Chapter Fourteen-Florence

Buffy's throat had suddenly gone dry. Here was Faith standing near here, eyes aglow, and no weapons were in sight.

"Dawn, get behind me!" Buffy yelled, shoving her little sister back and jumping into fighting stance.

Faith cackled evily. Than quickly, there was a blinding flash. Faith seemed to be blinking as if her body was trying to stay in two demensions at once. Than, as quickly as she came, she was gone.

Buffy looked a Florence questioningly, expecting the girl to have all the answers.

"That wasn't Faith." Florence replied calmy.

"Well then, who the hell was it?" Buffy asked, hands firmly placed on her hips.

Florence shrugged, "I have no idea."

"Great, so now we have a psycho Faith look alike stalking us too." Buffy sighed and sat down next to Spike.

He patted her on the back softly, "Don't worry Buffy. We'll get through this."

"I know," She sighed. "But, why does it have to be so tough when I find out I'm pregnant. I mean, what if I'm in the middle of a fight and I start puking or something?"

Spike didn't answer. Nobody did. And again, Buffy sighed.

"You do have another warrior here though." Florence spoke up. "And, that reminds me. The most convient place for me to stay is here right now while I'm on earth. Do you mind?"

"No, make yourself at home. You can stay on the couch. I'll get the blankets in a little." Buffy sighed.

Florence nodded and everybody was silent for a while.

"So now what do we do?" Spike asked.

Buffy shrugged, "Sit here and die of boredom?"

"Oh," Florence spoke up, attempting to make conversation with her older brother. "Did you hear that Cecily's a vengence demon?"

"Please, don't remind me." Spike answered. "You know, it's her fault I got turned," He glanced at Buffy. "But...thats not nessisarily a bad thing."

"Cecily? Huh?" Buffy asked, confusion evident on her face.

"Halfrek...I knew her a while ago. And don't ask how. I don't want to get into it." He replied, draping an arm casually over Buffy's shoulder.

"Um...like how long ago?" Dawn asked.

He looked at Dawn, "I *really* don't want to talk about her."

Florence smiled, "We knew her when we were kids."

"Flossie!" Spike yelled.

She smiled innocently, "What?"

"You knew her when you were kids?" Dawn asked, becoming curious.

"Yeah, Wiliam was infatuated with her." Florence smiled.

"Flossie! Shut the bloody hell up!" Spike growled, giving his sister a push.

Dawn giggled, "Really?"

Florence nodded her head.

Buffy suddenly spoke up, breaking in between Florence's and Dawn's conversation, "I think I'm going to be sick again."

"Here," Spike grabbed her arm, attempting to help her up. "Let me help you to the bathroom."

"Oh!" Florence suddenly yelled. "If you find yourself getting fat early. Don't worry. Since the baby's undead. You should find it coming out in about a month or two."

Buffy groaned and Spike just helped her into the bathroom.

"Right!" Florence suddenly yelled to them. "We have to talk about Faith when you come out!"

Buffy groaned again and let Spike lead her the rest of the way to the bathroom.

After emptying her system of all food, Buffy leaned her head against the bathroom counter. "I'm horny."

Spike smirked, "Yeah, well we can't really do it right now considering my little sister, your little sister, and Willow are not that far away from us."

"Why not?" She asked.

"Your hormones are going crazy, luv. Calm down. We have to figure out how to stop Faith first anyway." He smirked again at the impatient look on her face.

"I don't wanna talk about, Faith. Can't we at least do it, for a little?" She smiled innocently.

Soike rolled his eyes, "Get up on the counter."

TBC...

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Chapter Fifteen-Another Warrior

"Mmmmph!" Buffy tried to muffle her moans as Spike's tounge roamed her nether-regions. "Oh God, harder!"

"Shhhh," He looked up, chin slick with her juices. "They'll hear you."

"Don't stop." She whined. "Keep...ahhh." She moaned again as he went about teasing her clit with his tounge again.

"Mmm, you taste so good Buffy. So sweet." He said.

"Mmm, MMM, SPIKE!" She screamed, as she exploded her thick cum all over and into his mouth.

He got up, and wiped his mouth off, "They must of heard you that time, luv."

She blushed slightly, "Shit,..."

"You're loud. What can I say?" He smirked. "But I love that about you." He leaned down and kissed her. She tasted her own juices on his tounge.

She hopped off the counter quickly and pulled her discarded jeans and underwear on. "Remind me, I owe you one later."

"Naw, that one was on me, pet." He smirked. "Now lets go back out there and face the world...or stares..."

