She Don't Know

*Five Years Later*


Buffy waddled through the hallway, smiling as she listened to the curses her husband was spitting.

"Bloody fucking piece of shit!"

She entered the room just in time for a metal bracket to fly past her. She looked at Spike kneeling on the floor panting.

"How goes it?" She asked in an overly chipper voice that was followed by a mischievious smile.

"How does it bloody look?"

Buffy placed her hands on either side of her stomach, almost like she was covering the baby's ears.

"Watch your mouth, Daddy!"

Spike's anger and frustration melted and he crawled over to her on his knees. He caressed her stomach with his hands before placing a soft kiss upon it.

"I'm sorry my loves."

Buffy smiled and ran her fingers through his hair. He placed his ear against her stomach, looking up at her.

"I can hear him!"

"That's indegestion." Buffy snorted.

He looked up at her in mock outrage. "That's my son!"

"I don't think your son was in those tacos, buddy." She said softly rubbing at her burning chest.

Spike stood up and kissed her softly.

"I'm sorry, sweet love."

"Yeah, yeah."

Spike chuckled and made his way back to the half assembled crib. Buffy smiled when he picked up the directions, reading them before turning them over trying to make better sense of it.

"Why don't you just call Xander? He's good at this kinda stuff." She said turning around and walking toward the doorway.

Spike let out a disgusted sound and yelled at her retreating back.

"You think I can't handle this? I've got this!"

Buffy chuckled into her hand when she heard the thud following his words.

"Owww! Bloody- Ughhh !"

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Buffy stood in front of the refrigerator trying to cool her burning body.

"God! What is wrong with me?"

She mumbled softly as she fanned the freezer door. She was on fire and it was December. She rolled her head around and tried to work the soreness from her shoulders. She had been almost miserable from the time she woke up this morning.

She suddenly doubled over as searing pain passed through her body and dry heaved as a wave of nausea hit her.

She stumbled to the phone and grabbed it, blindly hitting the redial button.

"Hello?"

Jenny's voice sounded over the reciever and Buffy opened her mouth only to gag once again. Jenny heard the noise over the line.

"Buffy? Buffy are you alright?!"

"Je- Jenny, help."

Buffy barely choked the words out before she hit the ground.


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"Mr. Giles?"

Spike looked up as the school secretary entered his classroom.

"Class continue reading silently."

The students grumbled but began reading.

Spike walked over to the woman and gave her a brief smil
"
"Yes, Mrs. Waters?"

"You have a phone call."

Spike checked his watch, "Can you take a message, I've still got about an hour or so until my planning period."

"No Mr. Giles, they insisted on speaking with you."

Spike sighed and walked toward the door, "Can you watch my class for a moment?"

"Yes, of course."

"Thanks."

Spike walked toward the office wondering who could be calling him. He knew it wasn't Buffy because they had a special code for when she went into labor.

Spike brought the phone to his ear after being told which line his call was on.

"Hello?"

"Wam.\am."

"Dad? Why are calling me at wor-"

"Will, get to the hospital."

Fear struck his body at his father's words.

"What? Wh- What's happened?"

"It's Buffy."

Spike started breathing rapidly and tears began to form.

"Oh- oh God! What is it? What's wrong with her?!"

People in the office stopped and looked as the once calm man became hysterical.

"William, calm dow-"

"No! Tell me what's wrong!"

"Her blood pressure shot up and she went into a seizure-" Spike hit his knees sobbing. "They're fixing to do an emergency c-section to get the baby. He's- he's in danger as well."

Spike stood up and dropped the phone, running to the door, talking as he ran.

"I'll be right there! I'm on my way, hold on- please God! Please take care of them."

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The double doors busted open and Spike ran in, eyes searching wildly.

He spotted Giles and Jenny and ran to them.

"What? What's happening? Where is she?!"

Giles stood up and walked to him, placing his hands on his shoulders.

"She's in surgery. They're trying to get the baby out so they can work on her."

"Why? Why is this happening? Everything was going fine!"

"Son, they don't know. Sometimes there is just complications in pregnancy."

The OR door opened and a man in scrubs walked through, pulling off a face mask.

"Mr. Giles?"

Spike ran to him and grasped his arms in a vice grip.

"Are they alright? Please!"

The doctor pulled Spike's hands away and patted his upper arms.

"The baby is fine. A beautiful little boy."

Spike sighed in a short lived relief.

"Buffy? What about her?"

"She slipped into a coma, Mr. Giles. Her blood pressure was just to high. We're doing all we can to get it lowered."

Spike shook his head in disbelief,

"Coma?"

"Yes sir. I'm sorry."

"But why? What happened?"

"These things just happen to certain people, she could be in a coma for a couple of hours or she could never-"

Spike pushed the doctor away, wildly shaking his head.

"Don't! Don't you fucking say that, you hear me?! Don't! She'll wake up. She will, she- I need to see my son!'

"Sir, he-"

"I want to see my son!"

The doctor sighed but nodded his head. "Follow me."

Spike followed the doctor into the nursery and sobbed as the plastic cradle came into sight.

The doctor no to to a nurse, who picked up the blue bundle and handed him to Spike.

Spike looked at his son's sleeping face and wept. He cradled him close to his heart and placed a kiss against his soft head.

"I want to see my wife."

"Sir, the baby will have to ride in the-"

"I'll carry my son."

"But Sir-"

"Please."

Spike looked at the nurse with his heart shining in his eyes. She softly nodded before checking the corridor, making sure it was empty. He followed her to a room, and nearly hit the floor at the sight on the other side of the door.

"Oh- oh God."

He walked to the bed and sat down carefully in the chair next to the bed, still cradling the baby to his chest.

He could hardly see her face. She had a tube running down her throat and her arms were covered with blood pressure cuffs.

"Buffy? Buffy, please wake up. Look at our son, Buffy! Wake up!"

His tearful plea's woke the baby and they wailed together.

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The nurses had finally pried the baby from his arms, and only because he needed to be monitered and fed.

He sat in the chair and stared at her beautiful face.

"I know I don't deserve anything. Let alone her and him. But please, please Lord, don't take her away from me. Please! I don't want to do this without her. I don't wanna live without her! Please, please don't take her from me! Please."

He was crying to hard to finish and buried his head against hrm. rm.

A lone figure stood in the doorway, crying tears of his own.

He never made his presence known, but whispered one solitary word.

"Amen."


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A/N: I know that most of this wouldn't en ien in real life so keep in mind it's a story. Thanks for the reviews!!