A/N: just an idea I got from a drama series currently being shown on ITV called Love Life, I saw it and just imagined Buffy & Spike playing the lead roles, let me know what you think of it

Disclaimer: I own nothing, Joss does! (What a lucky guy!)

Huge Thank you to - Hulettwyo my Beta for helping me so much with this story!


Buffy looked at herself in the mirror then sat on her bed with a huff. Her ordinary clothes had stopped fitting her weeks ago and she'd been living in sweats since the rubber band she'd been holding her jeans closed with had finally popped under the strain, almost putting Xander's eye out. She wasn't far off; less than a month to go, and she felt fat and frumpy, but she'd purchased a new black dress with a pink sash from the maternity store in the mall because her friends had persuaded her that one last night out at The Bronze would help her de-stress before the baby arrived.

"Hey, Buff, you ready?" Xander shouted up the stairs.

"Just a minute!" she called back to him, slipping on her black bolero before she looked in the mirror once again and gave a defeated shrug. "Guess this is the best it's gonna get," she sighed to herself then made her way down the stairs.


Spike had just gotten back into town. He'd spent the last nine months travelling the globe and had finally decided that he missed home... or rather, who was at home. He and Buffy hadn't ended their relationship on good terms and it was entirely his fault, he knew. Buffy had wanted to settle down, get married, and start a family. Spike, on the other hand, was more of a bachelor, and although he loved Buffy deeply, commitment terrified him, so he'd done a runner.


Christmas Day 2010

Spike handed Buffy a cup of coffee then plopped down next to her on the living room floor. She took a sip then set the cup on the table behind her and started digging through the pile of gifts under the tree, handing a brightly wrapped package to Spike. He tore off the ribbon and paper with abandon, revealing a CD jewel case. "The Sex Pistols, luv, how did you know?"

"I saw you ogling it in the music store. You were drooling all over your shirt."

"Limited edition and everything." He kissed her passionately. "Thank you, pet."

"Here, this one next." She handed him a rather large, unwieldy gift.

"A memory foam pillow?"

She shrugged. "I was out of ideas."

"It's great, thank you." He smiled seductively as he laid the pillow on the floor. "How about we try this out?" Buffy smiled back and both of them stretched out and rested their heads on the pillow as they gazed up at the twinkly tree.

"Mmm, comfy." Buffy smiled as Spike rolled onto his side and kissed her softly. "So I was thinking that next Christmas could be special."

"Oh... sorry this isn't special enough for you, princess," he chuckled.

"No, it's perfect, Spike, but I was thinking maybe... First Christmas special?" At his confused expression, she smiled and raised her hand to his cheek. "I think we should try for a baby."

Instantly Spike sat up and looked back at her. "Are you ready for that?"

"Yeah... yeah, I think I am," she said dreamily. The sheer look of horror on Spike's face made Buffy giggle nervously and quickly change tactics. "Oh my God, look at your face! You thought I was serious!"

"And you weren't?" he frowned.

"No, don't be silly! Me and you... parents?" He didn't look entirely convinced, so she sat up and said quietly, "Don't wig out, Spike, I was just kidding," then she kissed him quickly, knowing that was probably the only way to A) shut him up, and B) make him forget the whole conversation.


Spike grunted as he dropped his duffle bag on the floor next to the bed then startled slightly when Cordelia spoke from the doorway, "Settling in?"

He smiled gratefully as he turned to face her. "Yeah. Thanks, pet, but I shouldn't be staying long... few weeks maybe, just until I find a place."

"Don't be silly; I could hardly see my brother-in-law out on the street. Speaking of Doyle, he should be home soon. I know he's dying to see you."

"Yeah. Remember the last time I came home?" He smirked at the memory.

Cordelia whined, "Oh damn it, I only just got the stains out of the carpet!"

He laughed, "Don't worry yourself, luv, I'll keep my big brother in check. Prolly just go out for a few beers; nothing as heavy as last time."