She punched him lightly in the arm. And, they both exited the bathroom.

Dawn giggled when they walked back into the room, "What were you two doing in there? You were gone for about twenty minutes. Oh and Buffy? Was that *you* I heard scream?"

Buffy blushed, yet didn't answer his sister's questions. She just gave Dawn a death-glare. Dawn shut up immediately.

"Where'd Wills go?" Buffy asked, looking at her sister.

"The *other* bathroom." Dawn purposely enunciated the word other.

Buffy gave her sister another death-glare.

"Right," Florence broke in. "We have to discuss Faith."

Buffy sighed, "Isn't it. We find her, we kill her? Or is nothing that easy anymore..."

"Sorry, but unfortunately it's not *that* easy." Florence smiled.

"Unfortunately, to kill her, we have to make her drink her own blood." Florence sighed.

"How the hell are we going to do that?" Spike asked, leaning back into the sofa.

"That's why we have to have a plan." Florence sighed. "Not right away though. If my calculations are right, she'll be here in three months to take the baby. She *will* be around before than though. To suppossedly lure Spike back to her."

"Ooo, like that's really going to work." Spike said.

"Oh, and we might need an extra warrior or two."

"Like who?" Buffy asked. "Nobody around here come's to mind. But, Tara *can* help with the magic..."

"Well, yes, that can help. But, I was thinking more along the lines of Angel." Florence replied.

"Angel?!?" Spike cried. "You've got to be shittin' me! I am *not* working with that poof again!"

"He seems to be our only option." Florence said calmly. "I really wouldn't want to see him again either, but..."

"He'll kill me when he finds out about the baby! Also," He growled quietly. "I just fucking *hate* him."

Buffy slapped him on the knee quietly, "Dawn's here." She whispered. "Language."

"Sorry, luv." He kissed Buffy on the cheek.

Dawn rolled her eyes, obviously she had heard them. "I know what the word *fuck* means, Buffy."

"Dawn!" Buffy scolded.

Dawn rolled her eyes, "Whatever."

Florence silently slid the phone over to Buffy, "Maybe you should call him. Have him prepare and get down here soon."

"How soon?" Buffy asked.

"As soon as possible. My calculations *could* very well be off."

Buffy nodded and dialed Angel. Spike growled once she had pressed the tenth number.

"Hi Cordy. Yeah, it's Buffy. Can I speak with Angel?"

*pause*

"Oh...I'm sorry. But, it's really important. Like save-the-world important. Okay,"

*pause*

She turned to look at Spike who was still growling slightly. She sighed, and giggled at his growling, "Guess...old habbits never die." She than turned her attention back to the phone.

"Hi Angel," She spoke. "I'm sorry this is on short notice. But, I really need you to come down here. You see Faith was resurrected from the dead. I'm pregnant. She needs my blood to be the most powerful *demon*. And a girl who works with the PTB's say's I need another warrior."

*pause*

"You'll find out when you get here...and No, Riley's gone."

*pause*

"Well, I guess I'll see you soon than...Yeah you too. Bye."

She hung up the phone, than looked at Spike. "He's coming."

TBC...

A/N: Okies, here is Chapter Sixteen. Hope you enjoy it. I love the feedback I've been getting!

Chapter Sixteen-Visitors

The remainder of the day seemed to be spent moving Spike's belongings to the Summers' household. Everyone had helped besides Buffy, who was excused because of her pregnancy.

Everyone was exhausted now. Spike was fast asleep in Buffy's bed, Florence and Dawn were sprawled out on the living room floor chatting, Willow was lazily watching TV. And Buffy, well, she was starting to have some major moodswings and strange food cravings. In the last few hours her stomach seemed to extend a couple of inches, which made Willow wonder how fast the baby was going to grow while *out* of Buffy's womb.

"I'm hungry." Buffy suddenly spoke, startling Willow.

"Do you want me to get you something, Buffy?" Willow asked, forcing her tired and aching body to sit up.

"No," She spoke, her eyes turning cold. "I want Spike to get me something! He fucking did this to me!" She paused for a second before calling, "SPIKE!"

"Shhh," Willow spoke softly. "Don't wake him. He's exhausted."

"Than Dawn," She looked over at her younger sister who was discussing something intently with Florence. "Get me cottage cheese and ketchup."

Dawn looked disgusted, "What are you on? That's disgusting. You think I'm going to make that crap for you?"

"I feel like cottage cheese and ketchup." Buffy spoke sternly.

