A/N I know a lot of people are worried, but rest assured this is a Buffy/Angel friendship and nothing more. I guarantee it! It is a Spuffy story all the way, but they do have a lot to work through, so don’t expect all their problems to just be magically erased.
Chapter 16
Buffy felt like a blimp. She had literally woken up one morning over a
week ago and looked like she was eight months pregnant, though she was
barely even five months along.
Buffy was lying on a cold table in the doctor’s office with Willow
standing next to her, holding her hand. They had been waiting for the technician
to come in and administer the ultrasound for the past twenty minutes, and
Buffy was growing more nervous as the seconds ticked by.
Angel was out in the waiting room, acting as her own private chauffeur.
Willow watched as Buffy nervously fidgeted with the hem of her shirt.
She was now obviously pregnant. There were no more questions from
strangers asking if she was pregnant. Now the questions were, ‘When’s the baby
due?’ and ‘Is it a boy or girl?’
Buffy didn’t have an answer to the latter of the two, but she was
hoping to remedy that today. If the technician ever got there, that is.
“You feeling okay?” Willow asked softly.
“Yeah, I just really have to go to the bathroom. You know, if they ask
you to drink a gallon of water, the least they could do is be on time for
the exam.”
As the words left Buffy’s mouth, the door to the room opened, and a
short older man walked in. “Miss Summers, my name’s Doyle, and I’ll be
tending to you today,” he said in a thick Irish brogue. “I’m sorry to keep you
waiting.”
“Oh no, that’s alright,” Buffy said with fake honesty. “My bladder is
usually the size of a grapefruit, so no big deal.”
Willow cringed as Buffy’s hormones got out of line. She had frequently
been unable to control the things she said, often blurting out whatever she had
in her head, whenever she was angry or uncomfortable. Fortunately, the man
smiled at her comment. “Well then,” he said. “Let’s get this show on
the road.”
The girls watched as he rolled Buffy’s shirt, uncovering the swell of
her stomach and squirting some cool, goopy liquid on her skin. Doyle
turned and pushed some buttons on the machine as he ran the sensor over her
stomach. For ten minutes, everyone stayed quiet as Doyle checked the chambers of
the heart and brain functioning, among other things. For the most part,
Buffy had no idea what the fuzzy black and white pictures were. Buffy
noticed him frown a few times and was starting to become worried when he turned to
face her. “Miss Summers, I have it written here that this is your first
ultrasound. Am I correct in that assumption?”
“Yes,” Buffy replied in a shaky whisper.
“So, I’m guessing you were unaware until today that you’re expecting
twins?” Doyle asked with a smile.
Buffy felt her mouth go dry and her vision blur. “Twins?” she asked
breathlessly.
“Yep,” Doyle said, turning to face the monitor again. “See this right
here, that’s one head,” he said, gesturing to a part on the screen before
moving the device to the other side of her stomach. “And there’s the other
one. They’re doing what most twins do, which is cradle each other. Would
you like to know the sex of the babies?”
Buffy nodded as she stared at the screen.
“Well, this one’s the boy,” Doyle said pointing to one baby. “And
here’s a little girl.”
Buffy turned wide eyes to Willow, seeing a reflection of Buffy’s own
face evident in her reaction. “I’m having twins,” she murmured softly.
* * * * *
Buffy didn’t let the panic set it until she was safely alone in her
own house. She sat on the couch, clutching the black and white ultrasound
pictures in her hands. She let the tears fall, wondering how she could
ever provide for herself and two kids. Through the tears, Buffy smiled as
she looked at one of the pictures, seeing the writing that Doyle had typed
on one of the images of the little boy: ‘Mommy’s Little Man.’ Flipping to
the next picture, she saw the photo of the little girl: ‘Mommy’s Baby
Girl.’
“Things will turn out okay,” Buffy whispered to herself. “They have to.”
* * * * *
Buffy stared at the clock as it neared the end of her shift a week
later. She took off her hat as she smoothed her long hair, tossing the hat on
the counter. It was slower than usual tonight, and Buffy had been hoping to
leave early.
‘Wishful thinking,’ Buffy thought as she stared at the clock. Hearing
the door open, Buffy turned to wait on yet another customer and instead
faced a group of four people and found herself looking into the bright blue
eyes of the father of her children.
Spike stared disbelievingly at Buffy’s swollen stomach, his mouth
hanging open slightly, before snapping it shut to clench his jaw so tightly
that he thought it would break. “Been busy, pet?” he asked in a harsh tone.
It was Buffy’s turn for her mouth to drop open. ‘He doesn’t know they’re his.’
Buffy opened and closed her mouth several times, trying to get the words out. Trying to say anything, to let him know that she needed to talk to him, but no words came out. She knew she had to tell him, looking into his eyes that were full of pain, she couldn’t keep the truth from him as she stared into those bottomless depths. But standing under the fluorescent lights of the DMP was not the place that she wanted to have a heart to heart.
