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Buffy giggled as she took out the leftover chicken parmesan and scampi out of the refrigerator. "Gee, never thought I'd see the day we'd have Italian for breakfast." She said as she put the cartons on the table before going to get the plates and utensils.

She couldn't get the thought out of her head that William would be bringing her some bad news. The fear that Harmony was not going to give him up so easy made her feel uneasy. Then again, the voice inside her head kept reminding her that Will was hers and there was nothing his ex could do to change that.

Turning on the radio she pushed all thoughts of Harmony out of her mind. Her mission was to feed them as she put the first plate in the microwave. Taking the few minutes she had, Buffy went into the laundry room off the kitchen to get the last of their clothes out of the dryer.

*******

Harmony sat looking at the front page. Angel's plight had made front page news, saying he was fighting for his life in a Florida hospital. Her world was falling apart, as she tried to clear her mind and think. She was sure Darla would make sure Spike had the baby tested to make sure it was his, but he was still an option.

"God, Angel, couldn't you've almost died after you came home and set me and the brat up for life?" She whined, knowing she'd had a better chance of passing the baby off as his, then with all the things she knew about him without having any DNA taken.

Stomping her feet several times she finally let out a screech, "God, Spike why did you have to become so difficult. I thought I had you under my thumb, you bastard."

The nausea hit quickly causing her to run to the bathroom. Since coming back from Florida the morning sickness had begun. All she could think was how annoying it was to vomit when you had no control over it.

*******

Spike stood in the doorway and watched as Buffy came out of the laundry room and head over toward the microwave. He noticed one plate of steaming hot food already on the table. She looked sexy walking around in his kitchen, wearing his tee shirt, like she belonged. He prayed this would not be the last time he experienced such a beautiful morning with her.

"Take a picture, baby, it will last longer." She teased, unknowingly making him more fearful about what he had to tell her.

"I hope not, Goldilocks." He sighed as she looked back at him with a worried expression on her face.

"I take it you have some unpleasant news to tell me."

"Yes, and no."

"Oh, I think we might need to sit down for this one." She said as she carried the second plate back to the table.

Spike approached her, feeling his chest begin to tighten and his month started to feel like cotton. "I need for you to keep an open mind about this, Luv."

"I will try."

Spike took her hand and led her over to one of the chairs, "I need you close."

"How close?"

"So close, you'd be inside me, be part of me." He answered as he sat and gently pulled her onto his lap.

Buffy felt his arms wrap around her, and instead of making her afraid, they soothed her. His warmth gave her strength and a feeling of being safe in his arms. She settled herself more comfortably, letting her hands rub up and down his arms, hoping it gave him a sense of reassurance as well.

Her touch gave him the courage to say to her, "Darla told me about the reason Harmony came to meet me at the dock. It seems she came to tell me she's pregnant."

She felt numb for a second, realizing another woman was going to give him something she couldn't and it hurt more then she'd ever felt before. A baby, this woman was going to have William's baby, a part of him that wasn't a part of her. Something another woman would always be able to share with William and it would keep the child's mother in their lives.

"Buffy, look at me, baby." He pleaded, having seen the faraway look in her eyes, "Please, Kitten, listen to all of it."

She felt his hand cup her face, and his lips dotting kisses all over her face. His voice, penetrated her brain, but the words made no sense. There was no way she could stand between him and his child, it just wouldn't be fair. She knew what it was like not to have her father in her life.

Spike felt as if he was losing her as he hugged her close rocking her back and forth. He wouldn't give up on her, not without a fight. There was no way he was going to let this come between him and the woman he loved more then any thing in this world.
"A baby, Will, it changes everything." She said as she let him comfort her.

"No, Buffy…it changes nothing. I'm more then certain the baby's not even mine." He explained again patiently, knowing in her shocked state she hadn't heard him the first time.

"But, what if it is?" She asked.

"Then I will fight with everything I have for us to raise the baby, if that is okay with you." He told her with such conviction she felt a touch of hope that everything would work out.

"You would want us to raise the baby? What about the baby's mother?"

"Sweetness, if Harmony was interested in raising a child I wouldn't suggest it. I think she sees this pregnancy as a way to make her life easy and simple. It's all about the money. If I could make her an offer she couldn't refuse, I'd have my child and she wouldn't be in our lives again."

"How sad, a baby shouldn't have to grow up without its mother."

