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Chapter Six

Spike watched her sleep, wondering what sorts of dreams she was having, if she'd be able to tell him anything when she awoke.

Before they had gone to bed, she had spoke aloud and told herself that she would remember her dream and learn more. Exhausted from their coupling, she had no problem falling asleep. Spike on the other hand. . . he was wide awake with worry.

Buffy had treated the whole drinking blood phenomenon with non-chalance. Placing a gentle hand on her stomach, Spike silently asked what was going on in there. What did his baby need? What did Buffy need? What would the baby be like? A vampire like him or a human like its mother? Or, would the baby be half human and half vampire? Would it be a fighter like its parents?

Flopping on his back, Spike stared up at the ceiling and snaked his hand
out to Buffy's, grabbing it and holding on. And the whole immortal thing. . . what did it mean and for Christ's sake, why didn't she tell him? He glanced
over at his sleeping wife. Stubborn chit. He was sure if he wasn't already dead, she'd be the one to do him in. Despite all that however, he wouldn't want her any other way. She was everything he needed and wanted in a mate. He often wondered what sort of power was looking out for him when he was the one chosen to be with her. He wanted to thank them profusely.

Her heartbeat. It was racing. He rolled to his side and watched her. Her eyelids were fluttering and her hand tightened around his as if she knew he was holding it, as if she needed him. Should he wake her? Her name was on the tip of his tongue when her eyes snapped open.

"Buffy?" he whispered.

She turned her head and blinked at him, as if trying to gain her bearings and focus.

He waited, sure that if his own heart could beat it would be racing with anticipation. He gripped her hand tightly.

"I need to sit up," she said, her voice hoarse from sleep. Helping her sit up,
he sat up next to her.

"Did you find anything out?"

She looked dazed as she stared at the comforter on the bed. "I'm not sure.
I think so."

"Buffy, you're killing me here. Tell me what you saw—tell me something!"

"I'm sorry, I – I feel like I'm still there."

"There? Where?"

"Wherever I was in my dream. It was bright there. I kept seeing these
flashes of white and it wasn't bright in an annoying, hurt my eyes kind of way, it was bright in a peaceful soothing way. And there were voices,
whispering to me. Encouraging voices. I heard that I had a very serious job
to do and that they were proud of me and that I wouldn't be alone."

"A job to do? What kind of job?"

"I don't know. That's all I kept hearing. I don't know what it has to do
with." She placed her hand on her stomach and looked at him imploringly.
"Do you think it has to do with the baby? Like, he or she has a higher
purpose? I mean it's not exactly inconceivable, it's most conceivable
considering the parents. And maybe the universe was planning for this
moment and that's why they matched us up, and that's why I was born
with all these powers – oh my god, we're fulfilling a prophecy!"

She crawled out of bed hurriedly. Spike made a grab for her, but she moved
out of his grasp and started pacing.

"Buffy-"

"But why us? You'd think something like that would happen to a Slayer, not
to me. Who am I? I'm nobody. Oh yeah. Except I have superpowers. How
many of me are out there? Scary thought. In more ways than one. I, for
one, have never met another me. I wonder if there could be others like me.
Groups of us. I wonder if they've aligned with vampires with souls and
mated." Now she looked forlorn. "I don't want us to be together just
because some higher power made it that way. I want us to be together
because we wanted to be. I don't want some prophecy telling me I have to
love you. I want to love you because . . . because I do. Because you're my
Spike. And I do love you because you're my Spike."

"Buffy—" he started again.

She sat down. "The thing is . . . I felt a part of whatever was talking to me
and I knew they were unlike anything here on Earth. They were so good
and pure. So helpful and caring. And I felt part of them as if I WERE them.
They weren't of this plane. They weren't mortal, that I could feel. They
were greater than that." She stopped and her eyes widened. "Oh God."

"What?"

She looked at him, wide-eyed. "Spike if I felt part of them, as if I were one
of them, then maybe I already am immortal?"

"Do you think that has to do with the blood drinking earlier?"

"No, I don't think so. I really don't. I think that has to do with you being a
vampire."

"But you can't be sure of that Buffy—"

"Bouncing beams of light don't drink blood Spike."

He got out of bed. "How do you know?" he snapped.

"Spike, there's nothing wrong with our baby being a hybrid."

"Don't say that! Our baby is NOT a ‘hybrid', it's a BABY."

"It just means the baby is half you and half me." She rubbed her forehead.
"Whatever the hell I am or becoming." She looked up at him as he stood in
front of her. "I refuse to think that anything we created is bad. It's not. I'm
its mother and it's growing inside of me. I'd know. Our baby is going to be
beautiful and it's going to be special. I can FEEL it. I KNOW it. And
whatever is happening, IF anything is even happening. . . " she took his
hand. "I'm not alone."

Spike sunk to his knees in front of her and placed his head in her lap as he
wrapped his arms around her as well as he could. "Definitely not alone,
pet," he told her hoarsely.

She fingered his curls and stroked his head soothingly. "I really can't wait
for us to find out what the sex is. I hate referring to our baby as ‘it'."

Spike chuckled.

"And I wanted to tell you earlier that in case you had any doubt, you're
going to be a great dad."

He looked up at her, smiling brightly, "Oh?"

She nodded. "Our kid is never going to be able to lie. You're really good at
getting stuff out of people."

Spike broke up laughing and it helped ease the tension in him a bit. "Let's
get to sleep kitten. You need your rest."

Promptly, she let out a yawn. "Good idea." Crawling into bed, she rolled to
her side and Spike wrapped himself around her. "Night, Spike. Love you."

"I love you too Buffy. With everything I am."

"Forever?"

Odd that was the second time she needed reassurance of that. Pulling her
even closer he whispered in her ear, "until the end of the world."

Seeming satisfied, Buffy fell asleep.





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Side note: spikes_niblet, I read your review for You Mean the World to Me. I live in MA too! I went to Salem State for a bit and have been back to Salem frequently on Halloween. It's nuts there, but so much fun!





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