Of Dreams and Watchers

Spike moaned softly, gazing up at the flame-haired Goddess riding above him in a tidal wave of passion, her head dropped back as her body pulsated against his, her eyes closed in pleasure.

He ran his hands along the arms braced against his chest before dropping them to her slim waist to guide her along, his eyes fixated on the beauty of her flushed face as she drew closer to orgasm.

No words were spoken, but he could feel the undercurrent of her love for him, flowing through the air towards him as she submitted to him trustingly, holding nothing back from him.

Her emerald green eyes opened a bit as she looked down at him, the orbs slightly glazed with lust and something else he couldn't quite name.

She leaned towards him, catching his lips in a devouring kiss, hungry for his touch as his hands moved up to her lower back and he rolled them over, keeping up the timing of his thrusts.

She smiled, her arms wrapping around his neck as her hips rose to meet his, the silence nearly deafening, without the sound of light pants or soft moans. There was nothing but the sound of flesh striking flesh, and lips brushing against skin.

Spike's head dipped down to capture a pepple-like nipple in his mouth, and Erin arched her back as he pulled at it with lips and teeth, sending bolts of need down to her core. She tugged on his shoulders, pulling him back up her body to kiss him again, her tongue thrusting into his mouth in time with his down below.

Her breasts were crushed almost painfully against his chest, holding him as close as humanly possible while his hands dug into her hair, his body surging against hers.

Confutatis maledictis flammis acribus addictis. Voca me cum benedictis. Gere curam mei finis

"Spike..." Her whisper of his name the first spoken word in the room, and she gently rolled them over again, her body rocking agonizingly slow against his. The light of a thousand candles framed her face, and Spike turned his head to the side, looking around the stone bedchamber.

Torches lined the wall, burning with an odd green fire, casting pale shadows about the room.

Dies ira. Dies illa solvet saeclum in favilla. Teste David cum sibylla. Quantus tremor est futurus, quando Judex est venturus.

She moaned, her head falling back as her inner passages clamped down on him, and her nails ripped into his chest, and she leaned down, licking the trails of blood from his pale skin and he sat up, clasping her by the waist and plunging deep into her burning passage as he sought his own release.

His eyes were closed and she kissed his eyelids, as he made love to her, his hands running up and down her body, as if he couldn't touch enough of her at once. Her body accepted him completely, and her mouth brushed over his ear, "You know where you must go..."

"Yes," He hissed as her walls clamped on him once more, and he nearly spilled everything right there, but she let up at the last possible moment, prolonging his glorious torture.

They lapsed into silence once more as Spike rolled them, plunging into her ruthlessly, his eyes and senses shut against everything but the feel of her burning body writhing beneath his as her body begged for release once more.

He could feel her beginning to steadily burn brighter, his cold body nearly be seared by her skin and soft passage, consuming him as he tried to consume her.

He opened his eyes to see a slow tendril of green fire reach from a torch and out towards them.

He gasped in pleasure as it surrounded them, and looked down at Erin to see her squirming as the fire stroked her breasts, the sensations overwhelming them both as they climaxed simoutansilously with twin cries.

Spike slumped on top of her, his face buried in the crook of his neck as they both shook from their climaxes.

The fire continued to burn and he felt himself hardening once more inside her, and moaned softly.

Erin suddenly began to writhe anew and he lifted his to see that the green fire had slid from his body and onto hers, inching along her naked flesh.

She cried out as they suddenly sank into her body, leaving tendrils of black burn marks, and the smell of charred flesh.

Spike looked alarmed as she began to burn right before his eyes, and she screamed, her body arching in pain, her eyes slamming shut as tears ran freely from them, immediately evaporating as soon as they touched her smoldering skin.

Spike's own body began to sweat unnaturally, and he yelped as he pulled free from her blazing body, watching in horror as she began to smoke and burn before his very eyes.

She held out a hand to him desperately, but he couldn't move, paralyzed to the spot with fear and shock. She was completely consumed by the green fire within moments, and then she was gone with a shrill scream of pain that struck him to the core, nothing left but a small pile of ash in the shape of her body.

Erin stirred beside him, and he looked down at her as she opened her eyes sleepily, "Are you all right?"

He hesistated briefly before nodding, "Yeah...go back to sleep, baby," He muttered, laying back down beside her and spooning against her back as he kissed the side of her neck. "Everything's just peachy..."

A girl with short blond hair peeked her head in the office, "Yes, Professor Walsh?"

Alison frowned, then shrugged, "I don't know...last time I saw it, it was in the filing cabinent..."

"Great," Walsh dismissed her, glaring at said cabinent, then started to flip through it all over again.

Riley looked around as he entered a sterile room, setting a file down on a desk before heading deep into the locker area.

He ran his eyes over the numbers, then stopped in front of one labeled HST17, then unlocked it with a set of keys he filched off a security guard.

He pulled out a small basket, filled with the things they had removed from Spike's jacket, sliding the objects into a small bag he carried with him, then slipped it into his jacket before looking around one more time, then headed out, grabbing the file on his way.

Riley sat at his desk in his dorm room, sifting through the file he had stolen from Walsh's office, annoyed since he couldn't seem to find anything of importance, then paused on a sheet of paper where Walsh had translated the latin she had heard Spike mutter in his sleep.

Free me, Lord, from everlasting death. On that terrible day, when the heavens shall move.

Day of wrath. That day shall consume the world in ashes. As prophesied by David and the sibyl. What trembling is to be when the Judge is come.

Riley frowned, leaning back in his chair as he lifted the bag from his jacket, spilling it's contents out onto the desk.

He rifled through them, shaking his head as he picked up a condom and set it aside,, wondering why a vampire would carry something like that. Unless they can pick up STD's...I should look into that, he thought to himself. He similiar discarded of other items, such as a happy face keychain with vampire fangs inked on it with a permanant marker.

He paused when he came to Spike's wallet and flipped it open, rolling his eyes when several driver licenses fell out. He looked through them briefly, noting they were professional jobs, shaking his head slightly.

He emptied the wallet completely, removing several more forms of ID, and a couple pictures. He glanced at the pictures of a dark-haired woman, but lost interest when he didn't reconize her.

No pictures of Erin...he thought smugly, deciding that clinched it. He'd been having doubts, but now, he was sure of it. There was no way that HST 17 had feelings for the redhead.

He tossed the pictures and wallet to the side, then paused, looking through the remaining items. There were several pieces of folded up paper, and he opened one, then groaned softly, swiftly doing the same to the others.