"Best thing for it, I'd say. You'd make a better mum then Harm any day of the week. But I think we're jumping a bit a head of ourselves. This wee one to be might not even be of my flesh and blood." He reminded her, feeling better seeing some color come back to her skin, since she'd gone a bit pale after hearing the news.

"What should we do?"

"Buffy, I'm ninety-nine percent sure I'm not the father. I always used protection, n ever once did I mess up when I was with her. I say we sit back and wait and see if she comes to me and says I'm the father." He explained, "I just felt I should tell you in case she attempted to say I'm the father."

"I'm glad you did." Buffy told him as she gazed up at him with tears in her eyes. "I still feel like you're being cheated somehow."

"Never, I love you. Children, if it's meant to be, we'll have them in our lives. If not, then I don't have to worry about the kiddies catching their old man in the kitchen making love to his favorite and only girl."

"You do say the sweetest things sometimes."

"Buffy, we'll work it all out, I promise you. You and me, together, until the end of the world."

Buffy leaned up and kissed him passionately, putting everything she felt for him in the kiss. He was her life now, and no one was going to take him away from her without a fight on their hands.

Leaning back she smiled up at him and said, "I love you. I never thought I would ever feel this way about someone."

"I feel the same way, baby." Spike assured her as his hands rubbed up and down her back.

The sound of Buffy's grumbling stomach made her blush and Spike to chuckle, "Need to feed my girl."

"I think the food's cold."

"Then let me warm it up again, and you just sit here and look pretty for me." Spike replied as he tilted his head and gave her a wink, "Don't want you falling out from hunger and accusing me of starving you."

Buffy giggled as she stood up so he could rise and pouted, "I was wondering if all you wanted from me was sex, sex, and more sex."

"Oh, more then just sex, sweet Kitten." He purred as he gave her a chaste kiss before assisting her to sit down.

Grabbing the plates he took them over to the microwave and started to warm up their meals, "Maybe when we get all settled and stuff, we can take a cooking class together."

Buffy couldn't help but smile as she answered as best she could, "If you can find someone that will take me on, go for it. The last person kicked me out and said I should be outlawed from being even near a working stove."

Spike turned to look at her with a questioning expression as he asked, "Did you burn the place down?"

"No, not really, but I did melt his favorite sauce pan."

"How in the world did you do that?" Spike asked while trying to keep from laughing.

Buffy looked a bit sheepish as she explained, "I didn't know it couldn't…well… shouldn't be placed directly on the burner. So I did and it melted, scorched, creamed the poor sauce pan."

"Did he yell at you?"

"No, worse…he cried." Buffy answered, trying not to laugh, "I know it's funny, but it's not."

Spike laughed saying, "Oh, I think it's bloody hilarious."

"You say that until I melt your sauce pan, then you'll sing another tune." Buffy said while trying not to laugh.

"We will take one step at a time, baby. I say we eat, clean up the place and get on the road." Spike turned to suggest with a smile and a wink, "need time to get some groceries and things."

Buffy gave him a suspicious look as she asked, "Things?"

"I have needs, Kitten. While you're at work I will need some way to pass the time until you get home."

"What kind of some ways?"

"Oh, was thinking of updating your forms of entertainment, like a new TV and DVD player along with some stuff to play on them." He said with a pout that made her smile back.

"I can't have my man bored with nothing to do."

"Nope, can't have that."

"Within reason, just 'cause you're made of money doesn't mean I want you spending it all on my place."

Spike shook his head as he grinned, "Not your place only, sweetness, but ours."

Buffy sighed as she got off his lap and said, "You got me there, honey. Just don't be getting to many things that you forget about me.

Spike chuckled as he swatted her bottom when she turned away and said, "I could never forget about you, my heart. That's why we buy them today and I play with putting them together tomorrow. I have other forms of entertainment for us tonight."

Her laughter was contagious as they ate and prepared to leave. They shared touches and kisses, not letting their passion keep them from getting ready to leave. Buffy washed what little dishes they used, while Spike packed his bags. She repacked what clothes of hers they'd washed, while he made the bed and straightened up the shower. By one in the afternoon they were on their way to Sunnydale.

*******

Nurse Hathaway listened to all the beeps and other noises that told her that her patient was still alive. It was a shame this happened to someone so young and with such a poor prognosis even if he did live.

"I guess money doesn't buy you a new life all the time." She said while looking down at her patient.

