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Chapter 19


Buffy woke up several hours later, lying in her own bed. She remembered
Spike feeling the babies move, and she must have fallen asleep on the couch.
Standing up, she looked at the skirt and top that she’d been wearing since
the night before and grabbed a pair of black pants and a sleeveless shirt to
change into after a shower.

Buffy took a long, hot shower, trying to soothe the aching muscles that
never seemed to leave her back, before stepping out and towel-drying her
hair. Getting dressed, she pulled her hair into a loose, damp bun at the
back of her head, tucking the loose strands behind her ears as she started
downstairs.

She noticed it was already getting dark outside when she smelled a heavenly
aroma coming from the kitchen. Confused, Buffy walked through the doorway
and paused when she saw Spike standing at the stove.

“I thought you left,” she said quietly.

Spike turned to face her and walked over, giving her a gentle kiss on the
cheek. “Just to get some food, luv.”

“You’re cooking me dinner?”

“Yep, and you’re going to eat every bite,” he said with a stern look.

“Spike, I don’t need you baby-sitting me.”

“Buffy, when was the last time you ate a real meal?” Spike waited as Buffy
thought about the question. “You see? Now, be quiet and let me feed you,
alright?”

Buffy smiled. “And if I refuse?”

“Well, I’d hate to try and force-feed a twenty year old woman, but I’m not
above it,” Spike replied with a raised eyebrow.

“Okay, I don’t really feel like that either,” Buffy said, sitting down at
the island as Spike turned back to the stove.

“So what are you cooking?”

“Lemon-peppered chicken, mashed potatoes, rice, stuffing, and rolls.”

Buffy stared at him with wide eyes as he read the menu. “You’re serious?”

“Completely. Buffy, you need to eat better. You’re not just eating for
you, you know,” he replied.

“I know that, Spike. I’ve known that for over six months now. It’s not
like I’m starving myself. I’m just not the best cook, alright?”

Spike stayed quiet for a few minutes as he finished preparing the food
while Buffy absent-mindedly flipped through a magazine on the island.

“I still want to be with you, Buffy.”

Buffy’s head snapped up to his at the confession. She swallowed hard as she
looked into his eyes. “Spike, I-“

“You don’t believe me. I know…I just thought I owed it to you to tell you.
It’s the truth, Buffy.”

“What do you want me to say?”

“Say that you’ll think about it. Tell me that maybe, someday, we’ll get a
second chance.”

Buffy looked down at her hands, shaking in her lap. “Spike, I would just
always wonder if it was because I got pregnant.”

“I get that, Buffy, I do. That’s why I’m not asking for a decision now.
Just give me something, luv. Anything,” he whispered as he walked over to
face her, tilting her head up to look at him.

“Someday…if we’re both sure it’s what we want and not what we feel we should do,” she said with a soft smile.

“Thank you,” he whispered, restraining himself from leaning forward to kiss
her. Stepping away, Spike turned his attention back to the stove.
“So…how’s work?” he asked, trying to change the subject.

“Good…very good. Much better than that grease-trap I was working in.”

Buffy watched as Spike began spooning out large portions onto a plate and
walked over to her. “You want to eat here or in the dining room?”

“Here’s fine,” she said with a smile.

Spike set a plate in front of her and went to the refrigerator. Buffy
raised an eyebrow as he returned with a tall glass of milk. “No arguments.”

Buffy raised her hands in mock surrender. “I didn’t say anything.”

Spike arched an eyebrow of his own and gave her a smirk but remained quiet.
Buffy watched as he filled his own plate and grabbed a beer, sitting on the
counter, before coming to sit next to her.

“Now that’s certainly not fair,” Buffy said, gesturing to the beer bottle.

Spike contemplated her for a second with a bemused expression. “You don’t
drink, luv.”

“It’s the principle.” Buffy smiled as she heard Spike let out a chuckle.

They ate in silence for a few minutes before he spoke. “Can I ask you a
question, pet?”

“Sure.”

“We haven’t talked about what we’re going to do after the babies are born.”

“That’s not a question,” Buffy said with a smile.

“Alright, what are we going to do?”

Buffy saw the nervous expression on his face. “I’m not going to keep them
from you. You know that, right?”

“I know…I just…there’s a lot to go over, Buffy. What are you going to do
about money?”

Buffy took a deep breath. “I’ll work something out, Spike. Don’t worry.”

“You know that I’m going to support my children.”

“Just as long as you’re not supporting me,” Buffy replied, looking at him.

“Meaning?”

“I have no problems if you want to buy them whatever you want, but you
will not be giving me an absurd amount of money each month.”

“Buffy-“

“Spike, no.”

“Alright then…what about other things?”

“Like what?”

“Cribs, changing table, a million other things.”

“I’m going to go to a second-hand store and pick up most of those things.”

“You bloody well are not!”

“And why not? There are perfectly acceptable items at those stores!”

“I’ll get it for you.”

“Spike-“

“Buffy, these are my kids. I want them to have the best, so just let me
work a few details out, okay?”

Buffy leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. “Thank you,” she said
softly.

“You know, I don’t hear that from you very often, luv. I like the sound of
it.”

Buffy swatted him playfully on the arm before turning to finish her meal.


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