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Chapter 19


4 Months Later


Spike drove toward Buffy’s house, his hands clenched on the steering wheel.
His knuckles were turning white with the force that he was gripping it. He
had one thought, and one thought only, and that was- he had to see her. It
probably wasn’t the wisest decision he’d ever made, especially considering
the mood he was in, but he had to confront her.

Spike had only caught glimpses of Buffy over the past few months. The day
after she’d stayed to talk to him, she had rearranged her schedule,
transferring out of his class and ultimately, out of his life. Anytime he
would get close to her, she would turn and run the other way, until finally,
Spike just stopped making the effort. It was better that they weren’t seen
together since he still got looks from some of the other teachers, but he
couldn’t just shut off his feelings.

Spike had tried to subtly get some information out of Willow. He didn’t
know how much she knew about the entire situation, but he knew that girls
often confided in each other, and Willow seemed to be his best option for
finding out anything, but the little redhead clammed up whenever he broached
the subject.

It wasn’t until tonight that Spike was chaperoning the senior prom that
he’d felt his heart nearly stop when he overheard Buffy’s name in a
conversation between some of the gossip queens of Sunnydale High.

*Have you heard why Buffy Summers has practically dropped out?*

*No, what’s the deal with her, anyway? I mean, she’s never in class.*

*Well, rumor has it, she’s pregnant!*

Spike had fought to keep from blacking out at that particular bit of news.
He didn’t know what scared him more- Buffy being pregnant with his child, or
Buffy sleeping around with someone else and getting pregnant with another
man’s child. Both thoughts caused a near-violent reaction for two
completely different reasons.

Pulling in front of her house, Spike rested his head against the steering wheel, trying to figure out how to go about doing this. He knew he had to be very careful and he also knew his temper had a way of getting him into trouble. Spike slowly got out of the car, breathing a sigh of relief that her mother’s car wasn’t in the driveway, thanking any and every higher power that he might get to talk to Buffy alone. He didn’t know if he wanted to see Joyce Summers tonight, in case Buffy had told her about their relationship. At any rate, it would be complicated trying to explain why her former high school history professor was standing at her door on the night of the Sunnydale High senior prom.

Slowly walking up to the door, Spike knocked, taking a step back and shoving
his hands in the pockets of his duster. He felt his stomach tying itself into
knots as he waited.

Buffy opened the door with a shocked look on her face. She self-consciously
crossed her arms over her swollen belly, glad that she was wearing an
oversized sweater that night, but it still didn’t do much to hide her
figure.

“What are you doing here?”

“You weren’t at the prom,” Spike replied before clenching his jaw. ‘Good
one, you ponce. She obviously knows she wasn’t there.’

“It seems I’m not the number one choice for a prom date,” Buffy said,
avoiding his eyes, only serving to fuel the heartache and anger that were battling inside of him.

“Buffy-“

“I’m over it,” she said with a shrug. “The whole ‘Buffy gets one perfect
high school moment’ thing was just a phase I was going through.”

“Can we talk?” he asked softly, gesturing to the house.

Buffy looked up and down the street, seeing her nosy neighbor looking out
her window. Buffy sighed, deciding she shouldn’t take Spike into the house.
Who knows what kind of badness that could lead to- and not just of the
sexual variety. Pulling the door shut as she stepped onto the porch, Spike
seemed entranced as the soft light illuminated her features. “What did you
want to talk about?” she asked in a small voice.

“Is it true?”

Buffy stiffened, not wanting to have this conversation tonight. Tightening
her arms around her body, Buffy spoke. “If you mean, did I get pregnant?
Then yes, it’s true. I would think it would be rather obvious at this
point.”

Spike looked at her stomach, swallowing hard at the sight. It really wasn’t
that obvious, unless someone happened to be as intimately aware of her body
as he was.

“Is it mine?” Spike asked, his eyes never leaving her stomach.

Buffy looked at the ground, holding back tears. “Do you think it’s not?”

“I really don’t know.”

“Then you should probably leave,” Buffy said quietly, her voice holding a surprising amount of resolve, considering the feelings that were churning inside of her.

“Buffy, if it’s mine, why wouldn’t you tell me?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Buffy replied sarcastically. “How about ‘the
consequences that come with having sex’ speech? Yeah, I’ve had that running
through my head for the last few months.”

“What are you going to do?” Spike asked, his head tilted slightly as he
stared at the woman in front of him.

“I’m going to graduate,” Buffy replied.

“And after that?”

“I have some things planned,” she said vaguely, not wanting to get into with him.

“And you’re not going to tell me?”

“Do you honestly want to know?” Buffy asked in confusion. “You wanted me
out of your life, remember? Gone. Well, guess what, I’m gone now. You
don’t have to deal with me anymore.”

Buffy watched as Spike seemed to be raging with an internal battle.

“Look…if this is the only reason you came over tonight, you should probably go.”

Spike paused for a moment, before turning and walking back to his car. She watched as he drove away, finally letting the silent tears fall as she hugged her body even tighter. The small
swell of her belly that housed her child- their child- was really beginning to show.

Buffy did have things planned. She wasn’t going to waste her life. She
wasn’t going to be another statistic. Her mother always said that things
have a way of working themselves out, and Buffy believed they would. She
just wished she could ignore that nagging part of her brain that made them
want to work out with Spike. He’d just made it perfectly clear that he
wanted no more involvement with her. The Spike she knew would have put up a
fight for anything he wanted. That just cemented her belief that she would
be able to do this alone.





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