"No, Carol, it doesn't." Her assistant, Craig Newsome replied. "I just wish the media hounds would fall in the ocean or something."

"Yeah, they're like vultures."

"He's getting the EEG today right?" Craig asked.

"That's what they told me in report." She answered as she looked down at the one time TV star, whose life would be decided on the results of the one test.

"I'm torn with this one."

"Why?" She asked.

"I know his chances of living a normal life are like 20 to 30 percent if he survives this. But he's young and has so much going for him." Craig replied, with a look of confusion as he continued, "But then I think if it was me, I'd want my brain waves to be flat and have life support removed."

Carol looked at him and sighed, "I know what you mean. He'd never be the man he was, that's for sure. We're not even sure of the extent of his injuries. His kidneys have failed, and now his liver is starting to show signs of stress."

"It's sad, no ones called to see how he's doing or come to see him."

"He's from California, so it could be that their on their way." Carol suggested, hoping there would be more family and friends other then the man's manager coming to see him.

"Could be."

"Hey, let's get him cleaned up in case he gets some company." Carol suggested and with her assistant worked on making her patient more comfortable if that was possible.

*******

Willow sat staring at her fiancé as she asked, "So, do you call your parents first, or do I call mine?"

Wesley snickered as he said, "Oh, since we will be meeting your parents today, I vote you call first."

"Scaredy cat." She teased while rolling her eyes before blowing him a kiss.

Willow picked up the phone and called her parents, waiting for one of them to pick up the phone. Last night had been their bride night so she'd left them a message she was staying in L.A. one extra night.

"Hello, Rosenberg residence."

"Mom, it's me Willow."

"Oh, Willow dear, are you coming home soon? You have to work tomorrow, remember."

"I remember, Mom and yes, I'm coming home soon."

"Then why are you calling? Ira, Willow's calling from that city."

Willow could hear the censor in her mother's voice. If it had been up to her mother she'd been kept at home and never let out to play with others. Not like either of her parents really was overbearing or overprotective. It was that their only child didn't follow the plans they had laid out for her. She didn't get a doctorate or seem to be interested in one like they each had.

"Mom, I just wanted to call you and tell you I was bringing someone home with me for you too meet."

"Ira, she met someone in that city. I told you we shouldn’t have let her go."

Willow rolled her eyes as she tried to get her mother's attention back, "Mom, I met him on the cruise."

"Oh, Lord, Ira, she met a man on the cruise. I bet he's not native. I told you we should've kept her home."

Willow fought hard not to stomp her foot and scream as she gave Wesley a look that told him things were going poorly. She knew this was going to happen, but it could've or would've been worse if she hadn't called ahead.

"Willow, is that you." Her father asked. "Not now Sheila, let me talk."

"Yes, Papa, it's me."

"What is this? You're bringing a man home you met on the cruise?"

"Yes, his name is Wesley-"

Ira interrupted her and asked, "Is he from one of those islands? He's only going to use you to get his citizenship, you know that, right?"

"No, he lives in L.A. and has a good paying job and I don't think he needs me to stay in the states." She answered as she gave her lover an 'I told you so' look.

"So, he's coming here, why?"

"To meet my parents and see where I live." She answered coyly, not wishing to tell her parents over the phone that she was going to marry this man from L.A..

"Fine, but he can't stay here, it wouldn't be right."

"He has a room at the hotel."

"Where's Buffy?"

Willow smiled as she said, "She's fine and will be home today too."

"Did she meet a man too?"

"Dad! Honestly, can we talk more about this when I get home?" Willow asked.

"Yes, we'll talk and I take it she met a L.A. fella too."

"Bye Dad, love you both."

"Be careful."

"We will be, now I'm hanging up and will see you both soon." Willow said right before she hung up, knowing her father was good at keeping a conversation going and going.

"I think that went rather well." Wesley said with a tone of amusement.

"I did mine, now you do yours."

"Too early." Wes tried but knew he lost when she glared. "Okay, this it not going to be pretty."

"Then let's not call them." Willow announced. "If they want to know if you're happily married they can call us."

Wesley sighed in relief as he explained, "I'd rather live the fallacy I was hatched and raised by wolves."

"Maybe one day you'll tell me about them."

"It's simple really, my father wanted me to be something I didn't want to be. So I was cast out of the family. He met Spike when we were sharing a place and has thought since then that I'm gay. That is the running joke on why me and Spike will some times act as if we are, just to make fun of the awful things my father said that day."

