley proclaimed that they were ready and Angel took the girl back and Spike handed his son back to Wesley, then wrapped Buffy up in the jacket and scooped her up in his arms.

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Buffy was sitting up in her bed as she watched her two vampires, each
holding a tiny bundle. Giles, Wesley, and some of the girls were admiring little William, as Dawn, Xander and the rest cooed over little Bella. She couldn’t help feeling at the moment that everything was right with the world. The doctor had assured her that the babies were fine and healthy. They had even seemed to buy the whole home birth story they had concocted on the way to the hospital. Her head had been patched up and her doctor had assured her everything else was normal.

“All right everyone. You’re going to have those babies sick and spoiled.” Willow had come in and was shooing everyone out the door.
“Besides, mom needs her rest,” She said as she pushed the highly
protesting group through the doors.

Buffy still couldn’t believe they were at the mansion. Angel and the others had moved the whole house while she had been in the hospital. They hadn’t even told her until she saw them turn on to Crawford and questioned Spike about it. She had cried when she walked into the room and saw the nursery off to the side. He’d put a door in between the two rooms so they could easily access the nursery from the bedroom.

Angel handed little Bella to Buffy and placed a small kiss on her forehead and one on Buffy’s cheek before he too left the room, closing the door behind him. Spike came and sat on the bed next to Buffy, bringing William with him. He sat there for long minutes just staring at the sleeping child.

“I didn’t get you anything,” Spike finally said quietly.

Buffy looked at him, confused by his statement.

“You gave me three incredible gifts and I didn’t get you anything,” He clarified, looking up at Buffy with that look of love that always seemed to melt her heart. “And I have nothing to say that could thank you enough for them.”

Buffy felt her heart swell. Spike always seemed to know what to say to make her feel this way. Wait a minute, three? He’d said three gifts.

“What’s the third gift Spike?” She asked.

“You, love.” He said, leaning in to place a soft kiss, but stopped just shy of her lips.

“Marry me?” Spike whispered, staring into her gaze.

“I thought you’d never ask,” Buffy answered with a smile.

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The End...or is it the beginning?

a/n - and now you know why I appologized at the beginning. A very model piece of cliche fic, if I do say so myself. But it was my first baby in over a decade, so I love ot just the same!

Thank you to everyone for you wonderful encouraging reviews. You are all very kind, and I can't thank you enough!





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