They talked about their different lives until late in the evening.
"And now. Dear? Are you going back again?"
Buffy looked out the cafe window. "I'll call London."
Spike leaned back in the chair and listened to Buffy.
"Hello Giles, it's me, there's no more apocalypse anytime soon." Pause
"No, I'm not in Los Angeles. Spike intercepted me at the New York airport."
Pause “He was in that chain.” Pause “I'm not going back to Rome."Spike sat up at these words and assessed Buffy carefully, trying to ignore it but grinning." I'm staying here in New York, supporting the guards and their girls. "Pause" Giles, you can do without one of your co-workers who will find me an apartment here and send me my things here. "Buffy was impersonating a diva." That’s the least for saving the world, right? "Pause the phone caller snorted." Giles that was a joke ... Dawn would do that, great ... "Pause" Oh, okay, thank you. Greet them all. "
"You stay here?" "Yes ... come with me."
Buffy went to the nearest cab and gave the driver an address. "Where are we driving to?"
“The Order is now supported by the governments.” “And that means, dear?”
"Apartment or are you already so well organized that you have already made up a nice grave?" "I forgot, I no longer need something like that."
“Miss Summers.” The doorman grabbed his hat. "You know me?"" Mister Giles informed us of everything. A nice stay."
"Uhh now you really are supergirl, Slayer."
The lady in the lobby gave Buffy a key, "20th floor, Miss Summers."
The elevator doors closed. "Spike?" "Yes ..." he got no further. Buffy immediately cut him off, "I left you alone. Down there." A tear flowed from her eye. Spike took her in his arm and stroked her hair. “No, you never left me alone.” “I can hear your heart.” “All because you believed in me, dear.” The elevator doors opened. Both stepped out into the hallway. There were flowers to the right and left and a door in the middle. Buffy put the key in the lock, a green light came on, and the door opened.
"So what can the Order afford now?" Spike asked, Buffy wanted to open her mouth and ask him in, but she didn't need that anymore. Instead, she said, “It looks like it.” The apartment was openly furnished.Living room, dining room and kitchen merged almost seamlessly. A staircase led to a bathroom and three bedrooms.
"And have you already thought about where you will live." Buffy asked after exploring the kitchen. She was making tea. "I think I'll let myself be bitten again, it's cheaper."
Buffy started to squirm. "Well if you don't mind you could ..."
"Stay here? Buffy come on, you don't mean it. Angel once said something about a cake and I don't want to stop you. Yes, you're still the one at least for me ..."
Buffy cut him off. "He told you about the cake?" she waved it off "Great ..." but caught herself again. "Spike, yes, I'm still a dough, but maybe you're an ingredient I absolutely need." Now she was standing in front of him and looking into his eyes.
The kettle stops bubbling but that didn't matter. The ex-vampire and the Slayer hugged each other and kissed passionately.6 weeks later

"Dear? Wake up." "No."
Buffy pulled the covers over her head. "The huntress has just called. She's met a fury. I'll take care of her, and five minutes ago someone else called. Your specialty."
"Oh yeah?" Buffy peeled off the covers. "Yes, urgent" he gave her a kiss "she would have fallen in love with a vampire."
"And what do I tell her to wait until he has become human again?"
"Tell her about your three attempts, dear."
"And how did they pee?"
"Don't get cheeky. Otherwise you can bend your training today."
"I wonder who is training whom."
"A downside of mortality, no longer superpowers."
He went out of the bedroom.

Buffy was on the phone with Lynn. She wanted to meet her in her office, that is to say, I should meet her in her kitchen.
"Actually, there is nothing against it. You have to be able to trust him like anyone else, but you have to be ready to stake him at any time."Lynn nodded" And how do I find out if I can really trust him? "
"Not either, yes or no. I don't have a panacea either."
The telephone rang. "Wait a minute, I have to ..." Buffy picked up the phone.
"Miss Summers? You've got your blood test results."
Lynn watched Buffy as her face darkened.
Buffy hung up. "Has something bad happened?"
Buffy was still a little disoriented. "Uh, yes, everything is great. You, I have to go shopping, are you coming down with me?"
"Naturally."
They parted in the street. In the Slayer's head she heard the doctor talking, "This is a routine check-up, Miss Summers. We want to be on the safe side. Your mother died of cancer and you shouldn't do that either ..."
Buffy turned onto a cross street. And leaned against the wall. It was afternoon in London now. "Dawn, I have to ask you something. How do I tell Spike that he's going to be a father?"
"I beg your pardon. You're having a baby?" "Yes, yes, nice enough happy. How do I tell him?""Just like that, right. Straight out." Buffy swallowed, "May I tell the others?"
"Yes do that."
In the evening, the door opened. "Dear, I tell you that Stacy was on it, nobody can get her down so quickly." Spike took off his coat.
Buffy didn't say a word. Instead, she scooped the Chinese food from the cardboard boxes onto the plates.
"I don't have any super senses anymore, but something is ..."
"Yes, it is something, and since I trust my sister's advice, I'll say it straight away."
Buffy carried the plates to the table where she and Spike were seated.
Buffy looked at him and he just looked back questioningly. She took a deep breath and "You are going to be a father."
Spike didn't move for the next 20 seconds.
Then he jumped up as if stung by a tarantula and lifted Buffy out of the chair and turned with her on his own axis. "And are we going to celebrate that with Chinese mush?"
"Spike, I'm getting sick ...", he let her down, "and what do you want to celebrate with?"
"With Chinese mush and a mean phone call to Angel.""You don't dare." Spike was already on the phone and the number dialed, the dial tone rang out. Buffy had jumped up and pounced on him. When Angel took the call, cursing, he heard: "" Spike give me the phone "-" No, I'll tell him, dear. "" I think I should do that. "". Angel was getting too much. "Buffy? Spike? What's going on. It's eleven o'clock here."
Buffy managed to pick up the phone from Spike. Spike then went to the station and turned it on.
"I'm pregnant." "By me," Spike cut off immediately.
Angel rubbed his head, "But that's good news, let's hope the child inherits everything from the mother." "I had to say something like that." "You wanted to call me."
"You two guys are welcome to keep arguing, but my food is getting cold ..."
Buffy had to smile when she heard the two arguing again. “The next step to the finished cake,” she said quietly to herself.