Author's Note: And here's your final chapter, folks!

Buffy awoke to the feeling of suckling on her breasts. Both of them. She opened her eyes to see the most beautiful baby girl in the world drinking nourishing milk from one nipple. A sense of all-encompassing awe came over her as she tenderly held the perfect little creature against her, fingers gently stroking the one lock of pale hair on the top of her daughter's head.

Her daughter finished eating at that and looked up at her mother with big blue eyes. And Buffy fell in love with her on the spot. God, she had the same beautiful blue eyes Spike did, and it was hard to tell through the baby fat, but Buffy spotted a pair of high, sharp cheekbones that were also the father's gift. Her nose, though, and the shape of her face, those were Buffy's. And she realized suddenly that this beautiful little girl really was hers, a tiny little composition of herself and Spike. God, could anything in the universe be more perfect?

"Beautiful, isn't she?" The rough British accent came through the flesh of her other breast where Spike's tongue was still enjoying the softness of the milky mound.

"She's wonderful," Buffy agreed in a soft, amazed voice. She cradled her baby against her chest instinctively, and the tiny girl let out a soft purr in response. Buffy giggled. "She purrs!" she exclaimed in delight.

Spike purred back in response. "My girls," he concluded, abandoning Buffy's breast for the moment so that he could wrap his arms around his mate, sheltering her in the crook of his shoulder. "What're we gonna name her?" he whispered softly into Buffy's hair.

Buffy blinked at that. "You have any ideas?" she asked curiously.

"Always fancied the name Penelope..." he began thoughtfully.

"What kind of pee?" Buffy retorted with a roll of her eyes.

He sulked. "Fine. Whatta you want?"

"Joan," Buffy said thoughtfully.

"Oh, c'mon, you cannot name a beautiful creature like that Joan!" he exclaimed.

Buffy's lip stuck out in a pout. "Like you've got anything better," she countered.

"How 'bout Nancy?"

"You are not naming her after some drugged-up punk!" Buffy denied vehemently. "What, were you going to name our first son Sid?!"

"'S better'n Joan," Spike insisted.

Buffy's eyes narrowed. "Anne," she shot back.

Spike's eyes widened for a second. "Was my mother's name," he admitted softly.

Buffy's own features relaxed at that. "My middle name," she added. "After my grandmother..."

"Anne?" Spike repeatedly slowly, the black polish on his nails looking both out of place and strangely right as he stroked his daughter's hair.

Anne giggled.

"Anne, it is," Buffy agreed with a sigh of relief, settling back into Spike's arms once more. His thumb began rubbing small circles into the bare flesh of her arm.

"You're both so beautiful," Spike whispered affectionately, pressing his lips lightly to her forehead.

Buffy sighed and closed her eyes. The gesture brought all too clearly to mind his admission their second time together, however. They hadn't spoken of those three words he'd uttered in the heat of passion since, but now...

"You're really annoying, you know that?" she began, cuddling up against him further.

He humphed in response.

"You're obnoxious and rude and irritating and obnoxious and—"

"Said 'obnoxious' twice there, pet," he cut her off with a little tongue waggle.

She rolled her eyes. "See what I mean?" she demanded. "You're so annoying sometimes...but then you can be really sweet and tender, too..."

Spike's eyes widened in horror. "'m not—!" he began.

"...And I think I'm falling in love with you," Buffy finished, not put off by his protest in the slightest.

Spike's jaw shut with an audible snap, and he looked at her with the naked devotion he'd been trying to hide from her for so long. "I love you, Buffy," he said slowly, voice sounding unusually shaky.

"I love you, too, Spike," she assured him, one hand reaching up to cup his cheek.

He frowned. "Wait a minute," he began, "din't you just say—?"

"So I fell in love with you in the space of two seconds," she retorted before her tone turned soft again. "It wasn't hard, baby."

He gulped and squeezed his eyes shut tight in pleasure for a second. "Say it again," he pleaded.

She laughed. "I love you, Spike," she repeated, placing a teasing peck of her lips right on the tip of his nose.

"My love..." he purred again, catching her lips as she tried to escape and pouring his passion out into them.

She moaned against his skilled tongue and let him inside, twining her tongue with his in an intricate dance as they both finally took the time necessary to fully explore the other's mouth. Their lips lingered together, and oxygen was beginning to be an issue when they were interrupted by the sound of a little cry.

Buffy pulled back instantly and turned to her daughter, cradling her gently and offering her breast. Her actions did nothing to quiet the infant, however.

"Here," Spike whispered, "let me try."

Despite Anne's distress, Buffy couldn't help but smile at the astonished expression on Spike's face when she first handed him his daughter. His startlingly blue eyes were wide with wonder as he held the tiny little body against his chest, embracing the infant with a delicacy that she almost couldn't believe he possessed.