He laid them out on the desk in front of him, shaking his head. Everyone one of them were drawings of Erin, either laughing, smiling, sleeping and even one of her looking very pregnant.

What in the hell? Riley turned his attention to that one, raising an eyebrow, then shook his head. Vampires...they're fucking insane...

He slipped everything into his desk drawer and locked it firmly, rubbing his eyes, "Jesus Christ...now what?"

"Spike...why are you so antsy?" Erin asked, frowning as her husband kept looking at his watch, "If you have somewhere to go, go ahead. I'll be fine."

"I don't have to go anywhere," He assured her, then glared, "And even if I did, there's no bloody way I'm letting you patrol alone in your condition..."

"Spike, I'm pregnant. I don't have a disease," Erin reminded him, "And I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself."

"And that was all it took," Spike reminded her, and Erin rolled her eyes, leaning against a mauseleum, ready for the lecture. "You know I don't want you to get hurt, baby. You're both too important to me too lose..."

"Uh-uh," Erin nodded, already zoning out as she scanned the cemetary from her perch, "And you shouldn't be patrolling at all! Bloody hell...are you even listening?"

Erin nodded again, but she wasn't looking at him, and Spike growled, stepping in her line of vision, and she raised an eyebrow at him, "Spike, I love my job. You and your father both taught me to love my job. I like to hunt, that's a gift from my blood, and my birthright. If I don't slay, my friends start to look a little too tasty to me, see my problem?"

Spike scowled, "Fine. We'll get you a novelty chip in your head, and see how that works. I'm sure those army blokes would be happy to oblige."

"Must we argue now?" Spike mimicked, rolling his eyes, "Luv, you're a bleeding workaholic. How are you going to explain to the tyke about why mommy has to go out at all hours of the night?"

"The real fun comes from explaining why his parents are on a permanant liquid diet and why daddy doesn't reflect."

"Funny, pet...real funny," Spike grabbed her by the arm, "Come on...we're leaving."

"Leaving where?" Erin squeaked as he dragged her along, and Spike growled, not answering her.

She jerked her arm loose from his grasp, glaring at him, "If I told you once, I told you a million times...I'm not some empty-headed little tart you can order around!"

Spike sighed, rubbing his eyes wearily, "Listen, luv...you know I care about you..."

"Yeah, well...still," Erin shook her head, sitting down on the grass, rubbing her back tiredly. "Everything's a little stressful, right now, Spike. I'm still adjusting to everything. I just want...I just want to be...at least a bit normal. Not like the way Buffy wants to be normal, just...normal."

"Uh-uh..." Spike stared at her, "None of that made any sense, you're aware of that, aren't you?"

"Yes, acutely aware," Erin sighed, flopping on her back, staring up at the sky, then down at her stomach, "Good Christ, I'm fat!"

"You're not fat," Spike replied, and Erin raised an eyebrow, "Look at that paunch...and it's growing even as I look at it."

"It's a little paunch," Spike knelt beside her, placing his hand over it, "'Sides, it's going to be gone soon."

"Not according to Cordelia," Erin groaned, "She actually sent me articles on ways to take care of stretch marks. Stretch marks! When we were alive, no one cared!"

Spike chuckled, "I'm sure you'd have cute stretch marks," He teased, and Erin smacked his hand away from her, "Not funny," She groused, throwing an arm over her face, and Spike leaned over her stomach, pressing a kiss against it, and she giggled, "Stop that, it tickles."

"So?" He asked, holding her still as he kissed it again and again, then rested his head against her stomach, closing his eyes.

Erin looked down at him, propping herself up on her elbows. His black lashes lay against his eyes, casting shadows over his cheekbones, making him look almost innocent.

She smiled slightly, seeing a bit of her old William still in him, and rested her hand on his hair, dropping back to the ground.

Spike opened his eyes and glanced at his watch, nearly groaning as he left his comfortable position, "Come on, luv...I promised the Watcher that I'd pick up the rest of your stuff tonight."

Erin offered him a hand, and he groaned,making a show of pulling her to her feet with groans and grunts.

He laughed as he ducked a swing from her, and she growled at him, "You're going to pay for that later!"

"Promises, promises," Spike chuckled, taking her hand and pulling her after him. Erin rolled her eyes, but allowed it this time. "You are going to pay for this later."

Both were unaware of the figure that watched them from the trees, and Riley Finn ran a hand through his short, brown hair, groaning softly. Jesus Christ...what am I going to tell Walsh?

"No one's home," Erin said, "He forgot...let's just go," She smiled, wrapping her arms around his middle, "Besides, I can think of a million things I'd rather be doing."

Spike thumped his head against the door, looking upwards, Good God...just turn around now...forget all about it...

"Just a moment, luv...if I don't pick it up, he'll bloody say that I'm an idiot."

"Since when has being an idiot bothered you?" Erin asked innocently as he turned to jiggle the doorknob, then paused, "What was that?"

"Nothing," Erin looked away, humming suspiciously, and Spike shook his head, "Bloody...stupid...moron..."

The door crumbled beneath his weight, and he yelped as he hit the ground, and Erin stared at him, "Have you taken a leave of your senses?!"

"Jesus Christ!" Giles came up to Spike, glaring down at him, "What in the hell is wrong with you?!"

"You locked the bloody thing!" He snapped as Erin pulled him to his feet, then looked up at the people standing in the living room, staring at them in shock, then saw the banner proclaiming, 'Happy B-Day, Erin.'

After Spike and Giles pieced the door back together, the party went on as planned.

"I can't even believe you remembered," Erin told Spike in some surprise, "I didn't even remember."

Spike shrugged modestly, starting to light a cigarrette, then thought better of it, "Glad you like it...and gotta tell you, loving the brownie points I'm earning."

"Actually, I think you should stay away from them...Anya's good at making men cry...but brownies," Erin shook her head, "Not so good."

"Xander, she's making fun of me again," Anya complained to her boyfriend, and Xander sighed, "Anya, she's not making fun of you...she's critiquing you."

Anya frowned, trying to figure out the difference between the two, while Spike eyed her warily, "You sure her powers are all gone? I don't want to wake up with extra parts again."

Giles rolled his eyes as he took Erin's arm, "He spent thirty minutes in the W.C...I don't even want to know what he was doing."

"Whoops...and there's my cue to leave," Spike headed towards the kitchen for another drink and Erin's eyes widened as Anya started to laugh.

