p style="text-align: left;"span style="text-decoration: underline;"(Buffy)/span/p
p style="text-align: left;"I feel nervous, and scared. I already know exactly how Spike is going to react. I just hope I can convince him that I'm telling the truth. I mean, I was just as surprised as he's going to be./p
p style="text-align: left;""Spike?" I ask./p
p style="text-align: left;""Yes, love?" he responds./p
p style="text-align: left;"I breath in deeply, "Promise me not to immediately flip out? To let me explain?" I ask, as we reach the doorstep./p
p style="text-align: left;""Of course, love," he looks confused./p
p style="text-align: left;"I bite my lip and give him a small smile, before opening the door./p
p style="text-align: left;""BUFFY! Thank God you're here, Will has been freaking out the past two ho- SPIKE?!" Dawn stops short upon seeing him, her eyes wide./p
p style="text-align: left;""In the undead flesh," he says./p
p style="text-align: left;""Does he know?" she whisper-asks./p
p style="text-align: left;"He looks confused but I shake my head, "Not yet."/p
p style="text-align: left;""Good luck," she whispers, making him look even more confused./p
p style="text-align: left;"I sigh, "I know."/p
p style="text-align: left;""C'mon Spike," I take his hand and walk into Will's nursery./p
p style="text-align: left;"Spike looks between the bed with the swaddled little boy back to me, several times, before looking back at me and finally asking, seemingly angry, but keeping his voice calm and controlled, "Who's is he?" he asks./p
p style="text-align: left;""Mine," I whisper./p
p style="text-align: left;""Yours, AND who's? Takes two people, Buffy," he says shortly./p
p style="text-align: left;""Yours."/p
p style="text-align: left;""Kinda dead, don't lie to me."/p
p style="text-align: left;""I'm not lying Spike. You've been gone a full year, right? You remember our emlast /emnight together, right? He's three months old."/p
p style="text-align: left;"He doesn't say anything to that, just walks closer to the crib. He looks in at the blue blanket, Will makes a little happy screech. Spike takes a sniff at the air, and Will starts giggling like it's the funniest thing he's seen today./p
p style="text-align: left;"I lean against the doorway and watch Spike, he slowly reaches into the crib and picks the boy up. Will gives him a big toothless grin./p
p style="text-align: left;""Buffy, I believe you," Spike whispers, "but, love, how?"/p
p style="text-align: left;"I sigh, "I don't know Spike, I really don't. Everyone's been researching it... I would have told you sooner, if I'd known you were alive," I say quietly./p
p style="text-align: left;""I believe that love, I do, I'm just, god, I can't even express to you how happy this makes me," he smiles down at the boy in his arms./p
p style="text-align: left;""I've never seen him act so happy to see a complete stranger to him," I say truthfully./p
p style="text-align: left;"Spike smiles at that, "I've always," his voice cracks, "I've always wanted to be a father, but when I learned I couldn't upon becoming a vampire, I had given up on that dream," he sighs, "But now," he smiles again, "I just can't believe this, I am one, if you want me around, if you'll let me be one," he sounds broken again./p
p style="text-align: left;""Spike," I move closer, "I love you. I want you to be here for us, I want you to be with your son," I say./p
p style="text-align: left;"He grins, and Will makes a happy little screech./p
p style="text-align: left;""What's his name?" Spike asks softly./p
p style="text-align: left;""William, but we call him Will. William Rupert Pratt," I say quietly./p
p style="text-align: left;"He looks shocked, "P-Pratt?" he stutters./p
p style="text-align: left;""I uh, I did some research... Read all of Giles' books about the Scourge of Europe until I found your real name," I say quietly./p
p style="text-align: left;""I love you so much Buffy, and you, Will," he tickles the small boy./p
p style="text-align: left;"Dawn pokes her head in, "I didn't hear anything crash, I take it it went well?" she asks./p
p style="text-align: left;"I laugh, "Yeah, Dawnie," I say./p
p style="text-align: left;""Good," She says, and enters the nursery with us./p
p style="text-align: left;""Niblet," Spike says respectfully, how he always does./p
p style="text-align: left;""Hey Spike," she says./p
p style="text-align: left;""When's his birthday," Spike asks suddenly looking at me./p
p style="text-align: left;"I chuckle softly, "Well, three days from now makes three months exactly... It's April twenty-third," I answer./p