Willow made a face, "I'll get it for you Buffy." She paused for a second. "Do you want me to...uh, mix it together?"

Buffy nodded, "Yes please."

"Ewww," Dawn looked even more disgusted. "Buffy that's disgusting. I bet mom didn't even have as weird craving's as you did. Watch, you'll be craving blood next."

"I will not." Buffy glared coldly at her sister. "*That* is disgusting."

"I'm surprised you find anything disgusting after wanting to eac cottage cheese and ketchup." Dawn made another disgusted face.

"Stop being a bitch!" Buffy yelled, flinging her pillow at Dawn and starting to sob.

Willow rushed back in, plate already in hand. "No shhh, Buffy. No need to cry. Dawn's just teasing you." Willow handed the sobbing Buffy the plate and a fork.

"But," Buffy wiped at her tears with the back of her hand. "She's being mean."

"I know," Willow patted Buffy's leg. "Your emotions are going haywire right now. Try to calm down. Think of something happy."

"Like wh-"

She was abruptly cut off when the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it." Willow spoke. "It's probably Angel."

Willow opened the door, and sure enough all of 'Angel Investigations' was standing there. Angel in front, a glum look on his face.

"Um, be careful. Buffy's a teensy bit emotional." Willow said, stepping aside.

Angel nodded, "Uh, you know Wes, and Cordy. This is Gunn and Fred." He pointed to a tall muscular black man, and a petite girl.

"Hi," Fred said, her southern accent standing out.

Willow smiled, "Hi."

"So," Gunn said. "Where's the famous Buffy?"

"Right here." Buffy spoke from her position on the couch.

Angel looked over at Florence, "I don't believe we've met."

Florence shook her head, "Yes we have. You kiledl me. Remember?"

"Oh." Angel said quietly. "Sorry."

"No problem. I work for the PTB's now. So, got a good job after death. Right?" Florence smiled, standing up from her position on the floor next to Dawn.

"Dawn," Angel smiled, half-heartedly.

She just nodded her head in acknowlegement, going to stand over by Florence.

"There's one more person we have to get down." Willow said quietly. "And you have to promise not to hurt or kill him."

Angel raised an eyebrow, "Why would I do that?"

"Um Willow," Buffy spoke up. "He probably won't get up for you. He's a heavy sleeper. Let me wake him." She got up and slowly trudged to the bottom of the stairs.

"SPIKE!" She yelled, causing everyone to cover their ears.

"Spike?" Angel asked. "What the hell is he doing here?"

"SPIKE! GET YOUR LAZY ASS DOWN HERE!" Buffy yelled.

"Bloody hell slayer," Could be heard from upstairs before a disheveled looking Spike descended the stairs. "Oh look, the poofs here." He smirked. "And Buffy's gotten fatter."

She smacked him, "I am *NOT* fat!"

"Right. Whatever, slayer." Spike smriked, helping her over to the couch.

"Okay, and again," Angel said. "What the hell is Spike doing here? And was he sleeping upstairs?"

"Got a problem with that, mate?" Spike said, pulling out a cigarette and lighter.

"No smoking in here!" Buffy scolded. "I'm pregnant."

"Buffy, the baby doesn't need to breathe." Spike looked down at her, only causing her to slap him again.

"Still. No smoking." She said, grabbed his cigarette and wripping it apart.

"Hey! I could of put that back!" Spike glared at Buffy.

"Ah, " Dawn suddenly spoke up. "Look at all the sexual tension between those two." Florence and her giggled.

Buffy glared, "There is *no* sexual tension."

"Oh right, my bad, you guys already are-" She was cut off by Willow covering her mouth.

"Shhh, Dawnie. Buffy will break the news herself." The redhead whispered to the younger Summers.

"Okay, anyone gonna answer my question?" Angel asked, placing himself in a seat across from Buffy and Spike.

"Right," Spike smirked. "I live here."

Angel chuckled, "You're joking, right?"

Spike didn't smile, "No mate. I *seriously* live here."

Angel look furious for a second right before he lunged at Spike from across the coffee table. Buffy stopped him.

"Don't hurt him." She slapped Angel just like she'd slapped Spike minutes before.

"*Okay*," Angel said. "Now, *really* tell me what the hell is going on."

Spike spoke up, still smirking, "Well you see, Buffy's carrying *my* child."

TBC...

A/N: Sorry this chapter is kinda uneventful. But I promise I'll try to make the next one more eventful.