"Time for presents," Buffy announced, trying not to start giggling at the expression on Erin's face as she stared after her husband, "Spike! Get back here!"

Erin smiled, perched sideways on Spike's lap, surrounded by wrappings. "Thanks, Xander," She said, holding up the ring he had given her and slipped it on her finger.

"Rings are a sign of committment," Anya announced, glaring at Xander, "Why'd you buy her a ring, Xander?"

"Chicks like shiny things," Xander replied, patting her shoulder reassuringly, "That's all, Ayn."

"Oh," Anya looked placated, and Erin glanced at Spike, raising an eyebrow, "What do you think, honey? Does a mood ring equal committment?"

"If it did, I could have saved a bloody fortune on this thing," He tapped her engagement ring, and Erin smiled, kissing him.

"Hey! I got you the ring," Xander complained, then winced as Anya punched his arm, hard. "Ow."

Buffy grimaced, watching Spike and Erin, "Please, don't let the audience disturb your in-depth investigation of each other's body."

"Sorry, Slayer," Spike rested his head on Erin's shoulder, slipping his arms around her and planting his hands on her stomach, "There ain't an inch of her that doesn't know me intimately...in the Biblical sense, of course..."

"Spike," Erin shot him a look, and he looked confused, "What? I kept it clean! I used code that'll confuse the whelp and everything."

"Hey! I'm not confused!" Xander protested, and Anya leaned towards him, "It means sex, honey."

He nodded gratefully at her, and Erin groaned, dropping her head back on Spike's shoulder, "Great...now he has a translator."

"All right, children," Joyce shot a meaningful look at Spike, who raised an eyebrow in response, "Who's up for cake?"

"Did Anya make it?" Oz asked, and Anya glared at him, "He doesn't say a thing all night, then first thing that's out of his mouth is about my cooking?!"

"Hey, plenty of ammo," Willow said, picking up a rock-hard brownie, "And they bruise too."

"Yeah, if a demon walks in here, we'll just slay him with your food," Buffy teased, and Anya glared at her too, "If I still had my powers, you wouldn't be tormenting me."

"Luv, it's just harmless teasing," Spike told her, "Believe me, you don't know real torment till you start trying to digest that crap."

Erin smiled at Anya, "Don't worry, I'm sure you did the best you could. If you want, I could always help you," She elbowed Spike none too gently, "Even he can't complain about my cooking."

"She's nice," Anya said to Xander, leaning against him, "She can keep the ring."

"Uh...great," Xander rolled his eyes in Spike and Erin's direction, "Thanks for that."

Erin shook her head as she accepted a package from Giles, and smiled up at him, "What's this?"

"Honey, go get another drink," Erin slid off his lap, making a face at him, and Spike rolled his eyes, "You want one?"

"Yes...let's give the pregnant woman alcohol," Xander muttered, earning a scathing glare from Spike, "A coke, whelp, I'm not a bleeding idiot."

"Spike, be a good boy," Erin teased, and he woofed, nuzzling her neck affectionatly.

"They're so cute," Willow said, taking a sip of her own drink, and Spike made a face at her, "I'm not cute."

"Not alone," Willow agreed, and Spike growled, heading towards the kitchen. Erin raised an eyebrow at her, as she opened up Giles' gift, and pulled out a leather-bound copy of Romeo and Juliet.

Spike returned to her side, and leaned over the couch, glancing at the title, "O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright. It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night, like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear; Beauty to rich for use, for earth too dear!"

Erin laughed, looking up at him and he grinned, still quoting from memory, "So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows, as yonder lady o'er her fellows shows. The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand, and touching hers, make blessed my rude hand. Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night!"

Everyone was staring at him in surprise, and Xander glanced towards Oz, "Oh, that was smooth...we need to take notes on this guy," he said, and Oz nodded.

Erin cocked her head, thinking briefly, "My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown and known to late! Prodigious birth of love is to me, that I must love a loathed enemy."

Spike raised an eyebrow at her, taking her hand and smiling mischievously as he pulled her to her feet, "If I profane with my unworthiest hand, this holy shrine, the gentle fine is this: My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss."

Erin wrinkled her nose at him, retalilating, "Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, which mannerlry devotion shows in this; For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, and palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss."

Erin smiled, "You're only saying that because I was winning," She teased, and Spike shrugged, "I got a million more where that came from. I had a long time to memorize most of his plays."

"Right...next round, Julius Caesar," Erin promised, and Xander shook his head, "What was that all about?"

"Private game," Erin answered as Spike sat back down, drawing her down to his lap once again.

"Why in the hell do I bother? You already know the entire thing," Giles grumbled, downing his scotch, and Erin smiled, "Oh no, you're not getting it back that easy," She clutched the book to her chest, and Giles chuckled, "Thanks for that."

Buffy rolled her eyes, "You know what I got for my eighteenth birthday? Dehabiliting drugs and a near death experince."

"Really? Like what?" Anya asked curiously, accepting another beer from Xander, and Buffy rolled her eyes, "Let's see...on my seventeenth, Spike and Drusilla assembled the smurf, nearly killed me and Angel, slept with Angel...oops, guess who's soul is detachable..."

"Smurf?" Erin repeated, raising an eyebrow at Spike, who only shrugged as Buffy continued, "On my eighteenth, Crucimentum and a sweet vampire that made Drusilla the covergirl for Sanity Weekly."

Spike frowned, wondering if he should say something about the Dru bashing, then decided against it, considering the pregnant woman using him as a pillow could still damage him pretty well.

"Poor Buff," Erin sympathized, "I didn't have that bad of a birthday experience," She frowned, "Well, if you consider my seventeenth, I guess you could call it good and bad..."

"Why? What happened?" Buffy asked, and Erin smiled, "Sp-William proposed," Erin leaned more firmly against her husband, smiling up at him, "Then a month later, brutally murdered and raped."

Xander started to say something and Erin rolled her eyes, "Before you ask, Xander, no, it wasn't in that order," She frowned, glancing at Spike, "Oh, God...at least I hope it wasn't in that order."

"I'm going to need a lot more liqour," Spike slid her off his lap and headed towards the kitchen, and Buffy raised an eyebrow, "In Psych, we call that avoidance, Spike!"

"Avoid this," Spike flipped her off with a smirk, and Buffy rolled her eyes, "Real mature, Spike...you're what? Two hundred?"

Erin shook her head, "Honey, time to hide the liquor!" She said, and Spike grabbed up the vodka protectively, and she rolled her eyes, "Oh boy...I can see where this is going."

