Epilogue

She looked at the small white wand again. This was the fifth one that she had used. But there was no denying it. She was pregnant with Spike's child. Straightening her shoulders, she walked out of the bathroom, then entered her closet and pulled out a short, black dress for her dinner date with her love.

Her doorbell rang fifteen minutes later, and she opened it to reveal Spike dressed in a tuxedo, carrying a fistful of cream-colored roses. He kissed her in greeting, and she retrieved a vase from her dining room, filling it with water and taking the roses from him. She set them in the water, pulled her sheer black shawl around her shoulders, and took the arm Spike offered her.

Outside her house, a long, white limousine was parked. The chauffer opened the door for the obviously smitten couple, then got into the driver's seat and they were on their way.

Spike was fidgeting nervously, and his hand kept trailing to his pocket. Buffy became aware of his nervous movements, and asked softly "What's wrong, baby?"

He looked at her, saw the genuine concern on her face. Love poured from his cerulean eyes. "Buffy, do you love me?"

"Of course I do. I've never felt this way about anyone, ever." She smiled. "What's up?"

"You know that I feel the same way, baby. You know that you're the best thing that ever happened to me." He gave a half smile before reaching for his pocket again. "How would you like to make it legal?"

Buffy's mouth dropped open in shock. Tears immediately clouded her vision as Spike got down on one knee and pulled a small, dark blue jewelry box out of his pocket. Upon opening it, Buffy saw the most perfect, white gold and sapphire ring with diamonds framing the blue stone. "Buffy Anne Summers, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"

"I�" A tear rolled down her cheek. "I don't know what to say."

He grinned. "Come on now, luv. We've done this before." He cleared his throat, grinning. "Just say yes, and make me the happiest man on Earth."

She flung her arms around his neck, covering his face with kisses. "Oh, Spike, of course I'll marry you!" She pulled back and held out one hand daintily. "Put it on me?"

Spike gently took her hand in his and slipped the ring onto her finger. It fit perfectly.

Buffy sat up suddenly. "Spike, while we're in surprise mode� I have something to tell you."

He sat back onto the seat, his head cocked warily. "What is it, luv?"

"Spike� I'm pregnant. We're going to have a baby." She smiled through her tears.

It was Spike's turn to have his mouth drop open in shock. He grinned. "Cor," he whispered, placing one hand on her belly. "A baby. I don't know what I did to deserve this life, luv, but I'm so glad I got it." His face immediately straightened with resolve. "If it's a boy we're naming him William Andrew. If it's a girl, we're naming her Molly."

Buffy laughed. "I understand the William, but Molly?"

"My little sister, luv. Her name was Molly. Molly Elizabeth Bradford. She� died of typhus when I was fifteen." A sad, faraway look passed over his features.

"What if it's twins?" she suddenly asked. "I've always wanted a Jason or a Leah."

Spike grinned. "I love you. You're the most amazing woman I have ever met. I'm so bloody thankful that I have you."

"So when are we getting married?"

"That's a secret."

~*~*~

An hour later, Spike and Buffy exited the small wedding chapel as Mr. and Mrs. William Andrew Bradford. The bride wept. The groom grinned like an idiot during the entire ceremony. Life was good.

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