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JUSTICE FOR ALL


Episode 6:


Buffy and Spike sat in The Lobster Pot, side-by-side in the secluded little booth. Tito, the head waiter at The Pot, must have known that the couple ‘needed’ some privacy, so he sat them at this table, the nearest to the ocean view window.

“Bring us a bottle of that Chalk Hill Chardonnay, Tito, right?” Spike asked the waiter as he patted his wife’s tiny hand.

“No!” Buffy yelped, “just a glass, for my husband, please Tito?” She glanced away from William’s beautiful, but confused, blue eyes. “I’ll stick with ice water and lemon, thank you,” she added nervously.

“No wine?” Spike asked Buffy suspiciously. “Are you okay, Princess? Something’s wrong, isn't it sweet?” He tried to lose the worried expression that he knew was all over his face, but couldn’t somehow.

“No,” Buffy mumbled weakly. “Yes, well, maybe, I don’t know, okay,” she finished with an air of impatience.

“Tell me,” Spike ordered gently. “What’s troubling you, baby?”

Buffy sighed heavily and brought Will’s strong, large hand up to cup her own cheek. She caught his piercing blue-eyed gaze with hers and took a deep, deep breath before she spoke.

“It’s about my last doctor’s appointment, Will,” Buffy said quietly. The fearful look on William’s face alerted Buffy to the fact that maybe she had not stated her case exactly right.

“No, I mean, it’s not scary, really or anything,” her voice trailed off weakly. “I mean I’m not in danger or anything,” she continued evenly, “just a little indisposed?”

Buffy calmed down, a little, when she saw the look of relief in Will’s indigo eyes. Her heart began to race, violently, but she took another calming breath and swallowed hard to control her own uneven voice.

“I missed my OB/GYN appointment, Will,” Buffy mumbled under her breath. “I got so caught up, in that damned ridiculous show and I missed the all mighty important ‘shot’ that I have every three months. I screwed up, baby,” she murmured timidly. “I think I might be pregnant again and…”

“Really!” Spike squealed impulsively. Then he blushed, bright red and quickly placed Buffy’s petite hand to his warm lips.

‘Christ! I haven’t squealed since I was twelve-years-old!’ Spike chided himself, ruefully.

After William brought her hand to his mouth for a tender kiss, Buffy suddenly felt a lot better then before. Her husband’s loving gaze never broke from her anxious one.

‘Maybe it’s not such a bad thing, huh?’ She asked herself. ‘I mean another baby? Will does seem rather excited about it and…’

“Are you sure,” Spike asked, barely able to contain his excitement at the prospect of another son, or daughter.

“No,” Buffy whispered almost shyly as she allowed Will to stroke her cheek with his long, wonderful fingers.

“I just…” Buffy murmured softly, her insecurity had once again reared its ugly head. “I’m worried, you know? I hate to throw this monkey wrench at you. Now,” she mumbled as she looked at her water glass.

‘What if Will doesn’t want another baby? We’ve been through so much together,’ Buffy reminded herself. ‘Married at twenty-two, I was pregnant with Dawnie by twenty-four. God, neither one of us was out of law school yet and…’

“I’m not upset, Princess,” Spike whispered lovingly as he pulled his wife to him. “In fact? I’m rather happy about the idea of another baby, but actually, it’s you I’m concerned about.”

“Me?” Buffy asked in awe. “Why me?”

“For a lot of reasons,” Spike replied sheepishly. “After Cheyenne, Doc Simons was adamant that you should consider never having any more babies and I should have insisted. On the vasectomy I mean.” He finished with a guilty frown.

“If I remember right,” Buffy giggled softly, “it was me that decided that I’d start the shot series, not you. I wanted the open option of another Giles’ spawn when we were ready. It’s not your fault, Will. It’s mine. I got so wrapped up in this stupid TV show and all. I’ve totally neglected my own responsibility of birth control. I blew it, Will. Not you.”

Buffy hung her head and began to weep softly. “I am sorry, William, really.”

“Don’t be,” Spike countered, pulling her chin up to meet his loving gaze. “I mean, if you’re sorry about another baby Buffy? Then I’m sorry too, for your sake. But don’t be sorry for my sake, please. I’d never be sorry about another baby, sweetheart. But I know that you’ve worked so hard and gotten so far. You’ve come into your own, Princess and I wouldn’t want ‘you’ to be sorry about another child.”

“But your law practice? It’s doing so well, Will,” Buffy murmured in a raspy, tear filled voice. “You’ve come so far, just like me. Remember? When we were first married and so damn broke? The studio flat with the bathroom that sat behind what was basically a shower curtain off the living room?”

“Now, that I do remember,” Spike chuckled in glee. “Your folks were furious that their oldest daughter had thrown caution to the wind and jeopardized her great future legal career. By running off and marrying a bum like me that is,” he added with a wicked wink at Buffy. Your folks damn near disowned you and mine were just livid! They threatened to cut me out of their will!”

“You,” Buffy growled through gritted teeth, “have never been a bum, William Giles and you never could be!”

“Shall I take your order now?” Tito asked delicately, interrupting the couple at his favorite table to wait on.

“Give us just a minute, mate?” Spike implored the tactful waiter.

“Of course,” Tito smiled amicably as he scurried off to the kitchen of the restaurant.