Chapter Seventeen-Everyone

Before Angel could lunge, or do any bodily harm to Spike, the doorbell rang. Saving his ass. Buffy glared at him and motioned towards the door.

He opened it to be greeted by a strange looking green demon.

"Hi, I'm Lorne. This is the place where Angel is, right?" He asked, smiling at Spike.

Spike gave him a strange look but replied, "Yeah, the poofs here."

Spike stepped aside and motioned for the green-yet-strange-looking demon to come in. He than rolled his eyes when he saw who else was approaching the door of the Summers' house.

The whlep and his x-demon lover.

Spike stepped aside for Anya, but didn't move out of the way for Xander.

"And you are here for?" Spike asked, an obnoxious smirk forming on his face.

"Look Evil Un-well, Not-So-Dead, move aside. I'm here to see Buffy." Xander spoke.

"Spike!" He heard Buffy call. "Let Xander in, or else..."

He turned to look at Buffy, yet still blocking the doorway from Xander, "Or else, what?"

She peirced him with a death glare, which made him reconsider not letting Xander in.

Xander walked past Spike, yet groaned when he saw the visitors. Cordelia gave Xander a half-smile in response to his groan.

Spike passed Wesley on his way over to the couch, flicking the cast that was wrapped around his neck.

"Hey!" The x-watcher yelled. "Don't do that."

Spike smirked, "Just havin' a little fun."

"Xander," Anya spoke up. "Is it just me or does it look like Buffy's pregnant?"

Xander turned to look at Buffy and it looked like his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. "Buff..."

"Yes," Buffy groaned. "I'm pregnant Xander."

"Who?" Xander asked.

"Who do you think? We talked about the person I was seeing in the Magick Box." Buffy sighed, drapping an arm over her stomach.

"But, he was dead then. Thats not possbile." Xander gaped. "I mean, I didn't even want to believe you *were* sleeping with him."

"Please don't make such a big scene," Buffy groaned again.

"Oh!" Anya said. "Can I throw the baby shower, please?"

"If we have time for a baby shower before Faith attacks, sure." Buffy replied.

"Ooo! Great! Now, what kind od decorations do you think we should use?" Anya smiled broadly.

"Ahn," Xander spoke. "Now's hardly the time."

"Yes, but it's fun. Planning a wedding and baby shower!"

"Ahn," Xander spoke more forcefully. "I think we're gonna be attack by Faith by what Buffy said. We'll plan later."

Anya sighed, yet reluctantly turned her attention back to Buffy.

"So, it's true." Angel suddenly spoke, looking at Buffy. "You've been sleeping with Spike."

Buffy nodded, looking down. "Yeah."

"Why?" Angel asked.

She looked up at Angel, "What kind of a question is that?"

"Well..." Angel trailed off not knowing what to say.

"Spike's good, he's been helping us for years, I slept with him, he got me pregnant, he died, came back alive. End of story." Buffy managed to say without taking a breath.

"He died? Came back alive?" Angel asked.

"Yes," Spike replied this time. "Came back bloody married to Faith. No soddin' memory either. Well, at least now my memories back."

"And," Buffy said. "She wants my baby to become the most powerful demon on earth."

"In the universe." Florence corrected.

"Whatever," Buffy said.

"Hey, who's she?" Anya spoke up pointed at Florence. "I haven't seen her before."

"She's my sister. An extra warrior to help fight." Spike replied.

"Sister?" Xander asked.

"Yes whelp, sister." Spike glared at Xander who was smiling as if he was about to laugh. "Do you find something funny about that?"

"Just you having a sister..."

Everyone stared at Xander.

"Nevermind." Xander said. "Nevermind."

"We *should* start planning." Willow spoke up. "I'll call Tara."

Buffy groaned, "Argh. Always planning. Always slaying. I just want to have my baby in peice."

"Sorry Buffy," Spike smriked. "We're in Sunnyhell, no can do."

"We're going to need a midwife too." Willow said, thinking aloud.

"Well, do you think you or Tara can find one. Someone that won't freak if Faith attacks?" Spike asked.

Willow look skeptical, "I'm gonna call Tara now."

Everyone sat in silence for a few minutes.

"So," Cordelia spoke up looking at Xander. "You're getting married to Anya?"

He nodded, "Yep."

"Oh."

Everyone was silent again, that was until Buffy groaned.

"What's wrong, pet?" Spike asked.

"Stomachache." She groaned.

"Um, need anything?" He asked.

"No."

Spike looked at her worried, "Are you sure?"

She glared at him, "I am sure! Leave me the fuck alone!"

