A/N thank you for all the reviews of the first part of Strange Bedfellows, if you are reading this, and it does not make sense, you need to go and read Strange Bedfellows, the beginning of this story. So here it is the originally titled Strange Bed Fellows 2!

DISCLAIMER: All characters belong to people a lot richer and important than me! I.e. Joss Whedon, ME etc.

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Strange Bedfellows 2

Chapter 1

False Alarms & New Horizons

It had been nearly two months ago since the shocking scene, of Buffy, plundering Spike's blood bags. Luckily for her, it had been a passing phase. She was now nearly four months pregnant and enjoyed the more traditional cravings. She sat on the armchair in their home, munching on a large peanut butter and pickle sandwich. She switched on the TV, and placed her free hand on the swell of her slightly rounded stomach.

When Buffy had experienced those early blood cravings, she had been terrified that she was becoming a vampire; it was her deepest fear. Not that she had anything against vampires, or at least one in particular, she smiled. Giles had discovered an ancient passage in one of his books that had laid her fears at rest, apparently it had been caused by the influence of the demon genes, but there was no reason for her to not have a perfectly normal, healthy child.

Spike, was at that moment, fast asleep in their lower domain. Exhausted from the night before, it had been busy at "Willies" the previous evening, Spike had recently been promoted to bar manager, something that Buffy was extremely proud of. It meant more money for them, but things were still tight, he refused to let her get a part time job to help out. It must be all those Victorian values of his "William" side coming out in him, she thought.

She knew she should be happy, she had a man who loved her, and a child, they could never had hoped to have, if it hadn't been for her fateful trip to the magic shop. Buffy sighed, it was all the inactivity that was getting to her, and there was still no new slayer in Sunnydale. She had to sit home night after night while her friends would come by to hook up with Spike, when it was his turn to patrol.

She switched off the TV and wandered back downstairs, with nothing else to do, she joined her husband on the bed, and she lay back and stared at the ceiling, letting out a deep sigh. A cold muscular arm wrapped it's self around her.

"What is it? Pet?" asked a sleepy male voice.

Buffy wanted to lie, to make Spike not worry, but the power of the Hakika demon was still too powerful.

"I just feel so useless, what am I supposed to do? Sit here and blow up like a beach ball for the next five months?" she asked.

Spike opened his blue eyes; he leaned forward and kissed her forehead.

" You'll still look sexy to me, what ever you look like, besides Giles has already told you, that you can help with the research Buffy," he said.

"Come on Spike, you know me, not much for the reading, more of an action kinda girl,"

"Don't I know it, keeping a job at "Willies" and keeping you satisfied is a full time gig," he grinned.

"Well, if I had something else to occupy me, I wouldn't be so "hot" all the time, I have to burn all this energy somehow and the slaying is out,"

"Hey! I wasn't complaining, I know what all this is about, you could go back to college with Willow, when she starts back next week," he suggested.

"Really?" she asked enthusiastically.

"Buffy I may be your husband, but I am not your lord and master, you always did what ever the hell you wanted in the past," he told her.

Buffy smiled.

"True, but do you think they will let me enrol, being pregnant and all?" she asked.

"Of course they will, it's not like you would be the first pregnant college girl in the history of the U.S. and if they don't let you, I'll bite them," he growled.

"Well, you'd better make sure you take a months worth of Tylenol with you on that mission," she giggled.

"Thanks for reminding me luv," he grimaced.

"I'm gonna go to mom's later, and ask Willow to come to the college with me, you look tired Spike, I'll leave you to get some rest".

Buffy started to get up off the bed; a hand snaked out and pulled her back down again.

"I'm not that tired pet, and there's a lot of time to kill until my next shift at the bar," he grinned licking his lower lip.

"It's so unfair! You always get me with the tongue thing," she sighed.

"Didn't you know, a man is most potent, first thing in the morning, you wouldn't want to leave me like this, would you?" he pouted.

"I should, it's more than you deserve, but I can be obliging, if you can," she said kissing him hard on the lips.

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It was late afternoon before Buffy finally managed to slip out of their crypt. She soon ate up the short distance to her mom's home. She burst through the front door,

"Mom?" she called out, walking into the lounge.

Buffy gasped as she saw the couple on the sofa.

"Mom! Giles!" she said in shocked awe.

Giles and Joyce sprang apart like a couple of scalded cats; Giles leant forward to search around for his missing specs. Joyce tried to straighten her ruffled hair and quickly buttoned up her blouse.

"Buffy, I er um wasn't expecting a visit today," stammered her mother.

"Yes er hello, every thing okay?" asked Giles.