"Truth or Dare," Spike faced off with Giles, and the Watcher's eyes narrowed, "Truth."

Spike leaned towards him, smirking, "You and the Slayer's mum...are you or aren't you?"

Erin raised an eyebrow, watching the interplay of the tipsy group with some interest. Even Joyce looked a little in the cups. It's kind of fun being the only sober one in the room, she thought to herself.

Buffy started to crack-up, "Oh my god! You and Giles are screwing?" She asked her mother, still laughing, and Joyce blushed, "Don't call it that, dear."

"Dare," The werewolf answered, looking towards Buffy as she hugged her mother then kissed Giles on the cheek, promising to castrate him if he hurt her mom, much to Anya's delight.

"Just dare him, Harris," Spike said, polishing off his beer, and grabbing another, leaning his head back against Erin's thigh, and she smiled, ruffling his hair.

"Fine. Oz, I dare you too..." He looked around the room, then grinned evilly at Spike, "You have to kiss Erin."

Spike growled, and Oz eyed him warily as he stood up. Erin laughed, shaking her head, "You're lucky this is a clean game, Xander, or Spike would be rearranging all your bodyparts," She told him, which he didn't find too reassuring.

Oz gave her a quick peck on the lips and sat down again, "I'm getting you back on my turn," He promised and Xander grinned, "Like to see you try, dogbreath."

"Truth," Erin answered, and Buffy smiled, "Who do you like better? William or Spike?"

"Huh?" Erin looked confused, and Buffy shook her head, "Don't try to pull that one over on me. I know enough from Angel that the vampire is never the same as the man. So, which one?"

Spike raised an eyebrow, tilting his head backward to look up at her, and Erin shrugged, "Depends, actually. Somethings I miss about my old Will, but other things I wouldn't trade about Spike for the world."

"Stamina, for instance," The vampire put in, and Joyce snorted, then covered her face, looking horrified, "Sorry!"

Spike chuckled, tickling Erin's thigh, and she slapped her hand away, rolling her eyes, "You, my darling, are drunk."

Erin groaned, shaking her head, and Spike chuckled again, leaning back against her, "Whose turn is it?"

"Mine!" Joyce looked towards her daughter, and Buffy's eyes widened, "Definitaly truth. Last time she dared me, I had to flash Oz!"

"What?" Giles stared at her in shock, and Buffy blushed, looking towards Oz, "You never told them?"

Oz shook his head, and Spike peered at her interestedly, "You were flashing people? Where in the hell was I?"

"About to get married," Erin retorted, smacking the back of his head, and Spike scowled, rubbing the spot where she whacked him, "Bloody hell..."

"Admit it, Buffy...you never really had to burn down that gym, did you?" Joyce asked, "Mom! I told you! It was full of vamps...and it was an accident. All that crepe paper went up like...like..."

"Crepe paper?" Willow suggested, and Buffy nodded, "Yeah...I only meant to torch that one vamp, but he took the entire place down with him!"

"You're the real life Carrie," Xander teased, and Buffy shrugged, "Yeah, but with more vampires and less pig blood."

"My turn!" Giles turned on Spike, intending to get him back for letting the cat of the bag about him and Joyce, "Let's clarify a little something...some reports I've gotten from friends in the Council tell me that you killed Erin. She says it was Angelus...who was it, really?"

Erin sighed, rubbing her eyes, "Giles, it was a dual effort, all right? Spike crucified me, and Angelus bested and humilated me...but, techinically, it was exposure that finally did it..."

"Bloody hell..." Spike's eyes widened, "You were still alive...after..after that?"

Erin closed her eyes, leaning back against the couch, "For a couple days...I was feverish for most of it, probably babbling crazy stuff..."

"Hmm?" She opened her eyes, meeting his pain-filled ones, and smiled gently, resting the palm of her hand against his cheek, "Love, it was a long time ago. I barely remember it."

"Liar. You don't forget something like that," Spike mumbled, casting his eyes down, "Luv, I'm sorry."

"I know you are," She glanced at the others, noticing the party feeling was obviously gone, "I'm going to take him home, all right?"

"Forget it, Uncle Giles," She kissed his cheek, still smiling, "You two always get more upset about it then me," She shook her head, "I'll never get that."

She gathered up her gifts, and hugged everyone before gathering up her tipsy husband.

Spike stumbled on the sidewalk, then scowled at it, "Bloody shoddy workmanship! It's all bloody uneven!"

"No, love," Erin took his arm and draped it around her waist, allowing him to lean against her, "You're the uneven one."

Erin shook her head with an indulgent sigh, "You're a strange and bewildering man."

"Remember that horse you had?" He asked, suddenly changing the subject, and Erin frowned, "Banat? Sure, I remember. Why?"

"Bloody thing bit me!" He sounded wounded as he slid up his sleeve, showing her the crescent shaped scar on his elbow, and Erin laughed, "I cannot believe you're still mad about that!"

"You trained him to do that," He grumbled, and Erin rolled her eyes, "Yes, Spike, I specifically trained a horse to bite you."

"You're a vampire. You can't puke, remember? You don't have all the human fixtures for that."

"Oh...right," Spike sighed heavily, resting his head on her shoulder, "What in the hell do you see in me, luv?"

"Three...maybe four. It was hard to tell," Erin answered, biting back a sigh of her own, "The days kind of blurred together after the second."

"Why didn't you tell me before?" He straightened so that he could look at her profile as she kept her eyes studiously forward, "I didn't think it was important..."

"Not important?!" Spike glared at her, "Jesus Christ, woman...I left you up on that fucking thing...I thought you were dead when we left!"

"Spike, tell me, would it have really mattered to you then? Besides, I knew it would cause you pain..."

"Spike, look at me..." She set down her bags and faced him, her eyes entirely serious, "Forget what happened in our past. That's not important. You're no longer William Giles...you're Spike...William the Bloody...and I'm no longer Erimentha Gillian, the Slayer. I'm just a girl who still fights a battle she's no longer required too," She smiled, cupping his face with her hands. "I'm just a girl who loves you to death, and the mother of your child. I adore you, Spike, you're my entire life and I would die without you. I don't care about you did, because, despite what you think, you changed. Maybe it was losing Angelus when you were still relatively young...or maybe even Drusilla deserves the credit, but you're a better man, my love, from what I had met when you were first reborn. You're not cruel...you're kind, you're sweet, and I know you love me just as much as I love you..."