Everyone except Spike, Dawn, and Florence looks surprised at Buffy's sudden outburst.

"Buffy, Lil' Bits around." Spike said softly.

"So?" She asked. "I'm pregnant here. I should be able to say and do what I want!"

Spike placed his head in his hands. This was going to be an annoying few days.

TBC...

Chapter Eighteen- Bliss

Spike sighed, walking into the kitchen area to get a glass of water. Angel followed him. And, before he knew it, he found himself pinned against the wall.

"What gave you t he right to take advantage of her?" Angel hissed, shoving Spike harder into the wall, knocking his head.

"I didn't take advantage of her, mate." Spike hissed back, shoving Angel off of him. "She wants me. Get over it."

"You...You did a spell or something!" Angel forced him back agains the wall.

"I didn't do any bleedin' spell, you poof." Spike seemed to rip open the refridgerater door, searching for the bottle of water. He found it and quickly poured himself a glass.

"Bullshit." Angel hissed. "Why the fuck do you think I should believe you?"

"Ooo, talkin' dirty now you poof. Haven't heard you talk like that in years." Spike smirked. "Maybe I should wash your mouth out with soap."

Angel forced Spike up against the wall once again.

"Ow!" Spike pushed Angel off him once again. "It's a good thing I didn't loose my strength."

"Myabe it's not, because than I could kill you easier." Angel growled.

Spike rolled his eyes, "Get over yourself. She doesn't want you anymore." He than stomped out of the kitchen and back into the living room. Quietly, he sat back down next to Buffy.

"Where did you go?" Buffy demanded once Spike was seated back next to her.

"Kitchen. Your ex tried to kill me, pet." He smirked as Angel was walking back into the room.

"Argh! Why do you two have to fight? Do I have to put you two in seperate rooms? Give you time outs?!" She glared at the vampire and ex-vampire.

Spike shrugged, bring the glass up to his lips to take a sip. Buffy quickly grabbed the water out of Spike's hands, taking a gulp out of the glass.

"Thank you for the water."

"That wasn't for you, pet. But go ahead. Take it." Spike leaned back against the soft cushions of the couch.

Buffy didn't respond.

"Does every woman act like this when they're pregnant? I mean I don't want to act like this when I get pregnant. Buffy's being a real bitch!" Anya suddenly spoke up looking at her fiancee.

"Ahn!" Xander exclaimed.

"What?" She said, recieving glares from both Xander and Buffy.

"I am *not* being a bitch." Buffy said firmly.

Spike tried to stop from smirking, but couldn't help it.

"I'm not!" She said, looking at Spike. Her eyes starting to fill with fresh tears.

"Oh, Buffy." Spike said, taking her into his arms just as she started sobbing. "Shhh, pet. It's okay." He whispered while stroking her hair.

She buried her face in his shoulder and let out another sob.

Dawn couldn't help but crack up and Spike glared at the younger Summers'.

"Maybe I should get you to bed," Spike suggested to Buffy.

"But," She started to protest.

"I'll give you a treat." He whispered.

She nodded.

"We're going to get to bed." Spike spoke up. "See you in the morning."

Dawn smirked, "Buffy try not to make too much noise."

Spike and Buffy both shot Dawn matching glares. While Angel had to mentally talk himself into not attacking Spike.

Spike gently led Buffy up the stairs, shutting the door to her room once they got there. They both didn't say a word while they got undressed.

"Now pet, you don't have to do a thing for me. This is for *you* and only *you*. Got it." He smiled.

She nodded, laying down on the bed. He crawled up between her legs, dipping his tounge slowly into her nether lips. She moaned.

He than slowly slid one finger into her, rubbinbg it gently over her clit. She whimpered this time. He smiled again, sticking a second finger in. She moaned loudly, begging for more with her moans.

He smiled, sticking a third finger in. Again, gently raking each one across her swollen clit.

"Harder. Please." She begged.

Slowly, he dipped his head down, starting to tease her clit with his tounge, every so often nipping on it sofly with his teeth. All the while, pumping the three fingers in and out of her.

She came quickly, thrashing on her bed and letting the waves of pleasure wash over her.

He smiled after and climbed into bed next to her. Scooping her into his arms. She leaned against him and they both fell into a blissful sleep.

TBC...

A/N: Okay, now this is gonna be the *last* chapter I write before I head to Ft.Lauderdale. Hope you enjoy it!

Chapter Nineteen-Arrival

Spike awoke early, finding Buffy nuzzled cozy and warm in his arms. He smiled and kissed the top of her head, before gently scooting out of bed and heading for the bathroom. He needed a warm shower.