"You ask me if everything is okay, I feel the morning sickness returning, you two haven't been indulging in chocolatey goodness again, have you?" Buffy asked.

"Love isn't just for the young Buffy, I am a woman too," her mother said.

"Don't sell yourself short Joyce, just because Buffy thinks anyone over 30 is dead from the neck up," said Giles looking pointedly at Buffy.

"How long has this been going on, and when were you going to tell me?" asked Buffy.

"Giles and I have been dating almost since you moved out," said Joyce defensively.

"Hey, don't get all self-protective mom, I think it's cool, always thought you two would make a great couple, just didn't want a visual of it, that's all," Grinned Buffy, going over to her mom, hugging her.

"Thanks Buffy," said Joyce.

Buffy turned and hugged her ex-watcher,

She whispered into his ear, " Break her heart and I'll bust your ass," she smiled at him, to take the sting out of her words.

"Not that my only child needs an excuse to visit, but is everything okay?" asked Joyce.

"Fine, couldn't be better, I was looking for Willow, is she here?" Buffy enquired.

"She was in her room, last time I checked," said Joyce.

Buffy turned to go upstairs; she looked back at her mom, shuddering as she saw Giles and Joyce share a kiss.

"Ewwww!" She muttered quietly under her breath, taking the stairs at a run.

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Buffy knocked on Willow's door, the strains of Enya emanating from the room.

"Willow, it's me, Buffy, can I come in?" she asked.

Buffy heard Willow switch off the music and open the door.

"Hey Buff, how's it going?"

"Fine still kinda in shock, did you catch the love birds downstairs?" asked Buffy.

"Oh, you mean Giles and Joyce, that's been going on for awhile now," Shrugged willow.

"Why am I always the last know what's going on around here?" she asked resentfully.

"It's no big, they just thought you weren't ready to deal, that's all," Willow told her.

"Any way off topic, I came to see if you will go to UC Sunnydale with me tomorrow, I am thinking of enrolling part -time," Buffy asked.

"That's great, we can be study buddies," said Willow, enthusiastically.

"I have to see if they will be okay with this first," said Buffy, touching her tummy.

"Is that a little bump, I see there?" asked Willow.

"Yeah," she replied.

"Awww!" Cooed Willow.

Buffy sighed and sat down on the bed.

"What is it Buffy?" asked her friend in concern.

"Nothin' really it's just me, the Spike and I is good, he tries so hard to ensure my every happiness, it's just me, I feel useless, Spike won't let me get a job, things are tight money wise and I just want to do my share," said Buffy sadly.

"Well, that's what you get when you marry a guy from the 1880's Buffy, women's lib was just a by word in those days, we covered it in Maggie Walsh's class last year, remember?" asked Willow.

"I kinda missed it, too busy mooning over that loser, Parker Abrams, I guess," said Buffy.

"You could get a job and not tell him," suggested Willow.

"But wouldn't that be lying, you put paid to my days of fabricating remember?" asked Buffy trying to keep the resentment out of her voice.

"Well you'd be okay as long as he never asks you if you have got a job, and that's not very likely is it?" asked Willow.

"I guess not, but with this new found talent for honesty, I don't like lying to Spike, but I suppose it would be a case of don't ask, don't tell," Buffy smiled at her friend uncertainly.

"What the eye don't see the heart don't grieve over," giggled Willow.

"I hope you're right," said Buffy.

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Spike had been at work for the past two hours, he was still feeling a little disappointed, that Buffy hadn't returned before he'd had to leave, but he couldn't afford to screw this job up, Buffy was getting wider around the middle, and that called for new clothes, to fit the growing mother. Not that he begrudged a penny spent on her. He often wished he could do more, it was hard going legit, and it certainly didn't pay as well as being a bad ass. Back in the old days, if he just wanted something then he took it. But he was determined not to do that any more, above all he wanted Buffy to be proud of him. Spike wiped down the bar, staring at it's shiny surface, lost in his thoughts.

"Any chance of some service around here?" asked a familiar voice.

Spike looked up.

"What you doing here Harris, Anya let you out all by yourself?" Spike asked raising an eyebrow.

"Hey, Anya doesn't rule me," protested Xander.

"Is that right? What time do you have to be home by, Mr free agent?" Asked Spike sarcastically.

Xander looked down at the floor.

"Nine," said Xander quietly.

"You like to live dangerously, but then again I wouldn't have thought this to be your kinda joint," mocked Spike.

"How about that beer?" snapped Xander

Spike uncapped a bottle and thrust it at Xander.

"Service with a smile, my favourite," said Xander.

"Well, if you don't like it here, why don't you piss off to the Bronze?" asked Spike.

Xander held up a hand.