Spike smiled a bit drunkenly, pulling her closer and burying his face in her neck, "Got that bloody right," He murmured into her skin as Erin wrapped her arms around him, "But I'm not good or kind or any of that crap..."

He suddenly went rigid, and pitched forward against her, nearly knocking her off her feet. She carefully eased him to the ground, then stared at the tranquilizer dart in his back, eyes widening. Now this is familiar...

She whirled into a fighting position as several figures clothed all in black showed themselves, "Is she contaminated?" One of them asked, and Erin's eyes narrowed as she straightened, then splayed her legs apart.

"Identify yourself now, soldier!" She barked at the apparent pack leader, affecting an American accent, and he came up short, coming to attention, "Private Graham, Sir!"

"Well, Private," Erin glared at him, mentally thanking Xander for all the war movies he had forced on her, "Do you realize what you have just done?!"

"Did I say you could speak?!" Erin snapped, moving her hair aside, "Does it look like he was chomping on my neck, Soldier? Huh?! Does it?!"

Erin sent him a scathing look, "This Hostile was supposed to be leading me to a big cache of vamps, you blithering idiot! You better thank your maker that he was drunk as it was and probably will just think he passed the fuck out!"

"Since when do we do what? Make deals with hostiles?!" She snapped, placing her hands on her hips, "Since we're trying to find more test subjects, you idiot! Or am I the only one who noticed the lack of activity?"

"Just what?! Once more, with the talking! Are you disrespecting me because I don't have a set of marbles between my legs! Get down there with him and count them off!"

Erin sent a glare at the others, "You can bet I'll be taking this up with your superior!"

She bent and grabbed Spike around the middle and hauled him up against her, then grabbed her bag, muttering beneath her breath, "Damned soldiers, think they know everything...goddamn it, this mother is heavy!"

Erin paused, glancing over her shoulder, almost smiling at the slip-up, then turned her attention back to getting Spike out of there as fast as possible.

As she passed an alley, another figure detached from the shadows, and glanced at the retreating soldiers, then at Erin before following the redhead.

Erin got Spike through the door, then slammed it shut behind her, breathing heavily, her hand over her heart, and she could feel it beating rapidly. She kicked Spike in the side, and he groaned, rolling over, but still remaining unconcious.

"I could kill you for endangering us like that," She muttered, leaving him in the hallway as she stepped over him to go to bed.

As soon as she was up the stairs, the door opened, and a figure stepped in, locking it behind him as he peered at Spike curiously, shaking his head slightly, then glanced towards the stairs before heading into the living room.

Erin yawned as she came down the next morning, shaking her head when she saw Spike still lying in the doorway, and stepped towards him, kicking him in the side once more. He opened his eyes being awakened from a dream when Erin was shouting at him like a drill sargeant and he was buck-naked, pratically dropping through hoops to do her bidding.

He was treated to a view of Erin's long legs disappearing into a thigh length silk robe, and fully woke up, "Christ...how much did I drink last night?"

"Enough that you couldn't sense those soldiers," She answered, and his eyes widened, "Wot?!"

Erin sighed, rubbing her eyes wearily, "Thank God for Xander, that's all I can say," She said, offering him a hand up.

Spike took it and wobbled on his feet. Erin couldn't help but smile, "Coffee, darling?"

"Christ, yes," Spike agreed, then eyed her robe, "Whatcha got under there, pet?"

She gave him a look that clearly told him he could dream on, and he grinned wolfishly, lunging towards her.

She found herself trapped between her husband and a wall, and raised an eyebrow, "Seems the trank overrode your hangover."

"Never to hungover for sex, pet," Spike toyed with the tie of her robe, "So...have fun last night?"

"Well, you missed me making a bunch of those soldiers do push-ups for me," She said with a smile, "You should have seen it," She saluted him, "Major Erimentha, at your service!"

Spike nearly groaned, flashing back to his dream, "Promise?" He asked, pulling her robe tie, sliding it down her shoulders. He arched his scarred eyebrow, "You know, I kinda like it when you run around like this..."

"I just bet you do," Erin smiled as he kissed down her throat, then over her shoulders. She suddenly tensed underneath his lips, and he lifted his head, frowning, "What's wrong, pet?"

She jerked her robe back up, cinching it around her waist, "We both need our heads checked if we didn't sense that!" She pointed over his shoulder, and he turned, growling when he saw the man dozing on his couch.

He vamped out, stalking towards him, "Now who's this sleeping in my bed?" He growled, then grabbed the man by the labels of his suit jacket.

The man's eyes shot open, and they widened when he saw Spike's demon face, "Jesus Christ!"

"Spike, put him down," Erin placed a hand on his shoulder, "He's fairly trembling."

"I--I am not trembling!" The man sputtered, obvliously insulted as Spike released him and he straightened his jacket and tie.

"You better come up with a good reason for being in our home, or I'll relocate your bits and pieces to the four corners of this fucking town," Spike threatened.

"You wouldn't dare!" The man retorted, "Your Slayer would stake you where you stand."

Erin's eyes narrowed and she grabbed him by the scruff of his shirt and lifted him clear off his feet, "Who are you?!" She snapped, "And don't toy with me, man! I'll do worse then him!"

"And that's supposed to mean something to me?" Erin hauled him up higher, then tossed him.

He yelped as he crashed into the couch and toppled it over. He peeked his head up, his black hair ruffled and gold-rimmed glasses askew.

Erin crossed her arms over her chest, raising an eyebrow, "Now, talk, buddy. How in the hell do you know I'm a Slayer?"

"The same way I know he's William the Bloody," Wesley pushed himself to his feet with a small groan, "I'm from the Council..."

"Oh, was that the wrong answer!" Spike leapt over the fallen furniture and Wesley scrambled away from the vampire, backing himself into a corner.

"You see, mate, me and my woman," He gestured at Erin, then leaned in real close to Wesley's face, "We don't hold with your kind breaking into our home...and we definitatly don't hold with you interfering in our lives..."

Wesley drew himself up to his full height, glaring Spike in the eye as he pulled a cross from his pocket and held it between them, forcing the vampire back, then looked towards Erin, "The Council heard rumours of an unactivated Slayer's existance on the Hell Mouth...and sent me to verify...and if they were true, to take over as your Watcher..."

"I don't need a Watcher," Erin scowled at him, "I don't deal with the Council anymore, Mr. Price. I have no wish, and no need too."

"Of course," Wesley nodded, "I understand your position...Erimentha Giles, was it?"