Quietly, sneaking out of the room. He ran face first into Angel. He scowled. Great. Luckily, Angel didn't attack though. He just growled lightly and walked downstairs. Spike would've loved to push his sire out of an open sunny window at this point.

He ran the shower, and started washing himself off. And before he knew it, he felt warm arms wrap around his back. He moaned and leaned into his lovers embrace.

"You could've slept longer you know." He said, gently rinsing shampoo out of his bleached blonde locks.

"I know, but I heard you leave. Decided I wanted to take a shower with you." She replied, standing on her tip-toes tto give him a peck on the lips.

He leaned down and deepened the kiss. And soon, they had totally forgotten about the shower. They were too wrapped up in each other.

"Mmm," Buffy moaned as Spike gently pushed her against the wall and started kissing down her exposed body.

"Baby's gotten bigger over night." He mumbled, stopping for a second to rub her plump stomach.

She giggled but quickly pushed him farther down to her pussy, which was aching for his tounge.

She watched as two wet fingers dissapeared into her now sopping wet vagina. She moaned lously, which was thankfully concealed by the hissing of the shower.

Quickly, he stuck his tounge in her as he continued pumping in and out of her with his fingers. He nibbled on her clit, and smiled when he heard a squeal.

"You're close to comin' baby, I can feel it. Let go for me." He mumbled, sucking harder on her erect clit.

She came for him, thrashing around while he held her hips so she didn't fall over.

He looked up at her and smiled, "Nice stress realiver, eh?"

"It's a nice stress realiver for every night." She smiled, pulling him up to her for a passionate yet hungry kiss.

He smiled against her lips than continued washing the shampoo out of his hair. They both bathed each other and than exited the bathroom only to again (for Spike), come face to face with Angel. He gave them both a dissaproving glare yet again didn't attack. Spike let out a relieved sigh.

Spike and Buffy both descended the stairs hand in hand until Buffy almost fell over face first. She yelped in pain.

"Whats wrong pet, are you okay?" He asked, holding her up.

"Con..." She let out a shaky breath. "I think...contractions."

"Shhh," He said, helping her sit down on the top step.

He sat down next to her and let her lean on him.

After a minute, she seemed to be feeling better and he helped her the rest of the way downstair, setting her in the kitchen.

"What do you want to eat pet?" He asked, rumaging through the cabinets.

"It's okay, I can-" She hissed in pain as she tried to get up.

Spike helped her sit down again, "Sit. Now, what do you want to eat?"

"Cereal will be fine. Do we have any chex left?" She asked, clutching the side of her stomach in pain.

"Yeah," He poured and bowl for himself and her and they ate in silence.

A loud crashing from the living room startled them both and they both went running-- well, one went hobbling, out too se what the chaos was. And sure enough, Faith was standing there, holding a silver dagger in her right hand. It was pointed towards Florence's throat.

"NO!" Spike yelled pushing the demon Faith away from his little sister, developing a cut on his bicep while doing so.

She cuckled evily and lunged for Buffy. Angel was there in time to stop her from hurting him, and instead she stabbed Angel in the leg.

Spike ran over and lashed out at her, throwing various punches and kicks. Yet, none seemed to repel her.

Suddenly, there was a loud gasp and an agonizing scream. Everyone turned to look at Buffy as she lashed herself onto Spike's arm.

"Spike," She gasped. "I think my water broke!"

TBC...feedback, feedback, I LOVE feedback.

P.S. Don't you guys just love the cliffhanger I leave you on? And for three whole days! *gasp*

Chapter Twenty-Less

Spike's eyes grew wide. "No, no it didn't."

"Yes," Buffy panted. "The baby's coming."

Faith cackled from behind, grabbing Buffy by the arms. Spike, again lashed out at Faith.

"Stay the fuck away from her." He hissed.

Florrence and Angel joined up with Spike, attacking Faith while Spike motioned for everyone else to take Buffy upstairs to deliver the baby.

Faith held up her sword, shoving it into the same cut she had made on Spike's arm before. He hissed in pain. She just laughed. That's when Spike realized, the dagger was glowing.

He quickly grabbed it out of his arm and headed towards Faith with it. She knocked it out of his hand and sent him flying into the wall.

Luckily, Angel's legs seemed to be healing at a rapid pace so he could run and catch the dagger before Faith could. Yet, like Spike, in a minute he was thrown against the wall also.