"Sorry, just got a lot on my mind right now," he said apologetically.

"Well there's a first," mumbled Spike.

"What was that?" Xander asked.

"Nuthin, I get it, you wanna talk, and dead men don't tell tales, well in theory anyway," said Spike.

Xander stared at his beer.

"It's Anya, she thinks she might be pregnant too," blurted out Xander.

Spike frowned.

"And the father to be, is not so happy at the idea?" said Spike intuitively .

"Look at me, I'm 19 years old, my career in construction is only just starting to take off and I have the emotional maturity of a five year old," admitted Xander.

"Won't argue with that," said Spike.

"Not helping here," said Xander

"Look mate, you're stressing over nothing, has she even done a test yet?" Spike asked.


Xander never got to reply, as Buffy walked in the bar, Spike stared at her open mouthed.

"Buffy, what are you doing?" asked Spike

"I didn't get to say goodbye before you left for work, and you won't be home until late, I missed you, it gets lonely in that big old crypt by myself," she pouted.

"Yeah, but it can get dangerous in here, and the smoke is not good for you and the baby," said Spike.

Buffy looked around the near empty room.

"Doesn't look too dangerous to me," she replied.

"Look I am due on a break, wanna come out back with me?" asked Spike.

"Only as long as it involves a kiss to make up for earlier," she smiled.

"I think I can do better that that," leered Spike.

Spike lifted up the counter and Buffy came behind the bar. Buffy turned belatedly remembering Xander was there..

"Hi and Bye, Xander," she quickly said before disappearing out the back.

Xander turned as Anya entered the bar, he looked at his watch, and it was only eight- thirty.

"What is it hun?" asked Xander

"No baby, look see," she said holding out a pregnancy test.

Xander held his sigh of relief in.

"We don't want to advertise, our sex life to the demon world, honey," said Xander snatching the indicator out of her hand.

Xander winced as he could hear groans coming from the storage room.

"Oh, you mean like the people in there? It sounds like, Spike that better be Buffy he's having the loud sex with," said Anya.

"And that's our cue to adios out of here," said Xander, grabbing Anya.

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"Thanks for coming with me Willow," said Buffy.

"That's ok Buff, it's all part of the, one day you will forgive me for the spell service," smiled Willow.

"What's to forgive, I got my man, and a baby as a bonus, I love Spike so much, who would have thought an evil blood sucking fiend, could be so transformed, he truly is the best man I know," said Buffy.

They neared the front entrance of UC Sunnydale, Buffy hung back a little.

"What is it Buffy?" asked Willow.

"I'm just a little scared, never been any good with principles, deans or whatever," Buffy admitted.

Willow put an arm around her friend.

"Don't worry Buffy, you'll walk it," Willow assured her.

The interview went better than Buffy had hoped for, the dean was a middle aged motherly type, who seemed more inclined to talk about Buffy's coming baby, than the academic programme.

"There, that wasn't so bad, was it?" asked Willow.

"I guess not, I have to go register for my chosen courses," said Buffy.

"Love to come with, but I have to go find out about my on campus accommodation, you'll be okay?" asked Willow.

"Well let's hope your roomie is better than my room mate from hell, quite literally," smiled Buffy.

"Yes, I will have to watch out for growing toe nail clippings and Celine Dion posters," gasped Willow in mock horror.

"Meet you back here in an hour?" asked Buffy.

"K, see ya," said Willow, turning away.

Buffy walked off, she smiled secretly to herself, if Spike had known some of the goings on campus, demon wise, he would have whipped out of there quicker than you could say "home study" She had decided to take Psychology again, with the warm and fuzzy professor Walsh, and Modern and classic poetry, she'd always been a bit of a sucker for poetry, she just hoped it didn't involve her having to write it. She walked idly down the corridors; she turned the corner, gasping as she saw her nemesis, Parker Abrams, strolling casually towards her.

"Buffy, hey how's it going?" he asked.

"You're an ass hole Parker," she replied.

"Nice to see you too Buffy, but by the looks of you, you've managed to leg shackle some poor loser," he said pointedly looking at her stomach.

"Parker," said Buffy.

"Yes?" he asked

Buffy made a fist and punched him hard, he yelped in pain, clutching his bleeding nose.

"What the hell was that for?" he asked.

"Isn't pay back a bitch," she smiled.

Buffy continued down the corridor with not so much as a backward glance, arriving at the admissions office, knocking on the door, she entered the room and was handed the appropriate forms, scanning the list of names that would be attending her classes, she breathed a sigh of relief as she saw Parker's was not in either of them, her finger came to rest at the last name added, Daniel Osbourne. So Oz was back, wonder why Willow didn't mention it, she thought.