Erin's eyes narrowed before she nodded, "However, I cannot simply leave here. Besides, I think the Council would be interested in knowing that you are married to one a murderer of two Slayers."

"Obviously, he's not doing it anymore," Erin rolled her eyes, but Wesley shook his head, "Last time I heard, he was trying to kill Buffy Summers."

"Yes, well, is she dead?" Erin asked, "She seems to be alive and kicking to me. Besides, I don't remember the Council giving her this much flak about Angel."

"He had a soul, and thus was the exceptation," Wesley glared at Spike, "And considering your current arrangement, I very much doubt that he is blessed with one."

"So what?" Spike growled, still keeping his distance because of the cross, "That has nothing to do with anything."

Spike and Erin exchanged an amused look as Wesley continued, "Slayers, when turned, don't have souls...and they can become vicious killers indeed...it's in the best interest of the Council to destroy a Slayer involved with a soulless vampire."

Erin's eyes widened as her hand flew to her stomach of it's own volition, "How much does the Council know?"

"Nothing...yet." Wesley carefully sidestepped Spike, careful to keep his cross between them, "I suggest that if you want to keep it that way, you'll cooperate."

Spike snarled, ignoring the cross as he grabbed Wesley's arm and lifted him off the ground by it, the chip not kicking in because he didn't intend to hurt him...just yet. "You're lucky I refuse to spill blood in my wife's home," Spike growled, eyes narrowing, "You don't threaten her, you bastard...she doesn't work for you bastards anymore!"

"Sp-Spike...?" Erin said softly, and he glanced over his shoulder, dropping Wesley as soon as he saw how pale her face had gone. She was clutching her stomach as she collapsed, and Spike rushed to her side, "Erin?!"

"What's wrong with her?" Wesley asked, but Spike ignored him as he picked her up, and she opened her eyes, looking like she was in a good amount of pain," The baby, Spike...I think something's wrong with him..."

"Shit...all right, baby..." Spike soothed her, "We'll get you to the doc's, and he can see what's up."

Wesley was forgotten as the vampire carried his Slayer out to the garage, and he stared after them in shock, "Baby?!"

"She's fine," The doctor told a nearly panicked Spike, shooting him a stern look, "She just had an anxiety attack. What sort of stress has she been under?"

What kind of stress hasn't she been under? "She's got a lot on her mind, doc," Spike growled shortly.

The doctor eyed him doubtfully, "Make sure she eats more. She's not as...developed as she should be. She's far too thin for her stage..."

"In just a moment, Mr. Giles," The doctor consulted his clipboard, "From now on, I want to see her in here at least once a week, understand? I want to watch her progress closely..."

"Out of the question!" Spike snapped, "No blood tests, no urine tests...hell, I don't even bloody want x-rays on her!"

"You heard me, Doctor. You try to take anything from her, and you'll find your arse on the recieving end of my docs...got that?"

The doctor glared at him as he snapped his clipboard shut, "Got it. But you should know such foolishness endangers her and your child's life. What if she has some sort of vitamin defiency?"

"Fine...make sure she eats, gets plenty of rest and fluids," The doctor ordered tensely, stalking off, and Spike glared after him, "Pillock," He muttered before going into Erin's room.

She was sleeping, her hair spread out across her pillows, and Spike smiled as he pulled up a chair and sat down.

"Yep, everything's good," He assured her, patting her hand, "'Cept the doctor agrees. You're officially retired."

"For now," She added, and Spike sighed, but decided not to argue about it, "Said it was an anxiety attack."

"Goddamn it!" She punched the mattress angrily, "What are we going to do? What if he tells the Council?"

"Then we're right screwed, luv," Spike replied cheerfully, "The Council's not big on their Slayer relations."

"No shit," She muttered, and Spike raised an eyebrow at her language, "I called the Watcher, pet, he's on his way now. I told him about Price, and you thought we were pissed? The wanker made me blush with his language."

"Bloody priceless," Erin rubbed the bridge of her nose tiredly, "Three Watchers...just what I need."

Spike grinned, hopping on the bed beside her, "We've got to resolve this. We have to keep Price from telling the Council about us..."

"So what do we do?" Erin asked, "Do we give in, let him play at this for a while, hopefully send him running back to England with his tail between his legs..."

"You know, Mr. Giles tried that," A voice broke in, and Spike growled, looking over his shoulder towards the door at Wesley, "Sod off. This is a private conversation."

Wesley held up Erin's chart, tossing it on the bed as he came in, smirking at the pair, "You're pregnant. Now, the Council would find that very interesting."

Erin's eyes flashed golden as she leapt to her feet, stalking towards Wesley, "You can threaten me, you can threaten my husband, my friends and my Uncle..." She grabbed him around the throat as she reached around him, slamming the door closed behind him, effectively cutting off any gawkers that might be interested in the girl looking about ready to murder someone, "But you don't ever...ever! Threaten my child!"

"It's me," Giles answered, and Erin shoved Wesley to the side and let Giles squeeze through. "Oh...shit..." Wesley scrambled to the other side of the bed when he caught Giles' murderous look, "Mr...Giles...control yourself..."

"Control myself?!" Giles stalked towards him, and Wesley yelped, jumping on the bed this time, "Listen, in the past two hours, I have been strangled, thrown across a bleeding room...and..."

"About to lose your head," Giles growled, and Spike raised an eyebrow as he leaned against the wall, "You think you can just come back here and threaten and cajole people to gain your position in the Council?! These are people's lives you're playing with, Wesley! I won't fucking have it!"

Wesley looked around helplessly as the three took positions on either side of the bed, preventing escape, and Erin stared up at him, and he could see the anger kindling behind her eyes.

Shit..."Mr. Giles, you know I do not have much of a choice...the Council wills that..."

"Fuck the Council!" Erin burst out, drawing surprised glances from her two men, "I've lived, I breathed and I bled for your goddamn Council! I'm tired of it! You tell them to take this fucking job and slam it up their tight, scone-sucking arses!"

"Jesus," Spike looked up at Wesley, "First lesson, mate...never fuck with a pregnant woman...especially a Slayer."

"I cannot simply leave! They know you exist, and you are putting yourself in danger by refusing to cooperate! If you would allow me, I can help you...cover this monstrosity up!"

"It would be covered if you didn't bloody interfere in the first place!" Erin shook her head, and Spike touched her arm, "Luv, don't upset yourself...you'll just have another attack..."

"Attack of what?" Giles looked alarmed, but Erin shook her head, "I had an anxiety attack, Uncle...that's all."

