Staking him would have been kinder. Spike stood on shaky feet, eyes darting to the couch, the cracks in the coffee table. Anywhere but at this great and terrible goddess — this little girl — that could scorch him to the bone. “Too late, now. Can’t get rid of it.”

Well, this is not your average baby fic. Neither [orca]Buffy nor [lamed]Spike seem prepared for the possible results of this pregnancy.