Spike felt his anger rise as she didn’t say anything, only to squeeze
his eyes shut as he heard the nasal tone of the woman behind him. “Blondie
Bear, aren’t you gonna order anything?”
Buffy stared incredulously as Harmony appeared from behind Spike.
Standing behind him with confused expressions on their faces were an
attractive black man and a lovely, slender woman.
Spike saw the expression on Buffy’s face and felt the need to evoke
some kind of reaction in her. Slipping an arm around Harmony’s shoulders,
he smiled as Buffy tightened her jaw. He knew it was wrong- this annoying
woman didn’t mean a fraction of what Buffy meant to him, but he
couldn’t help himself. He had simply been offered the chance to go out with
some co-workers from the restaurant after they left work, and he’d taken them up on it.
Unfortunately, one of the hostesses was Harmony.
“So, Spikey, are we gonna order or- Buffy? Is that you?”
Buffy turned cold eyes to Harmony as she said her name. “Who does it
look like?”
“Oh my God, you got fat!”
Spike cringed at the stupidity and tactlessness of her ridiculous comment. Before Buffy could reply, a younger employee tapped her on the shoulder and motioned for her to leave. Buffy had never felt more relieved at the
end of the shift as she hurriedly backed away from the counter and practically ran through the back area to get out of the building. She definitely wasn’t about to tell Spike, when he was with Harmony. She would have to wait until her emotions were under control. She thought about calling Willow to come and get her but thought better of it. Angel would have been there except he was working the graveyard shift at the hospital. It was a short walk. Buffy would be fine until she got home, save the tears that were threatening to fall.
Buffy disappeared through the back door and quickly began walking
through the parking lot and down the street when she heard footsteps jogging
behind her. Before she knew what happened, her arm was seized as Buffy was
spun around to face a very angry Spike.
“Whose is it?” he demanded.
“What difference does it make to you?” Buffy asked, her own temper
rising.
“It makes a big difference, luv,” Spike replied in a menacing tone.
“Why? Because all of a sudden I’m not ‘Picture Perfect Buffy’ anymore?
Now I’m ‘Knocked Up Buffy’?”
“Whose is it?” he repeated, tilting his head to look at her. “Or do
you even know?”
Buffy felt the tears burn her eyes at the implications of his question.
“You’re right,” she said, her anger momentarily winning out over her
sadness. “I don’t know. I fucked the whole university football team.
Is that what you want to hear? It could have been anyone.”
Spike squeezed his eyes shut, never letting go of her arm. Taking a
shaky breath, he opened his eyes and stared into her own. “I was out of line.
I’m sorry. Please tell me whose it is.”
Buffy felt herself relax as he apologized. “Do you really have to ask me
that?” she asked softly.
“It’s the new guy, isn’t it?” he asked quietly as Buffy stared at him
with a questioning look. “Broody guy, caveman brow,” he said to jog her
memory.
“Angel?”
Spike scoffed. “Poofter.”
“No, Angel’s not the father,” Buffy said with a sigh as she looked down
at the ground. “He’s a friend. And I can’t believe you’re even
questioning who the father is.”
Buffy raised her eyes to see comprehension dawn on Spike’s face.
“Mine?”
“Yours,” Buffy nodded.
“And when were you planning on telling me!” he yelled.
Buffy jumped at the sudden change in his voice. “Spike, it wasn’t anything for you to worry about. I was going to tell you, I swear, but right now, this was my problem. Not yours. I didn’t want you to have to worry about it. I wanted to tell you when I was farther along, that way you wouldn’t have to worry about something that you had no control over.”
Buffy watched as Spike clenched his jaw, trying to keep his temper
under control, and then gazed at him as he whirled around and headed in the
opposite direction. “Where are you going?”
“Away,” he called over his shoulder.
“Oh yeah, that’s it,” Buffy called angrily after him. “Walk away when
the going gets tough. It’s what you're best at!”
She stared at him as Spike came to a halt before slowly turning on his
heel to look at her, taking a few steps toward her again. “Buffy,” he said
calmly. “I find out you’re pregnant with my baby by seeing you at a
bloody fast-food place. Not exactly the news I was expecting tonight, so
forgive me if it’s a little overwhelming.” Spike paused, biting his lip and
looking down at the ground. “I need some time, luv.”
Buffy’s expression softened as she nodded. “Take as much time as you need. You know where to find
me.”
Spike gave her a grateful look as he shoved his hands in his pockets,
turning and walking down the street.
“Spike,” Buffy called, waiting until he turned around before continuing. “I really am sorry. I thought I was doing the right thing.”
Spike gave her a small smile and nodded, before turning and walking away.
“And it’s not just one baby,” Buffy whispered to his retreating back,
knowing that he wouldn’t be able to handle that piece of information right now.
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