Disclaimer: Characters depicted in this work of fiction do not belong to me. No profit is being made.
It was entirely plausible that Buffy would never find out. She could just pretend that she got fat for nine months and then…
She hadn’t actually gotten to thinking about the then part.
Meeting her own eyes in the mirror Dawn’s hand instinctively went to her belly, in that entirely female gesture announcing impending motherhood.
She swore that when she found that particular Winchester again she would make him walk funny for a couple of years.
Or better yet set fire to his precious car the back seat of which was in equal parts responsible for her current predicament.