Pregnant – Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I own nothing, all the characters belong to Joss Whedon

A.N.: Normally I don't like 'Buffy and Spike having a baby' – stories, because for me one thing that is so appealing about their relationship is that they will never be a normal family. Realistically, she will never have kids with him, but wants him nonetheless.

Secondly, I like to keep my stories as true to the series as possible, but since I love to just explore how these two would act in different situations, I thought: How would they react to knowing Buffy was pregnant, seeing as it shouldn't be possible at all?

Well, here it goes. :)

Buffy stared at the white plastic stick in front of her. Two blue stripes were clearly visible, burning themselves into her mind. Her heart stopped beating for a second.

She was pregnant. She couldn't be pregnant, it wasn't possible.

She gripped the washbasin to steady herself and closed her eyes. This had to be a mistake.

When she looked at herself in the mirror and saw her pale face, a grim determination settled over her. She walked out of the bathroom, grabbed her jacket and was out of the door, making her way to the doctor.

An hour later she was pulling her jumper down, listening to the doctor's cheerful voice. "Good news for you, Ms. Summer, you are indeed pregnant."

Her determination was long gone and all that was left was panic. "I…I can't be! Are you sure?" Buffy stammered, her voice taking on a hysterical note.

"100 sure. You're in your eighth week."

"But, this is unnatural!"

"Believe me, Ms. Summers, it is one of the most natural things in the world."

"Oh, believe me, you have no idea," she mumbled and shook her head. She had a bad feeling about this.

Buffy shrugged her jacket back on. "Thanks, doctor." And with that she left the doctor's practice as quickly as possible, all her senses screaming at her that something was not right.

She entered the bedroom, closing the door quietly behind her. "Spike?" she asked. "Are you asleep?"

Spike grunted and a blonde head came up from under the covers. "Not anymore," came his sleepy voice. He squinted at her and when he saw her standing at the door, unmoving, her hands behind her back, he asked: "What is it, pet? Is something wrong?"

"I'm pregnant," was the quiet answer.

Spike blinked once as the words sank in. Then he abruptly sat up. "You cheated on me?" he exclaimed. "Is that your way of telling me that you cheated on me?" He was out of the bed in a second and pulled his trousers on. "Because I can tell you right now…"

"I didn't cheat on you!" Buffy's eyes looked thunderous. "How can you even think that?"

"You: pregnant, me: vampire. I bloody well can't be the father!"

"But you are," Buffy said through gritted teeth. That shut him up again. How dare he accusing her of cheating?

He hesitated right in the process of buttoning his pants. "You didn't cheat on me?"


"Oh, all right then."

"Spike! Did you even realize what I just said? I am pregnant. What are we supposed to do now?"

Spike let himself fall back on the bed. "Pregnant, you sure?"


"Oh, bugger." His hand went through his hair. "How did that happen?"

Buffy left the door and joined him on the bed. "I have no idea, aside from the obvious of course, you know; Buffy, Spike, too much sex."

"Too much sex, but undead sperm," he added. He looked at her. "You think someone worked some magic here, some evil plan?"

"God, yes, it's what I've been thinking the whole way home. But then I thought: Why would anybody do that? I'm hardly anything special anymore with so many Slayers around."

Spike smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "You'll always be special, Buffy."

She smiled at him and kissed him on the lips. "That's debatable."

"Not for me," he said.

"Well, but you're a vampire in love with a Slayer. You've always been a bit strange," she replied.

Spike raised his left eyebrow. "And that makes you what? Normal?"

She laughed quietly. "I guess not. But what are we going to do now?"

"There's really just one option. Call Giles and the others, ask them to do some research. About magic, prophecies maybe. You could call Angel and ask him about it; he has a son after all."

"Call Angel?" She looked at him with her big doe eyes. "Call Angel and tell him I'm pregnant with your child? I can't do that."

"Well, maybe it's not my child. Maybe it's some spawn of hell or you're the next Virgin Mary or something."


"You know what I mean."

She leaned her head on his shoulder and his arm went around her. "And what if it is really your child? A real child?" she whispered.

"I don't know," he said, stroking her hair. "I don't know."

A.N.: I somehow like the notion of a real child frightening them more than something mystical. This is Buffy after all, she has fought so much evil in her life, I think the thought of being a real mother would scare her more than being used for an evil plan. Because she would know she could defeat that like everything else before.

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