Author's Note: This was just so awesome to write, it was my baby for about two months. It's kinda sad to see it over too... I really wanna know what all of you thought of it.

Disclaimer: Joss, you are God, I agree, you own this wonderful, brilliant idea and I have only borrowed it to bend it and twist it to my will, I want no part of your rightful ownership...


"I thought that I'd lost you luv... That pain... my heart, for the first time in over a hundred years was beating again and all that I felt was it breaking... because you weren't there with me..."

She smiled up at him from her place curled inside of the stiff white hospital linens. "You should know better... takes a whole hell of a lot to kill me."

He smiled and kissed her. "Got that right, I should know, I've tried."

"And failed miserably."

"And you know what they say... if you can't beat 'um, join 'um."

Spike smiled at his wife as she walked around the back lawn of their home in Sunnydale remembering that day over two years ago when he was told that she was alive... however iffy it was. She had pulled through and he had lavished attention upon her for the two years and was still lavishing attention upon her.

Today was their anniversary and everyone was parading throughout the house, Xander and Anya who had just recently announced their engagement, Willow and Tara, Giles, Joyce and of all people... Lorne, the Karaoke singing demon had shown up. It made Spike laugh.

His beautiful wife Buffy was running around from guest to guest, socializing, living up the party life, while Spike was content to just lean back and watch her, remember everything about her.

They had gotten "remarried" in a church, with the whole gown and outdoor reception thing, and at least this time the didn't have to register as Mr. and Mrs. Big Pile of Dust. Rupert gave her away and she had looked beautiful, stunning even in her gown of white... He sighed. His life only got better and better with each passing day, and he was still able to assist her in her patrolling, since the Powers that Be left him with his vampiric powers, which was a blessing. Spike didn't know if he would ever completely give up on violence, he reveled in it too much... the fight, the kill, the burning afterwards... which usually led to their bedroom...

He'd taken up a job at University of California-Sunnydale as an English professor, specializing in Chaucer and Shakespeare and he loved every minute of it. Poetry, great literature... the old William had definitely come back, and he did go by William again; however, the inner circle still referred to him as Spike, which he preferred.

Buffy walked by him and he grinned as his arm snaked out around her waist. "Now just where do you think your off to so fast pet? Don't even have time to stop and give me a smooch?"

She giggled at him and kissed the tip of his nose. "No where now..." She tilted his face up and kissed him passionately.

Xander gagged as he looked at everyone else. "I REALLY hate when they do that... I mean they're not going to separate forever... and the whole smoochie thing... it still weirds me out with those two."

Anya rolled her eyes and smacked his leg. "It's cute, leave them alone, or you get no smoochies."

He shut up.

Buffy pulled away from Spike and smiled at him as she pulled his hand over and placed it over her stomach. Tilting his head to the side he gives her a strange look. "What is it I'm supposed to be feelin luv?"

She smiled brightly and leaned over to whisper to him. "I'm pregnant, I found out yesterday when I went in to the doctors..."

Beaming with pride he kissed her again, this time getting groans from the entire group... well just the males at least...

"I want to name it Dawn if it's a girl... something about that name..." She paused as though she remembered something, but continued on. "And William if it's a boy..."

Spike didn't think he could become any happier than he was at that very moment. He smiled and kissed her hand. "Those are perfect names luv, just as you are perfect."

Looking over at Willow he smiled and said to himself, "Sometimes not all wills can be broken; this was definitely a will unbroken..."