Spike stared down at the silver skull ring adorning his little finger.
Through the haze of Willow's spell, he'd been telling the truth when he'd said Buffy would've made him the happiest man in the world by marrying him.
He placed the ring into a small box, crept to her front door and knocked.
Buffy opened the door and found no one there. She noticed a box on the mat and picked it up, reading the tag with a smile.
Spike smiled as she slipped the ring back onto her finger.
"Merry Christmas, Spike." Buffy whispered.
"Merry Christmas, love."