Anne quieted after a few seconds, and Spike stroked her back gently, cradling her against the crook of his neck. Another purr from the baby, and abruptly she bit into the side of her father's neck, piercing his throat with her tiny little fangs.

"Whoa!" Buffy exclaimed in startled surprise, suddenly grateful that the child seemed to want Spike's blood and hadn't bit into her own sensitive flesh while she'd been suckling.

Spike froze for a second before his eyes teared up. "Did you see that?" he whispered to Buffy in disbelief. "My little girl went straight for daddy's jugular!" he exclaimed in delight. Anne had retracted her fangs by now, and Spike held her up proudly before him. "Who's daddy's little girl?" he cooed, placing a soft kiss on her forehead. Anne giggled again in response to that.

Buffy merely rolled her eyes. "God, you are so weird," she concluded, settling against her mate nonetheless.

He chuckled at that. "Like it when mommy bites me, too," he countered with a little thrust of his hips against her.

"In front of the baby?" Buffy demanded incredulously. "Perv much?"

"Much," he agreed with a little growl that had her entire body tingling.

Buffy gasped as his hand ventured between his thighs and...

Knock, knock, knock. "You better not being having sex in there," Dawn shouted through the door. "Mom's coming up. Oh, and you might want to be decent, too. At least, as much as is physically possible," she added sarcastically.

Buffy instantly scrambled for the nightshirt she'd left on her chair, slipping it over her head before turning annoyed eyes in Spike's direction. "Decent up," she instructed.

With a reluctant roll of his eyes, he pulled her comforter up over his naked, sexy limbs, exposing only a bit of his muscular chest.

"More decent," she insisted, but then it was too late.

"Buffy?" Joyce knocked on the door. "Are you two all right in there?"

Anne let out a little squeal as if she recognized the sound of her grandmother's voice.

A pause. "Was that a baby?" Joyce asked incredulously. "It's already born?!" She opened the door, eyes wide when she saw her granddaughter for the first time. "Oh, how precious!" she exclaimed, entering the room and sitting beside the bed.

With a small smile, Spike held his daughter out to Joyce.

"A girl?" Joyce inquired, holding the baby close.

"We named her Anne," Buffy agreed, squeezing Spike's hand as she sat back down on the bed beside him. "There was this big magical thing last night and...well, poof! She was born." Her hands made a little poofing gesture to demonstrate.

"No nine-months of waiting? No morning sickness? No mood swings, gorging, intensely painful labor?" Joyce blurted out incredulously.

Buffy merely shook her head and cuddled up in the crook of Spike's arm.

Joyce's eyes narrowed. "You do realize that every other mother in the world will seek their revenge against you now," she half-teased.

Spike chuckled. "My girl hasta have some compensation after all the work that goes into bein' the Slayer, doesn't she?" he countered.

Joyce's expression softened at that, and Anne giggled when Joyce's finger tickled her stomach lightly. "She's got your nose, Buffy," she announced with grandmotherly pride, "and Spike's eyes..."

"She's got Spike's fangs, too, so be careful," Buffy warned.

Joyce blinked in surprise at that. "Does the little angel have fangs?" she cooed softly. It really was a strange household where such an announcement didn't even seem out of the ordinary.

"Ahem." Spike coughed very loudly and pointedly, an angry scowl on his features.

"What?" Joyce wondered before rolling her eyes in realization. "Not that 'Angel'," she assured him. "I know full well that my granddaughter's a little Spike."

Buffy rolled her eyes as well and nibbled on Spike's ear. "Remember: I chose you, not him," she assured her lover fondly. "Could've made my way to LA if the vampire I wanted hadn't been," a nip to his earlobe, "right," a twist, "here." She tilted his head toward her and brushed a kiss over his lips.

He softened at that, nuzzling her affectionately and purring against her throat.

Anne purred in response, and Joyce let out a startled laugh. "Isn't she just a darling?" she sighed, already deeply in love with the newest addition to her family.

Dawn peered in the doorway. "Is Spike naked?" she asked hopefully, before wide eyes alighted on her newborn niece.

Spike clutched the blanket to him tighter in response, and his cheeks managed to flush. His Nibblet was the only person in the world who knew how to make him blush, and she delighted in doing so as often as possible.

"Is that—?" Dawn breathed in surprise.

"Come meet Anne," Joyce waved her over.

Spike buried himself fully into the blankets in response. All this gushy chick stuff just wasn't for him. Or so he was trying to convince himself. Half of him was proud that everyone was so infatuated with his little girl. After all, didn't she deserve to be treated like the princess she was?