"Well, it's seems the only family you need by your side will be there." Willow assured him as she wrapped her arms around him and said, "We'll start our own little family to add to the one you have here in America."

Wesley hugged her close and said, "As long as I have you, Spike, and the Giles' family, I will be content with my life."

"A very long and content life I might add." Willow agreed as she snuggled closer. "We'll call Buffy and Spike when we get in and settled at the hotel."

"I love you, Willow."

"I know, and I love you too."

*******

Ethan sat in front of Buffy's house angry and afraid. It wasn't like the girl to change her plans. The fact she wasn't home gave him cause to worry she'd been hurt, and there would be no way of him finding out until tomorrow. The fear she was with someone would not leave him either. If so, then that would be taken care of as well.

"Buffy Summers you belong to me." He growled as he gripped the steering wheel so tight his knuckles started turning white.

He looked at his watch and noticed it was one in the afternoon. He wished there was a reason for him to call, but no matter how hard he tried to think of one he couldn't. Now, he could kick himself for not making friends with the Rosenberg's, through them he could've keep better contact with Buffy's coming and goings.

Thinking the neighbors might find it odd he was still parked there he started the car and drove away. He'd come back later and see if she'd returned, praying he'd get a chance to see her. His imagination was driving him wild trying to picture her with a tan, and her hair lightened by the sun. The thought of her not having tan lines caused him to start to harden as he headed to the side of town where you could buy anything you needed to feel good.

*******

Buffy's eyes grew large when she looked at the car William would be driving to Sunnydale. She watched as he put the top down and placed their things in the trunk. They all barely fit, making her wonder how practical a car like this would be, other than to be flashy for someone famous and showing off his money.

"Don't mind the car, Luv. It was a present to myself, once I made it big, and I just like how it handles. It's so smooth, it's like, it's hard to describe until you experience it for yourself. Wes dared me to drive it and I fell in love with it. Not for the flash, but her beauty and how she handles the road."

Buffy felt exposed when she sat in the passenger seat and buckled up. "Wow, the gears and such are, well, there's so many of them." The silver body shined and with the black interior it added to the sleekness of the car.

"I know, took a bit to learn."

"Can I say I won't be driving your car?"

Spike laughed as he replied with, "Don't say that until you've driven her at least once."

"Her?"

"Most men call their treasured vehicles her while others even give them a female name."

"Does yours have a nickname?"

"I've called her baby a few times when I needed her to do something for me."

"Really, like what?" Buffy asked with a curious look about her.

"When I needed her to get me to a gas station before she ran out of gas, for one." He chuckled in response.

"Did it work?" She asked trying to hold back a smile as they backed out of the driveway.

"So far she hasn't disappointed me."

"What kind of car is she?"

"A Porshce Carrera is what she is." He answered, "Now I have my true love on four wheels in storage. I take her out on special occasions since I don't like driving her around L.A. very much."

"Tell me about her."

"She's the first car I bought when I came to America. She's gotten me through a lot of rough times. Bought her off an older gent, who couldn't drive her anymore. My black beauty she is. She's a Desoto, and in prime condition for her age and all. I had her restored to her former self."

"Will I meet her anytime soon?"

"Wednesday, too much of a hassle to try and get her out today." He explained.

Buffy couldn't help but smile once they took off. The feel of the sun and wind felt good, and she looked over to see William smiling too. This man was complex and yet simple all at the same time and she found she didn't mind it. She'd take him any way she could get him as long as he wanted her too.


"I can see why you told me to put my hair in a tight pony tail." She leaned over to say.

Spike reached over and took her hand in his and placed in on his thigh. He needed to feel her close, and sitting next to him wasn't close enough. It scared the hell out of him and yet at the same time left him in state of extreme happiness how much he loved this woman.

"Wait 'til we get on the freeway, baby." He told her with a smile that told her he as loving every minute of this. "I'm so happy I have you to share this with."

His words brought tears to her eyes, feeling thankful she wore her sunglasses. She squeezed his thigh and leaned over to kiss his cheek and say, "I'm happy that you're happy and that you're in my life."

"Never thought I'd want sappy."

Buffy laughed as she nodded her head and agreed. Never in a million years did she expect to be this happy as she was right now. She felt free with the sun and wind in her face and the man she loved beside her. Noting was impossible right now, and she decided to relax and enjoy it while she could. Tomorrow the real world would step in and make times like this more special.

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