Giles didn't even bother to answer him as he glanced at Spike, running a hand through his hair, "My resources on the..." he looked at Wesley briefly, "On the subject of that Anya informed us about are quite...insubstantial..."

"What are you getting at?" Spike growled, tightening his grip on his wife protectively, "You're not actually implying that...that we give in to this asshole?!"

"We can't let the Council get a hold of her," Giles winced painfully, "They'll do worse then kill her, Spike..." Erin's eyes widened and Giles shook his head, looking at Wesley, "If we agree to this, the Council is to know nothing more then what Spike, Erin and I all agree on. You will send your reports through me before forwarding them to the Council, and only in name is she your Slayer. We will be given full-access to the Council's resources, through you, no questions asked..."

Wesley started to protest but Erin spun on one foot, sweep kicking him and sending him crashing to the bed only to roll off with a yelp. "I'm sorry, you were saying?" Erin asked sweetly as Wesley pushed himself back to his feet, shooting a glare that could melt glass at her. "I have my own requirements. I'll keep mum about the pregnancy and marriage, but I will be kept in the loop about everything! She shall train with me and only me, and you two will keep your contact with her too a minimum!"

"Sod that! She's my wife! I'll not have a poofter like you telling me when I can see her!"

"I will associate with whom I please, when I please, Mr. Price. That is non-negotiable," Erin asserted, narrowing her eyes, "I have never once allowed myself to be governed in that way, and I shall not start now."

Wesley scowled, but he nodded his agreement, but Spike glared at him, "No fucking fool-hardy missions either, mate. I'll not have my kid put in danger just because you're all bleeding gung-ho about being a Watcher."

Erin and Spike exchanged a glance before she shoved past Wesley to grab her coat, "Now wonder I'm having anxiety attacks," She muttered beneath her breath, "Three of them? Christ almighty..."

Maggie Walsh frowned as she walked the corridors of the Intiative Complex, tapping a videotape against her palm. She went into her office and immediately Riley Finn stood too attention, saluting her. "Care to explain this?" She snapped at him, dropping the tape on her desk, and Riley frowned, "Sorry?"

"Don't play dumb with me, Finn...not only did you remove a file from my cabinent without clearence, you also removed Hostile 17's items from the lockers! Who in the hell gave you permission to do that?"

"No one, ma'am," Riley answered, "I thought it would help in tracking him down."

"Right. And last night, while you decided to take a solitary recon, your team encountered the Hostile and his little girlfriend," Walsh allowed herself a wry smile, "She convinced them she was a Major doing an interrogation and made Graham and Forrest do thirty push-ups."

"What?" Riley looked at her with wide eyes, and Walsh scowled, "What are you up too, Riley...there's a little more then a healthy interest in this hostile to you, isn't there?"

"I'll be watching you, Finn...step out of line one more time and your career is finished, got that?!"

Riley turned on his heel and strode out determinedly, mentally shaking his head. Fuck...now what?

Spike put Erin to put and returned downstairs where Giles was waiting for him. Spike shook his head at the Watcher, "Now what, mate?"

"Oh," Giles sighed, removing his glasses to polish them, "Christ, I don't know, Spike. We don't know all that much about this. Anya told us there was a war before...but that, thank god, hasn't started here."

"No one knows she's pregnant, that's why," Spike pointed out, "And most people don't know she's a Slayer yet. Not even that bloody Willy knows..."

"Which is strange," Giles frowned, "He's usually very on top of things, isn't he?"

"As much as the little snitch can be," Spike plopped down on the couch, looking miserable, "Remember those dreams I told you about? They come every night now...but I still can't remember a damn thing about them..."

"Yes, I was going to ask you about that," Giles returned his glasses to his face, "I thought vampires couldn't dream."

"That's the rumour, but Peaches dreamt, so did Dru...I don't know, maybe it's something in the blood-line," Spike shrugged, "Whatever it is, I've had them since I was turned. As far as I can tell, they were always about Erin...even after Dru left me, I still dreamt of her."

"Since the night we killed her," Spike shook his head, "Bloody strange, if you ask me. Those goddamn dreams used to keep me up all night at first, and I hated them for the longest time. Thought she was haunting me just to spite me..."

"Yeah," Spike shook his head again, "In all of them, we were in a field...you know the one from the painting? And there was an underlying feeling of...contentment, I guess you can call it. Those were the good parts, mostly just me and her talking and all that...bout different things. Even Drusilla, and let me tell you, those were the bloody weird ones," Spike smiled slightly, "Well, the tense ones, anyhow. She never liked Dru much, after what happened..." He winced, "But anyway, there always started happy, almost normal, then came the gut-wrenching pain part...her ending up on that bloody cross. Drove me mad...as if I could change the bloody past!"

Giles nodded slowly, remembering the dreams of Jenny that had haunted him long after her death, and even still, he would catch glimpses of her in his sleep, but nowhere as bad as Spike described it.

"Finally fucking figured out I was guilty about it...now there was a bloody shock," Spike shook his head as he stood up and went to the fridge, "Beer? It's imported...none of that American crap the Bronze tries to pass off to us..."

Giles nodded gratefully, catching the bottle Spike tossed at him, "What happened after that?"

Spike shrugged, "Started welcoming them, especially after Angelus left me and Dru. Then after I was put in that bloody chair and the wanker decided to get all pelvic with the Slayer..."

Giles glared at him, and Spike arched his eyebrow as he took a swig of beer, "Not saying anything but the truth, Watcher."

"Yeah, don't we all? Hell, those dreams were probably the only thing that kept me from bloody staking myself," He smiled to himself, "In them, she kept encouraging me to stand up and fight for myself...probably was just the thing that got me off my pathetic arse in the first place...and every night, she'd push at me a little harder, told me to walk a little farther...and finally, I was able to hold my own. Fuck, you'd think I'd ran a bloody marathon the way she carried on..."

"And this was all in your dreams?" Giles asked, and Spike nodded, "Everyone of them. She was as real to me as you standing right there...my only regret was that I had to bloody wake up, nearly fucking sobbing because she always ended up on that goddamn cross. She was there when Dru left me too...consoling me and all that shit...then, less then a month later, she disappeared."

"Just like that," Spike snapped his fingers, "The last one...she was sad. She didn't smile, she didn't laugh like she did in the others...it was if she just...disappeared..."

"Yeah," Spiek shook his head, downing the last of his beer, then frowned when he saw the thoughtful look on Giles' face. "What?"

