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BUFFY

She sat idly on her bed trying not to think. She knew he was near. The tingling in her spine had started about an hour ago. He would be here soon, and she had to tell him. How he knew that something was wrong with her she didn't know, or didn't care.

His fingers reached out and brushed a strand of hair from her face. As her eyes slowly lifted she saw him. He was the same as ever. Deep brown eyes and a gorgeous complexion. He sat down next to her, her legs uncurling a bit. Still not taking his eyes off of her he took her hand.

"You okay?" he asked. She smiled to herself. Still the same Angel, using the least amount of words possible and yet saying so much. Slowly she leaned into him and his arms wrapped around her. Then silence. They both sat there, unmoving, just holding each other.

How was she going to tell him this? He would probably think her a fool. Leaning her head on his shoulder she sighed. If possible, his grip on her grew tighter. "I'm so scared Angel."

"Of what?" he whispered

"Of what's to come, what I'm going to tell you. How you'll react."

"You can tell me anything." Tears slowly began to trickle down her face. Anything? "Shh. it's ok, whatever it is, its ok. I'm here. shh. its ok, its ok." He mumbled to her. He slowly pulled her into his lap and rubbed the small of her back. Her face buried into his shoulder deeper.

As her sobs resided he lifted her body away from his to look at her. "What happened?"

"It's nothing." She whispered.

"It has to be something to get you this upset."

Slowly she lifted her eyes to meet his. "I'm pregnant." The world stopped. The two lovers looked at each other in silence. Her holding her breath, him trying to understand what just happened.

"What?" he breathed.

She crawled off of his lap and looked down at her hands. "I'm pregnant." She repeated.

"Who. what. when. who is the. who is the father?"

"You." It was an answer barely even audible. An answer filled with so much fear, so much guilt.

"Me? But. but how?"

"When we met in the middle we had."

"I know what we did Buffy." He answered a little to harshly. "I just meant. well you know I can't."

She took a deep breath. "I went to the doctors today. He said that I was about a month along. A month ago is when we."

"Well, there must be some sort of mistake!" He cried. Standing up immediately he started to pace the room. "What about before then?"

"Before then I was dead." She snapped. "Look, I'm not asking you for anything. I just thought you should know that you are going to be a father."

Angel took a deep breath. "I'll move back down here. I could live in the mansion again and."

"No." she cut him off. "I'm not going to have you back just because you feel responsible. You're not going to stay here just because we have a kid together. I don't want that, and I don't want that for the baby."

"Buffy," he moved back toward her "I want to be involved."

"And you can be. You can visit, or I can visit you. I just. I would always feel guilty for keeping you here. From keeping you from the people in L.A."

"Buffy."

"You better go." She said

He continued to look at her. What she said wasn't advice, it was an order. She didn't want him in her house, and most likely in her life. Nor the babies for that matter. With that he slowly climbed back out the window, disappearing into the night.