Chapter Eight

The next week passed quickly for the newlyweds. When they were inside they made love passionately. They walked through the city admiring the nightlife, slaying demons left and right. They put a rather large dent into the demon population of New York, but they knew that it would bounce back as soon as they returned to Sunnydale. On the last night of their honeymoon, they lay in the large bed of their penthouse basking in the afterglow of a particularly earth-shattering round of lovemaking.

"Spike?" Buffy asked softly.

"Mm."

"How are we going to break all this to everyone back home?"

"I think that the us being in love and having a baby aspect is going to hit your mates harder than the world ending." Spike chuckled.

"Xander is gonna pass out."

"What about Captain America? I can just see you telling him." He cleared his throat and affected a dreadful American accent. "Riley, I'm sorry, I can't be your girlfriend anymore because I'm carrying the spawn of a soulless demon."

"Yeah, that'll go over really well."

"We're going to tell them everything, luv."

"Everything?" Buffy giggled.

"Well, maybe not everything, but you know what I meant." He tucked her underneath his chin. "Now, sleep. We're going home tomorrow."

"I am not moving into your crypt!" Buffy stated as she and Spike walked into the Magic Box the next night. "It's not exactly healthy to live in a graveyard."

Spike sighed. "I don't think your mum would fancy me moving in with you, either, pet. Now that your little sis is staying with her, I'm not sure she'd enjoy living with newlyweds."

"Why are you guys talking about moving in with each other?" Xander asked. "I thought you were gonna get an annullment."

Buffy smiled patronizingly. "It's a little late for that, Xander."

"Oh. My. God. I believe this falls under the category of way too much information." Xander began hyperventilating. "Okay, Xand-man. Think of nice images. Fluffy bunnies..."

"What? Where?!" Anya shrieked, immediately leaping from her chair onto the table.

"Anya, for God's sake, get off the table." Giles sighed. "I assure you, there are no rodents in the building." He pulled off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose.

"So... so you guys were talking about moving in together?" Willow asked, bringing them full-circle in the conversation.

Buffy smiled sheepishly. "Yeah. See, when we were in New York, Spike and I kinda... fell in love."

"But you're my girlfriend!" Riley piped up from his seat in a corner of the shop.

Tara, in a moment of outgoingness, stood, walked over to Riley, and patted him on the head. "Riley, when they got married, it kinda voided whatever relationship you had with Buffy." She then walked back to her chair and sat down once again, a blush slowly coloring her cheeks.

"And that's not all," Spike stated. He turned to Buffy.

"We sorta... fulfilled a prophecy," she finished for him.

"Dear Lord," Giles gasped. "Buffy, you're not--"

"Pregnant? Yeah, I am. We need to find the Child of Light pronto."

A dull thud echoed through the suddenly silent magic shop as Xander hit the floor in a dead faint.

"Mom, I'm home!" Buffy called as she entered her house, holding Spike's hand. She was suddenly jerked back as she realized that the barrier was up. "Come in, Spike."

He stepped into the house slowly, giving Buffy a peck on the lips, then quickly straightening up as Joyce Summers walked out into the foyer. She smiled at the obviously happy couple, hugging them both (to the surprise of Spike), then called up the stairs. "Dawn! Your sister is home!"

A fourteen-year-old girl bounded down the stairs, brown hair swaying behind her. She stopped on the last step, looking at her older sister tentatively. "Buffy?" she asked. The young girl grinned widely, then launched herself into her sister's arms. The two girls hugged each other tightly for a few moments, then pulled back.

"Dawnie, this is my husband. Spike, this is my little sister, Dawn." They smiled politely at one another.

"So you're married, huh? Aren't you a little young?"

"I'm nineteen, Dawn. That's plenty old enough. Especially for--You know what, I'll tell you later. It's a long story." Buffy turned and walked into the kitchen, where she poured herself a glass of water. She stood at the sink, drinking the cold liquid slowly.

"Are you going to tell me that you're a vampire slayer and Spike is a vampire?" Dawn asked from behind Buffy, nearly causing her to drop her glass.

The Slayer spun around. "Who told you that?"

"Mom, actually. She told me everything she knows. But I'm betting there is a whole lot more."

"And maybe, when you're older, big sis will tell you the rest," Spike said, leaning in the kitchen doorway.

"Aw, but I want to know now! I'm not a little kid!"

Buffy sighed. "Fine. Go into the living room. Spike and I will be out in a minute." As Dawn left the kitchen, Buffy turned back toward the sink, drinking more water. She braced one hand against the metal basin as she drank. Strong, leather-clad arms wrapped around her from behind, and a cool mouth nipped at the soft flesh at the nape of her neck. Buffy set the cup down in the sink, then leaned into Spike's comfortable embrace, melting against him. She gave a little sigh of pleasure, then turned in his arms and kissed him tenderly. "I think we're gonna have to sensor ourselves. PG-13 audience in there," she murmured against his mouth.

"Right. So you leave out some of your little details and I'll leave out a lot of mine," Spike said, chuckling. He released her from his arms and took her hand, weaving his fingers through hers. "Let's do it."

They sat on the couch, Buffy leaning against Spike's chest as he draped an arm about her shoulders. The tale of Buffy, the Vampire Slayer, minus a few important details, began to take shape. Dawn listened in rapt fascination as Buffy told of her calling, her first Watcher, and her move to Sunnydale. Spike told about his first experience with the Slayer, how they had always been unable to kill each other (maim, yes, kill, no), and how he had found himself growing attracted to her despite the moral wrongness of the situation. Buffy's voice began to tremble as she told the story of Angelus, and of sending Angel to hell with his soul. Dawn's eyes misted over as Buffy's third year in Sunnydale was described. She was truly engrossed in the story by the time Buffy described putting Faith in a coma, and giggled when Spike disdainfully recollected his days of being chained in Giles' bathtub. Both Buffy and Spike told about the 'do my will' spell gone awry that had caused them to become engaged, and the destruction of the Initiative complex. This brought them up to the present time.

"So we got married, went to New York, I got kidnapped, Spike saved me, we fell in love, and I somehow ended up pregnant. The end," Buffy finished.

"Pregnant?" Joyce asked, stunned, from the doorway. "I'm too young to be a grandma."

"Mom, Spike and I need to tell you something. Can we go into the kitchen, please?" The blond couple stood, following Joyce into the kitchen. "Mom, Spike and I may have... um... fulfilled the first part of an end-of-the-world prophecy. If we don't find someone called the Child of Light before nine months are up, everything we know will go plooie."

"Very eloquently put, pet," Spike said. "And you know we're going to find the Child of Light. It just takes a bit of research."

The telephone rang. Buffy answered it, then had a brief, hushed conversation. She hung up the phone, then turned to her mother and husband. "That was Giles. He has some info about the Child of Light. Mom, Spike and I will see you later. If you need us, we're staying in the mansion on Crawford Street," she called over her shoulder. "Coming, honey?"

Spike followed his wife out the door.

"What do you have for us?" Buffy asked her Watcher upon entering his condo. "Something good?"

Giles looked up from the book he was reading. "I was researching the prophecy about you two, and I may have accidentally stumbled upon something about this... Child of Light. It seems--that Angel is the father."

Buffy's mouth dropped open, but she quickly snapped it shut again. "Well I would go with the whole 'vampires can't have children' spiel, but we know that's a lie." She straightened her spine, preparing for the answer to her next question. "Who's the mother?"

"Darla."

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