"She was conjured up from the Nether by my grandmother about that time," Giles answered, "She was taken from where she was residing in the afterlife, and then given form."

Spike sighed, "You know what she told me that one time we switched bodies? That her heaven was the field where I proposed to her. That's where all the dreams took place...always in that goddamn field where I loved her and then murdered her..."

"If she was, she doesn't remember. She only remembers the field and the light..." He frowned, "But she said I was there, but not me."

Giles nodded, understanding that Spike spoke of his human self, "That was the only way she knew you up to the point she saw you again."

"Yeah," Spike shook his head, "But what I want to know is why I can remember every nuance, every detail of the other dreams, but the ones I get now just leave me feeling...like I'm missing something."

Giles shook his head, accepting another beer from Spike, "I don't know what to tell you, Spike. Stress, maybe..."

"I don't think that's it," Spike looked annoyed, "These dreams mean something, but I can't remember them, goddamn it! And I need to know why! What if someone's trying to tell me something and I'm missing out on it?"

"Spike, are you sure Erin's the one with the anxiety? You're pratically sweating."

Spike rolled his eyes, sitting back down on the couch and propping his boots on the coffee table, "Oy vey..."

Giles chuckled, sitting beside him, "You know, we could always kill Price. That ought to relieve some tension."

"Don't tempt me. Seriously...even the thought of ripping his head off and shoving it up his arse causes me pain," Spike sighed, placing the cold bottle against his forehead with a grunt of frustration, "I don't know, Watcher...if the dreams continue, I may have to do something desperate."

"Don't know yet," Spike shook his head, glancing at him, "I don't take desperation very well."

"Neither do I," Giles sighed, then clinked his bottle against Spike's, "Here's to hoping Wesley gets eaten by one of your old drinking buddies."

The two men lapsed into silence, then Spike asked, "After the Slayer sobered up, what did she say about you and her mum?"

"How'd Buffy take it?" Erin asked as Joyce handed her a maternity dress, and the redhead grimaced as she held it against her, looking the mirror, "Did you know that toads puff themselves up to make them look bigger and scare off predators?"

"No, thank goodness for small favors," Erin sighed, "Then again, toads don't have to worry about Slaying and keeping her multiple Watchers from killing each other. Although, Giles and Spike are acting chummy of late."

"See? That horrid man is doing some good," Joyce said, seeing the silver lining, "And Buffy took it...surprisingly well."

"Higher then I'd ever seen it," Joyce smiled, "But Rupert is a wonderful man..."

"You don't have to tell me. Heck, I'm pratically related...and I'm carrying his great-great-great-great-great-great-lots more greats-grandfather or mother..." Erin frowned, "That sounded incredibly..."

"Weird," Joyce supplied, shaking her head, "But not that weird. I think Buffy's jaded me against the strange things in this town."

"Well," Erin held up another dress, then draped it over her arm to try on, "I hope Buffy knows how lucky she is. To have a mother, and a man like Giles both loving her..." Erin looked saddened for a tiny second, then shrugged, "I'm just glad everything's working out for you."

"What was your mother like, dear?" Joyce asked, and Erin sighed, "I don't know. I can barely remember her. I used to have a locket, but it's long gone by now. I searched the entire estate back in Devenshire top to bottom, but, according to Grandmother Beatrice, Angelus and the others cleaned the place out of all valuables..."

"Everyday," Erin shook her head, "When I was alive, there was still the possibility of finding her...but now...way too late."

"I'm sorry, honey," Joyce embraced the redhead briefly, "I heard from Buffy that most Slayers weren't allowed contact with their family..."

Erin shrugged, "It's all in the past now," She said cheerfully, "I shouldn't be thinking about that. Not when I have Spike and my future in front of me."

Erin smiled wanly, and Joyce touched her arm, "Erin, if you ever need anything...advice or such...please think of me. I would be more then happy to act the matronly part for you..."

Joyce smiled kindly as Erin picked up a racy lace number, "Pregnant women in lingerie...I think I truly know fear now."

"Oh, I know," Erin glanced at her, "But nothing I wear into the bedroom lasts more then ten seconds..."

Joyce laughed, "Same thing with Rupert...they are definitly from the same family tree..."

Erin looked at her with wide eyes, "Eww! He's my Uncle! I don't want to hear that!"

Joyce rolled her eyes, and Erin burst into giggles, "I'm sorry...I couldn't resist," She said as Joyce threaded her arm through hers, "Let's pay for this, dear, and get going. The boys are probably killing each other now."

Erin smiled, then glanced over her shoulder before adding the lingerie to her pile and Joyce laughed, "Thatagirl."

Spike groaned as he rolled off of Erin, pulling the redhead up to his side, and kissing her sweaty forehead, "Christ, luv...you have no idea what you do to me..."

"I have an idea," She smiled up at him as he pecked her on the lips, and he laid back as she rested her head against his silent chest. He idly toyed with a strand of her hair as her breath fanned against his cool skin with soft sigh.

"Whatcha thinking, luv?" He asked after several minutes of silence, and she shifted so that she could look up at him, "Nothing much, why?"

She shrugged, laying back on him, "What do you think is going to happen? I mean, later...when I finally give birth?"

"Is...he even human...?" She frowned, "Well, I guess...it isn't, since neither of us are human...but what is he going too look like...?"

Spike frowned slightly, "Is that what worries you, pet? What the kid is going to be like?"

Spike closed his eyes, "Yeah," He admitted, "The thought has crossed my mind on several occasions..."

"And it's not something we should worry about at this point," Spike shook his head, cupping her chin, "It's our child, Erin...and I'll love it, no matter what he or she is like..." He frowned, "Here's a thought...you keep calling it he. Why?"

"It's a boy," She smiled, touching her abdomen, "I can feel it, William, I really can."

"Ah," Spike shook his head slightly, placing his hand over hers, "If you say so, pet...but we won't know till we see the doc again..."

Spike smiled indugently, kissing her forehead again, "All right, luv. Try and get some rest now...the doc'll have my head for wearing you out."

"Such ego," Erin muttered, then yawned, and Spike chuckled, pulling the covers over them, then rested his forehead against hers, "Go to sleep, luv."

She smiled, kissing him before closing her eyes and murmuring softly, "Sweet dreams, darling..."

Spike sighed inwardly as she drifted off to sleep, his hand still over hers. Yeah, right...sweet dreams...

Subscribe to guiltypleasuresrwp

Powered by groups.yahoo.com