“Oh...my God.” Panting, Buffy fell limp amongst the sheets, a tangle of hair and limbs.

“It just keeps getting better...” She swallowed to take a breath. “...every time.”

She stretched her arms above her head, arching her back sensually. A blissful moan rippled through her body when she tensed her legs and a lingering pulse of pleasure overtook her.

Meanwhile, Spike lay between her silken thighs, his purrs of content sending tingles down her spine. Resting his head on her hipbone, he nuzzled against her sun-kissed skin.

“Interested in testing that theory, pet?” Using just his lips, he bit down sensuously on her abdomen, groaning with renewed desire. “Just one more time.”

She let out a giggle as her hips bucked involuntarily at his proposal.

“Well, if you’re offering, how’s a girl to—Spike!” She pushed herself up to her elbows at the feel of his ear, cool and pressed to her stomach. “What are you doing?”

The sound was unmistakeable. Under the pronounced, rhythmic thump of his wife’s heartbeat, his vampire hearing detected another; much fainter and gentler, almost fragile. He positioned himself over her stomach, putting his other ear against the skin. Now that he’d discovered it, it rang out clear.

Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.

It wasn’t possible.

“Baby.”

Buffy reached out to stroke his cheek with a loving smile. “Yes, Spike?”

“No.” He pulled back and looked from her eyes to her stomach and back to her eyes. “Buffy, you’re...it’s a...baby.”

She didn’t reply, just continued to hold his gaze with a tender expression.

“You knew,” he whispered. “But how could we—”

“I suspected,” she said softly. “And I don’t know how. I don’t care. It’s just amazing.” Teary, she pulled him up for deep kiss. “Your baby, Spike. Yours. Ours. Everything I could have hoped for.”

“Oh Buffy, I—” His voice hitched as he caught an unneeded breath.

“I love you, Spike. You’ll be a wonderful father to our baby girl.” Her eyes flashed with something cheeky.

He dazzled her with that handsome smile of his. “Or boy.”

“Mmm,” she sighed. “Well, he better not be as restless as his father, or as strong a kicker.”

“No, he’ll be good.” He kissed her passionately; sucking on her bottom lip as he subtly placed himself over her. “He likes it in there. It’s warm and it’s safe. It’s home.” He stroked her stomach gently with glazed eyes. “And you know what?”

He surged inside her and Buffy clamped around him with a gasp, her shoulders lifting from the bed.

“Daddy likes it too.”


Fin~