Title: Is This The End? (I Don't Think So!)
Author: Dreamer
E-mail: DreamerV966@aol.com or realvamp966@yahoo.com
Rating: PG.
Discalaimer. I own nothing, Joss owns all. Don't sue. I have nothing of value, besides my ideas, and they are only of value to me.
Dedications: To Charibob, who is so good about updating her site, told me how to get the platipi to stop dancing for short periods of time,and answering my e-mails, and to all my fans, who inspire me to write. Send MORE feedback!
Feedback: OK guys, heres what's up. My bratty little sis claims because I don't get much feedback, I must be a horrible fan fic writer. I told her that wasn't true. (Or is it?) Please, send me lots of feedback so that I can rub it in her little pre-teen face! Please!
Author's notes: Spike and Willow are in love, and in order to understand this fic, you have to read the prequels. Or else it will make no sense.

Spike looked around him. He was standing in front of his apartment building in the early dawn light. He was amazed at the sunlight, but he had matters to attend to upstairs. Spike had fought the bloody demon for six hours, until he finally managed to kill him. The Slayer was complaining about this and that the entire time, and was no help at all. Cor, was he tired. Spike trudged up the stairs and in the apartment. Willow was sitting on his sofa reading a book. Or more like pretending to read a book, he could tell by the way she was on her feet in seconds she had not been. Willow pulled Spike over to the bedroom and pushed him onto the bed. The curtains were open, the morning sun was shining through. Spike layed on his stomach, and felt Willow's hand start to rub his sore back. Spike moaned.

Willow leaned over and whispered in his ear, "I was so worried, I am so glad your home."

Spike felt a surge of joy at her calling the apartment home. Did this mean she would stay? "I'm glad to be home luv." Spike met Willow's eyes and leaned up to give her a gentle kiss. Willow leaned down to kiss Spike better. Their mouths closed around each other's in a lover's dance, and the kiss went from gentle to needing and hot. Spike pushed Willow to the bed and started to take off her shirt. Willow was already pulling at Spike's shirt, and the waist of his jeans. They quickly disrobed, and joined in the sweetest love making Spike ever experienced. It was followed by the best and hottest love making Spike ever experienced. As Willow climaxed, Spike collapsed on the bed next to her. The couple whispered "I love you, " and promptly fell asleep.
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ONE WEEK LATER...
Willow leaned over the toilet and threw up her breakfast. It had happened every morning for the past three days, and she wondered what was wrong with her. She had a doctor's appiontment that afternoon, hopefully he could give her something. Willow smiled to herself. So she could concentrate on more important things, like Spikeysmooches. Willow loved Spike, more then anything. She knew Spike felt the same. She had caught him sniffing her shampoo the other evening, and found him staring at her intensly while she was reading. And it was so cute how he got protective whenever she was around a guy who did anything as little as smile at her. And she found that when Spike was happy, he went into game face and, well, purred. Like a big cat. *Yes,* Willow thought to herself, * I need to get better so that I can go back to Spikeysmooches, and the rest of my life.*

Little did she know that her life would never be the same again.