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“Two months along?” Spike asked.
Dawn’s eyes widened. “What?”
Spike grinned. “I can hear the heartbeat. Can smell it.”
“Spike, that’s gross! Keep your nose—and your fangs away from… it.” Dawn looked down shyly.
“You know me better’n that.” He watched her for a moment. “Scared?”
“Terrified.”
“It’s Rupert’s innit?”
“Yeah.”
“He know?”
“Yes.”
“He doin’ right by you?”
“It’s the 21st century, he doesn’t have to marry me.”
“I mean, he’s lookin’ after you, being good to you? ‘Cause I’ll kill him if--”
“Spike!”
“Just sayin’”
“He loves me.”
“Alright. But remember, I can grrrrrrrrrr if--”
“Spike, jeez!”
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Date: 2013-09-10 10:03 pm (UTC)Well done :)