Author's Note: When my mom was pregnant she couldn't wash my dad's socks (smelly smelly feet) without needing to vomit. That lovely little anecdote has inspired this piece of sacharine fluff. Enjoy.
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Xander doesn't bitch about blood on the kitchen counter. Spike doesn't need to breathe when he washes Xander's socks. Xander cooks for two, then Spike does the dishes. They always leave each other enough hot water in the shower. It might not be the whirlwind romance of the century, but Spike's not looking for Romeo & Juliet and Xander appreciates the comfort. It's good, and there is love.
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Toldja.
