[voicemail left for Annie--furious Baileigh is furious]
Those vampires that attacked Claire knew what she could do, before they even saw her heal. Do I even need to tell you the ways that this is bad? I hope not. So everything you know? You better be fucking telling me, post-fucking-haste RIGHT THE FUCK NOW. I've had enough of this 'protect the poor pregnant woman from the bad bad stuff' BS.
[voicemail left for Spike]
Look, I know this is supposed to be happy fun vacation times for you and Amelia? But there's a situation. I'm worried about Claire and I'm--it's our sort of stuff, and I can't DO anything, Spike. I'd feel much, much better if you could be here like...immediately? I asked Adam, and he said as long as there's no gambling with the kittens of course you guys are welcome. I told him the kitten thing was way in the past, and do me a favor and don't make a liar out of me about that, okay?
I just really need you around right now. Before I stress myself into an early labor.
That was a joke. Mostly.