“Remember when Dawnie was born?” Spike asked Buffy in an awe filled voice. “If your mom and dad hadn’t relented and given us the baby furniture to use? Our poor little ‘Bit’ would have had to sleep in a sterilized orange crate or something!” Spike began to laugh loudly and was delighted when Buffy joined him. A table of nearby diners looked, in surprise, at Buffy and Spike.

“Will!” Buffy hissed a warning for him to quiet down. However, she smiled despite her embarrassment.

“Dawnie,” Buffy sighed wistfully, “her nursery was the three feet space between our bed and the living room wall. She slept in the crib my mom gave us. It was the one that my little sister, Dawn, had used. That’s why we named our first daughter…”

Buffy buried her blond head into Will’s chest and began to sob, uncontrollably.

“We ate that one weekend, remember Will? That was when we were so desperate that we had to take our saved up pennies down to the Safeway. We purchased some decent food for us. What was the total? About $6.50 in pennies? I can never remember you know,” she sobbed.

“Don’t cry Judge Buffy,” Spike murmured into his wife’s tiny, warm ear. “It’ll be all right, no matter what happens. Right? After all, we love each other and our little tribe of Summers-Giles’ clan. What’s another little rug rat or two, eh?”

“Right,” Buffy replied in a muffled voice, her mouth still dug into Will’s comforting chest. “At least this time,” she continued, cautiously, “we’ll have better means and finances to really pull out all the stops, huh?”

“William?” Buffy whispered in a little girl’s voice. “Can we skip lunch? Go home and…”

“We’ll stop at the Savons first, luv,” Spike purred into Buffy’s crown of soft golden locks. “Pick up a pregnancy test and head home. Bloody hell, Buffy,” Spike continued in his best ‘all’s well that ends well’ tone, “I’ll even hold the damn stick for you, while you pee on it!”

This caused Spike’s Buffy to smile again, which delighted him to no end. “Let’s go, baby,” he motioned to Tito to bring the somewhat unfinished tab.



As they left The Lobster Pot, Buffy turned and gazed up at her rather tall, at least to her, imposing husband. “If I am pregnant then, after all? It’s jake with you?”

Spike pulled Buffy closer and snuggled her up tighter to his body. “If you’re pregnant my sweet Buffy? It’ll be one of the happiest days of my life,” he purred. “We’ll add it to million other happy days I’ve had, since I met you, that is.”

When they arrived home, Dawn, Buffy’s sister was a little surprised.

“Is everything all right,” Dawn asked Buffy anxiously.

“Yes,” Buffy nodded, “everything is fine, honest.”

“Kay,” Dawn mumbled, not quite convinced. “Cheyenne is still sleeping at her nap. She had a great day and there’s nothing much to tell.”

As Dawn readied to leave, Buffy suddenly clasped her baby sister to her, tightly.

“You are a great sister Dawn,” Buffy whispered into the taller girl’s ear. “A great sister, aunt and daughter,” she added honestly.

“So are you Buffy,” Dawn replied warmly. “You are a great sister, daughter and mom. And I know Will thinks you’re just the greatest wife. I can’t wait to be a mom, Buff. Just so you can be the greatest auntie.”

Once Dawn had left, Buffy hurried upstairs to the master bedroom where William was waiting with the unwrapped pregnancy test. Buffy timidly stripped down and slipped into the master bathroom, where she ‘took’ the pregnancy test. Much to the protests of Will, Buffy held her own ‘stick’ herself as she urinated on it.

“How long?” Spike asked anxiously, when Buffy shuffled out of the bathroom and joined him on their massive bed.

Spike was laid out, half naked on the bed, his left arm placed under his blond head. He watched Buffy as she practically jumped onto the bed with him.

Buffy lay down next to William and allowed him to cuddle her up to his half naked body. She got that old familiar tingle when he snuggled her closer to him.

“Hmmm,” Buffy murmured softly, “I believe this is how we got into this situation in the first place, Will.”

“Yeah,” Spike chuckled in response, “but would it be so bad Princess? I mean another baby? I’d help, like always, with the 2:00 feedings and the nappie changes and everything. Would it be so bad, baby?”

“No,” Buffy whispered with a weary yawn. “It wouldn’t be so bad, would it?”

Spike and Buffy lay together in comfortable silence. Suddenly, the ‘ting’ of the timer that Buffy had set to clock the pregnancy test chimed in and broke their quiet reverie.

“Its accounts payable sweetheart,” Buffy murmured as she hopped up from the bed. With William in tow, she scurried into the bathroom and warily ‘glanced’ at the test results.

“Negative,” Buffy hissed in disbelief.

“Negative?” Spike asked in similar disbelief.

“Yeah,” Buffy whispered gruffly.

“Baby?” Spike cuddled her closer to him. “You okay?”

“Oh, Will,” Buffy began to weep gently. “I ‘did’ want the little baby, truly I did.”

“I know,” Spike murmured as he nuzzled her cheek with his lips. “I know you truly did, baby,” he finished, his own voice choked in disappointment. “So did I.”


A/N: I wanted to finish off this chapter with the results of the test and not muck it up with another court case. I felt the saga of the maybe baby was enough to carry the chapter.

I hope you all read this and enjoy. There will be more episodes of the fiction, I promise.

Thanks, spuf





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