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Ouch
Giles took Buffy’s hand. A long, low groan echoed through the labour room. She wrinkled her nose with pain.
Willow nudged Xander, who was nearly asleep next to her on the couch. “Wake up! It’s nearly time!”
Xander jumped, then rubbed his eyes blearily. He looked at the clock. Almost 3am. “We’ve been here forever,” he complained.
“I’m dying for a smoke,” Spike added, pacing.
“I’m sure you’re not the one in the most discomfort,” Giles said shortly, as the contraction eased. He’d always hoped to be in a labour ward with these people – well, one, maybe two, of these people – one day.
Watcher training had prepared him for all sorts of things. He had learned strategies, histories, demonologies. But there were always unknowns. New species of demons. New side effects. There were some real doozies. Like demons which could use vampires to impregnate men.
And he didn’t want to consider where the baby would actually come out.