Next, Florence went after Faith, trying to grab the dagger out of the demon's hands. And again, Faith would have non of it. Yet, instead of throwing her against the wall, she threw her through the window.

Spike growled and lunged at Faith again, eyes determined to beat this monster even if he died doing it. He was *not* going to allow her to get within inches of his child that was to be born in soon. And, she had hurt Florence.

Amazingly, Spike managed to grab the dagger out of Faith's hand. He than stabbed her quickly in the stomach. It seemed to draw power out of her and she fell weakly to the floor for a minute before getting up again.

She tried to lunge at Spike, but only managed to weakly. And again, she landed on the sword.

She glared at Spike and hobbled to the door, "I'll be back."

Spike looked over at his grandesire, "Don't let her get away. Find her and kill her. And, make sure Flossie's okay. Please."

Angel nodded and quickly followed Faith out the door.

"I'm okay."

Spiike spun around to see his little sister clutching her bleeding stomach. Spike ran over to her, grabbing a washcloth quickly on the way. He pressed the soft object to her stomach.

"Don't worry Flossie. You'll be okay."

"William, you have to go up and help get the baby delivered. Please." She looked over at her older brother, her chocolate eyes watery.

"But what about-"

She cut him off, "I'll be fine. I have to be healed thats all. Don't forget, I work with the PTB's. Now hurry. Please."

Spike nodded, running up the stairs towards his girlfriend-in-labor.

Screaming could be heard from Willow's room once Spike got upstairs. He rushed into the room, to find Buffy on the floor, breathing hard as he watched his son being born.

Willow glanced up, "Spike! Help!"

He nodded, kneeling down. "What do you want me to do?"

"Give her this." Tara handed him some type of spell concoction. "It will help dull the pain, and she won't take it from me."

Spike nodded trying to get Buffy to drink the coppery colored fluid. "Comon baby, drink up. There'll be no more pain."

She shook her head, turning it away from him as she let out an ear-throbing scream.

Spike quickly held her nose and titled her head back, forcing her to drink the fluid.

She glared at him, yet seemed to quit screaming almost immediately. Now, the only sounds being heard was the occasional whimpering of Buffy and her breathing as she pushed their baby out.

Spike looked over at her and grabbed her hand, "Come on, Buffy. You can do it."

She glared at him, managing to get out, "I'm trying."

He nodded, kissing her lightly on the hand.

TBC...chapters kinda short, sorry. *sigh*. I'm realllllllllllllly tired from the trip. Oh and sorry, I stayed an extra day.

A/N: Sorry, this chappy is kinda short. Hope ya enjoy it though!

Chapter Twentyone-Joyce & Nayles

"I can't believe you did this to me!" Buffy screamed at Spike, for it had been two hours and she was still in labor. The pain-numbing spell had pretty much worn off and she was crushing Spike's hand and throwing various insults at him.

Unfortunately, Angel had not been able to catch up with Faith when she had left. So, Faith was not dead, but somewhere getting her strength back.

Now, everyone was gathered in the room watching as Buffy gave birth while screaming at Spike.

"Shhh, calm down, luv," Spike whispered soflty, stroking her hair with his un-injured hand.

"CALM DOWN? CALM DOWN?!?!?!?!" She screamed in his face, and a popping sound could be heard from his hand. Spike hissed in pain. "YOU DID THIS TO ME! YOU SHOULD BE THE ONE GOING THROUGH BIRTH PAINS! NOT ME!" She wailed and closed her eyes as another set of contractions hit her full-force.

"Here," Tara came up beside Buffy. "Drink this. Please." She handed Buffy another batch of the pain-numbing liquid.

Buffy greedily grabbed it out of the witch's hand and drank it greedily. And, she sighed and started calming down as the spell kicked in.

"Oh My Goddess!" Willow said, excitment in her voice. "The baby's coming!"

People gathererd around to help Willow get the baby out as Spike stayed by Buffy, smoothing her hair down.

"It's..." A loud screetching wail of a baby could be heard cutting Willow off from what she's going to say. They quickly cut the embellical cord, before Willow spoke again. "Theres another."

"Another?" Spike aksed. "As in *two* babies?"

Willow nodded, as Tara handed a baby boy in a blanket over to Spike. He looked into his wailing sons blue eyes, and even though he could see a resembelnce of himself amognst the child. He smiled.

Another wailing was heard, bringing Spike back to reality.

"This one's a girl!" Willow proclaimed proudly. "Buffy you have a boy and a girl!"

Buffy sighed, exhaustion written all over her features as she looked at Spike. "Let me hold him."