p style="text-align: left;"I feel nervous, and scared. I already know exactly how Spike is going to react. I just hope I can convince him that I'm telling the truth. I mean, I was just as surprised as he's going to be./p
p style="text-align: left;""Spike?" I ask./p
p style="text-align: left;""Yes, love?" he responds./p
p style="text-align: left;"I breath in deeply, "Promise me not to immediately flip out? To let me explain?" I ask, as we reach the doorstep./p
p style="text-align: left;""Of course, love," he looks confused./p
p style="text-align: left;"I bite my lip and give him a small smile, before opening the door./p
p style="text-align: left;""BUFFY! Thank God you're here, Will has been freaking out the past two ho- SPIKE?!" Dawn stops short upon seeing him, her eyes wide./p
p style="text-align: left;""In the undead flesh," he says./p
p style="text-align: left;""Does he know?" she whisper-asks./p
p style="text-align: left;"He looks confused but I shake my head, "Not yet."/p
p style="text-align: left;""Good luck," she whispers, making him look even more confused./p
p style="text-align: left;"I sigh, "I know."/p
p style="text-align: left;""C'mon Spike," I take his hand and walk into Will's nursery./p
p style="text-align: left;"Spike looks between the bed with the swaddled little boy back to me, several times, before looking back at me and finally asking, seemingly angry, but keeping his voice calm and controlled, "Who's is he?" he asks./p
p style="text-align: left;""Mine," I whisper./p
p style="text-align: left;""Yours, AND who's? Takes two people, Buffy," he says shortly./p
p style="text-align: left;""Yours."/p
p style="text-align: left;""Kinda dead, don't lie to me."/p
p style="text-align: left;""I'm not lying Spike. You've been gone a full year, right? You remember our emlast /emnight together, right? He's three months old."/p
p style="text-align: left;"He doesn't say anything to that, just walks closer to the crib. He looks in at the blue blanket, Will makes a little happy screech. Spike takes a sniff at the air, and Will starts giggling like it's the funniest thing he's seen today./p
p style="text-align: left;"I lean against the doorway and watch Spike, he slowly reaches into the crib and picks the boy up. Will gives him a big toothless grin./p
p style="text-align: left;""Buffy, I believe you," Spike whispers, "but, love, how?"/p
p style="text-align: left;"I sigh, "I don't know Spike, I really don't. Everyone's been researching it... I would have told you sooner, if I'd known you were alive," I say quietly./p
p style="text-align: left;""I believe that love, I do, I'm just, god, I can't even express to you how happy this makes me," he smiles down at the boy in his arms./p
p style="text-align: left;""I've never seen him act so happy to see a complete stranger to him," I say truthfully./p
p style="text-align: left;"Spike smiles at that, "I've always," his voice cracks, "I've always wanted to be a father, but when I learned I couldn't upon becoming a vampire, I had given up on that dream," he sighs, "But now," he smiles again, "I just can't believe this, I am one, if you want me around, if you'll let me be one," he sounds broken again./p
p style="text-align: left;""Spike," I move closer, "I love you. I want you to be here for us, I want you to be with your son," I say./p
p style="text-align: left;"He grins, and Will makes a happy little screech./p
p style="text-align: left;""What's his name?" Spike asks softly./p
p style="text-align: left;""William, but we call him Will. William Rupert Pratt," I say quietly./p
p style="text-align: left;"He looks shocked, "P-Pratt?" he stutters./p
p style="text-align: left;""I uh, I did some research... Read all of Giles' books about the Scourge of Europe until I found your real name," I say quietly./p
p style="text-align: left;""I love you so much Buffy, and you, Will," he tickles the small boy./p
p style="text-align: left;"Dawn pokes her head in, "I didn't hear anything crash, I take it it went well?" she asks./p
p style="text-align: left;"I laugh, "Yeah, Dawnie," I say./p
p style="text-align: left;""Good," She says, and enters the nursery with us./p
p style="text-align: left;""Niblet," Spike says respectfully, how he always does./p
p style="text-align: left;""Hey Spike," she says./p
p style="text-align: left;""When's his birthday," Spike asks suddenly looking at me./p
p style="text-align: left;"I chuckle softly, "Well, three days from now makes three months exactly... It's April twenty-third," I answer./p