"She has fangs?!" Dawn was exclaiming in surprise. "Wow, I wanna see!" She took Anne carefully and dangled out her finger, hoping to tempt the half-demon. "Heh, I can't wait to see Giles freak over that. You should have seen him try to convince us to separate the two of you last night. He was all, 'We cannot be certain that Buffy would really want this.' And I'm all, 'Uptight much? Everyone knows she's totally in love with Spike.' It was funny to watch his face turn red when even Xander agreed." Dawn chuckled. "Now, he'll be all, 'We must research this at once!'," she affected a dopey British accent.

"Your accent's atrocious, Bit," Spike informed her, still buried beneath the covers.

"What turned him into a six-year-old?" Dawn teased, watching the lump under the covers with a grin.

"We're challenging his demonic masculinity with all the baby-talk," Buffy informed her with a giggle, feeling around beneath the covers for Spike to pull him back out. Her eyes widened when she grabbed a portion of his anatomy she had not intended to...

A chuckle and a purr from beneath the blanket.

Buffy's face flushed a deep red, although whether from embarrassment or arousal, not even she was sure.

"Oh dear," Joyce chided her lightly, "you look tired. Perhaps we should leave you to rest."

"An excellent idea," Spike agreed, popping his head back out from under the blankets.

"I think Anya suspected Anne might be showing up today," Dawn commented, still trying to get her niece to show her fangs. "She went on this complete shopping spree – carriers, crib, clothes, you name it. She said you can reimburse her for all the money she spent."

"Uh...thanks," Buffy said hesitantly, "I think..."

Dawn winked conspiratorially. "I'll just take Anne with me while you guys 'rest', and we can get her all properly bundled up." She leaned in to press a kiss to her sister's cheek. "Oh, and go you for finally picking a guy with a cute butt." She ruffled Spike's hair for good measure before leaving the bedroom.

Spike's cheeks flamed, and he buried his face in Buffy's shoulder.

"Yes, you just rest up, honey," Joyce insisted, oblivious to what the pair really had planned. "Both of you." She gave Buffy a quick hug. "I love you. And you..." She turned to Spike and hugged him as well. "Thank you for my beautiful granddaughter."

Awkwardly, Spike relaxed and patted her on the back as well.

Joyce got up to walk away before stopping in the doorway to fix Spike with a menacing look. "And don't forget: you've only got three days left to legitimize my granddaughter," she warned. She made a nasty snipping motion, and then shut the door behind her, leaving the two lovers alone.

"B-Buffy?" Spike began anxiously. "Will you—?"

"You need a ring," she reminded him, giggling slightly at how terrified he seemed to be of her mother. He'd never been very good at spotting when Joyce was kidding.

"But when I get one, you'll say yes, right?" he demanded nervously.

"Gotta protect my favorite portion of your anatomy," she agreed, pulling him down over her body for a kiss.

His mouth devoured hers eagerly, and he fully covered her body with his own, slipping easily between her spread thighs. "Think we can manage this on our own?" he teased, rubbing his erection erotically against her dripping slit.

"Don't see why the stupid mating drive thought we needed any help in the first place," she agreed, pulling him down for another kiss. Her legs slid around his waist, inviting him to come inside. They would have plenty of time – all their lives – for foreplay later. Right now, she just needed to feel him deep within her of his own free will...

A roll of his hips and a powerful surge, and he was inside. They each moaned, breaking away from their kiss. Slowly, eyes locked the entire time, they began to move together, rocking gently, drawing their lovemaking out.

"Love you," Buffy gasped, twining her fingers with his as they moved together in a rhythm as old as time.

"Love you," he agreed with a shuddering gasp, beginning to press deeper inside now, burying himself all the way to the hilt.

"D-Don't ever stop driving me crazy," she requested with a small smile, pulling him down to her and holding him tight as if she wanted to take all of him into her body.

"Never," he swore with a grin of his own. "Think we'll make another?" he asked curiously.

"Not yet," she whispered against his cheek. "Hafta wait a few more years."

He pouted. "'Few years'? That's kinda vague..."

"Yeah," she agreed apologetically, "but I still love you..."

"Then, 'll just hafta make love to you Every. Night," he empathized the two words with his deepest thrusts yet, "to make sure..."

And "Yes!" was the only response Buffy could give.

Whee! That was fun to write. Much thanks to Luna who was the only person to yell at me to write this one. *hugs and kisses and naked Spikes to Luna* And, wow, thanks to the two people that actually claim to have found some plot in all this. The only conclusion I can draw is that, by pure coincidence, the language in this story just happens to be Swahili for a story with a real plot, and those two reviewers were reading it in Swahili. Wow, what're the odds? ~_^ So, yeah, hope you enjoyed the smutty fluff, and I'm off to write more randomness! (And, oh, see that review button below? Wink, wink. ~_^)