WARNING: ANGST! BUT FLUFF AS ALWAYS! [disclaimer in part one] [if you want to read the rest of the chapters they are on Leanne's or my site or e-mail me] Chapter 8a: I Can't Believe It Angel: She tore from my hand and ran up the stairs to the bathroom. I walked up the stairs behind her. By the time I got there she had locked herself in the bathroom and I heard shuffling of paper and whimpering noises. She was crying. "Buffy, can I come in?" I knocked on the door. "No." she stated and I heard the lock of the bathroom click and I went to lean on the wall opposite of the bathroom. Why wouldn't she let me in? I mean hey I've seen her naked, she is my wife and I should know if she is pregnant or not. Well maybe it's because I was a total jackass to her earlier. Why the fuck did I react like that? I called my wife a whore! What in the hell was I thinking? She isn't I didn't smell an other man on her. But a baby? An other one? I mean Conner was miracle enough, but you Buffy..my sweet lovely Buffy..to have my child. I am so un-worthy of that. I can't believe I just made a fucking ass out of myself. She doesn't deserve that. She does not deserve me. God if she has my child it will make me the happiest thing ever. Thanks to the Powers that I don't have that damned curse because just thinking of my beloved having my child makes me happier than heaven. "Buffy, baby, please?" I begged from across the hall. "You will find out soon enough if this *whore* is pregnant." She spat from behind the door and I heard more noises. She was passing back and forth in the bathroom. I didn't know if she wanted this baby or not. But I sure as hell wanted it if it was mine. I wanted it..he or she..as long as it was healthy and it was mine and Buffy's. "You are sure as hell not a whore, Buffy, and you know it. I'm sorry." I sighed. "Too late for sorry mister." I could hear the pout from behind the door. "You already knocked this damn whore up and there is no turning back." She had tears in her eyes as she walked out of the bathroom holding the blue stick. She was crying hard as I just stood there and stared at her. "I'm sorry..so sorry..if you don't want our baby then you can go back to L.A. If you don't believe me I under..u-u-understand. I'm sorry. Please don't be mad. If you are please just leave me I'll raise this baby alone. It's all I've ever wanted. I--I--I'm--m sor--r-r-y, A--a-angel." She sobbed and just stood there looking at me. Her eyes were pleading for me to say something. I was dumbfounded. A baby. Buffy. A baby. Buffy with baby. Baby. My baby. Buffy carrying my baby. Our baby. I looked at her with tears in my eyes. I knew she had no idea what I was thinking. She looked so tormented standing there with sad eyes and the biggest, most beautiful eyes I had ever seen in my life. She was carrying my child how was I so lucky. I crushed her to me in a big hug. The breath that she was holding escaped in one motion and she was left balling on my chest. The stick still in her hands that were balled up in little fist on my chest. "Don't be sorry. I am sorry. I am so sorry, love. You deserve better than me treating you like this and calling the mother of our child a whore. You were never a whore and you never will be all you are is mine, mine to love, mine to spend the rest of my undead life with, and don't you ever forget that. I got so jealous. God, baby. I'm sorry. When you said you were pregnant. God, I never thought I would be that lucky, baby. I never thought I would be lucky enough to have you have my child. The only one I ever loved will give birth to an other little one for me. God. I love you. I love you so much and the baby. I love you both. God. I am so sorry, baby." I said kissing the top of her head and smoothing her hair. "Humph. Angel I am having trouble breathing." She sobbed. "Are you hurt, what? Buffy, are you okay? Please tell me that you are okay. The baby?" I looked her up in down with wide eyes. "I'm fine...we're fine...you took the wind out of me when you grabbed me." She smiled lightly and kissed my lips lightly standing on her tippy-toes. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I'm so sorry. God, I love you." I blurted picking her up in my arms kissing her lips with tender sweetness. "Let's celebrate." "Hm..I know how we can." She smiled and put her legs around my waste suggestively. "I like the way you think, Miss Summers." I smiled and then she frowned. "What?" "Do I get your last name now? I mean this baby needs a last name too. And I know we are husband and wife..well not officially with papers..but what's my last name? Is it Summers, I don't want it to be. I want it to be your last name because I am yours we are a family and I want..." I silenced her with my finger to her lips when we reached her room. "You can have my last name if that's what you want, Buffy." I was soaring. She wanted to be mine. She did. She really did. "So what is it?" she inquired. "What is what?" "Our..last name" her eyes when she said it. "O'Brien." I laughed. "Very Irish." she giggled as she played with my fingers. "That's what I am, silly." I joked. "I know. We have so much to do. We have to pick a baby name. Oh God we need a house. And oh-no we have to tell everyone. And OH! We have to figured out how I got pregnant with YOU!" her eyes widened in fear and anticipation for what was to come. "I know how..love. You got pregnant because of love, our love." He smiled. "I know that, I am not as dumb as I may look *sweetheart*, but I mean technically you are dead with dead stuff inside you like sperm thats well...dead.. and now that *dead* sperm is making a very *alive* baby." She pointed out. "You make me very alive." "You, Mr. O'Brien are very horny and wired right now. Some one needs a very cold shower so we can talk." Buffy smiled at me. "Well you Mrs. O'Brien...God I love saying that...are one to get me wired and plus you just told me that I am going to have a baby with you and you expect me to be calm?" I quirked an eyebrow at her. "Well yes *husband* we need to talk and figure out everything. I am so worried." she said dropping my hands that she was playing with and looked straight up into my eyes. "Well first of all, there is nothing to be worried about. My family is safe as long as I am here. And second of all we have the mansion to live in, but I still need to be in L.A. some of the time so we'll have to figure that out..later. We will call Wesley tomorrow morning after we go out tonight. We will go out and celebrate then I will take you back to the mansion and we'll celebrate...more. Then once that is done. We will tell everyone and research about the baby as well as what happened to me last night and we will make sure everything is okay and it will be.. I promise you. We will discuss living arrangements and baby names and all that later. But right now we both need sleep, and plus I am exhausted. I would take you to the mansion, but I'm afraid we wouldn't have time before the sun rises. Now sleep my love." I kissed her nose and then she looked at me expectantly. "A kiss is all I get? No more loving for the mother of YOUR child?" she pouted. "Not in the house with that child's aunt in the next room. Tomorrow, love. Now sleep." I sighed and smiled at her apologetically. "Okay I get it. Now is time for sleep, but you better damn well make it up to me tomorrow, buddy." she stuck her lip out. I went down to nibble on the out put of pink flesh. She moaned and then I kissed her hard. "I'll make it worth the wait, promise, Mrs. O'Brien." I kissed her one last time and pulled the blanket up over us. "I can't be mad at me when you call me that, Mister." she whined. "I know, love. That's why I did it." I smirked and kissed her head. "Now sleep." "Okay, I love you." she kissed my Cotton clad chest and I felt her eyes flutter closed. "I love you, too. And you." I smiled placing my hand on her abdomen where *our* baby lay. TBC...feed me.