Spike nodded and handed the baby to Buffy just as Willow was handing his daughter to him.

Dawn, who wasn't allowed in the room until this point, came in after hearing the screaming babies.

"Ooo, They're sooooo cute!" She cooed, kneeling down next to her exhausted sister.

"They better not turn out to look like Un-UnDead boy Jr." Xander chuckled slightly, earning a glare from everyone-including Angel-in the room.

"That is not nice Xander. In fact, Spike is quite handsome." Anya proclaimed proudly.

Spike smiled and Xander almost choked on his own siliva.

"What did you say?" Xander asked, looking at his fiancee.

"I *said* Spike was good looking." Anya stated again.

"Okay, enough with the chit-chat." Spike said, looking over at Xander. "Can I please have a moment with Buffy and the babies?"

Everyone nodded, leaving Spike alone with his family-or at least part of his family- as he wished.

"What do you think we should call 'em?" Spike asked.

Buffy shrugged, "How about I name the girl and you name the boy?"

Spike nodded, "Fair enough."

Spike quietly, ran each hand down the side of his children's face, mesmerized that *he* was actually a father. Just seeing his children brought into the world made it all real. He really *was* a father.

"I think I'll call her Joyce..."Buffy spoke up. "She had my mom's eyes."

Spike smiled, "Nayles, I think I'll call him Nayles."

"Nayles?!?" Buffy asled, looking at Spike like he was insane.

"Yeah, you get it, Spike, Nayles?" He smirked.

"Is there anyway you'll reconsider?" She asked.

"Nope."

TBC...Feedback Peez!

Chapter Twentytwo- Family Time

"You have to reconsider." Buffy said firmly. "What do you expect me to say. 'Hi this is my son Nayles...' It sounds weird."

:Well I'm *not* reconsidering, Nayles it is." He said, a look of determination on his face.

"I just can't wait to see the look on everyone's face when they find out," Buffy said sarcastically.

"Well, than be excited." Spike smirked.

"Uhh," Buffy groaned. "Well *I* get to choose the middle names."

"No you don't. I choose *her* middle name. And you choose his." Spike's smirk grew wider.

"Please don't make it bad. Nayles...his middle name will be Giles." Buffy smiled.

"Giles? After the librarian? Are you crazy?" Spike asked.

"No. Giles is like a father to me!" Buffy said defiantly.

"Fine. And Joyce's middle name with be Nibblet after the Nibblet." Spike smirked again.

"Can't it be Dawn instead?!?" Buffy asked.

"Nope." Spike replied stubbornly.

"Oh My God, So we have Joyce Nibblet and Nayles Giles, you *are* so screwed up Spike." Buffy said, yet couldn't help but grin. "God you *are* screwed up...what will their friends think?"

Spike shrugged, "Don't know. Don't care."

A low knock sounded at the door, "Buffy can I come in?" Came Dawn's voice from the other side.

"Yeah," Buffy replied.

A low click could be heard as Dawn walked in, quietly shutting the door behind her. "I wanted to see my neice and nephew."

Buffy smiled, "Would you like to hold one?"

"I get to hold Joyce first though. I haven't even held her yet." Spike said stubbornly making both Dawn and Buffy giggle.

"Okay, she can hold him." Buffy said, handing Dawn Nayles. "Don't forget to support the head."

"I know," Dawn said. "So you named her Joyce? After mom?"

"Yeah," Buffy replied. "She has mom's eyes."

Dawn looked down at Nayles as he gripped her index finger, "What did you name him?"

"Me?" Buffy asked. "Spike named him and I'm still not happy with the name."

"So what is it?" Dawn asked.

"Nayles." Buffy replied.

"Nayles. Kinda like the nails you hammer into a wall?" Dawn asked, giggling.

"Hey!" Spike said defensively. "It goes along great with my name!"

"So whats their middle names?" Dawn asked, excited to hear what Spike had chosen this time.

"His middle name is Giles." Buffy said. "And he named her after you."

"So, Dawn?" Dawn asked.

"No, Nibblet." Spike replied.

Dawn giggled again, "Nibblet."

"Yes, Nibblet." Spike said.

Another knock sounded at the door.

"I want to come in." Came Anya's voice. "Cuz I really want to see the babies!"

"Give us a few minutes." Buffy replied. "We're having a little 'family time' here."

"Fine!" Anya said, and they could hear her stomping away.

Both girls giggled yet again.



AN: Chapter kinda short and not that exciting, but I'll try to make the next more exciting!