Spike walked into the Summers' house with Emily asleep in his arms. The lights were dimmed and Anya was in the living room counting money. What else is new, right? She jumed when the door shut but was then relieved at the sight of Spike and Emily safe at home.
"What the hell happened?" Anya shouted as she got up and started spacing around the room.
Spike sighed. "Is Buffy home?"
"She's still patrolling with Giles. You know, she wouldn't be too happy if she found out you were fighting the forces of evil with Emily."
"What?" Spike was confused. How did she know that?
"Blood. You're bleeding on your arm." Anya said, sitting back down on the couch. "I won't tell anyone but I will tell you that you need to be more careful."
"Anya, we went for ice cream. I was blind-sided by two vamps." Spike explained. "I'm going to put her in bed. You go home to your husband."
Anya smiled politely, grabbed her money, and left quietly. Spike carefully went upstairs and put Emily in her bed. He brought the covers over her and tucked her in. He kissed her forehead and closed his eyes as he wanted this happiness to last forever. As he was getting up, Buffy walked behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist. He smiled and turned around.
"You know what she told me today, Buffy?" Spike whispered. "She told me she wanted to be like me."
"And that scares you." Buffy understood.
"Of course it does, Buffy. It scares the hell out of me. I don't think she understands what I am. What I've done to innocent people—to you." Spike looked into Buffy's eyes as she held her hand to his cheek.
"That isnt you anymore Spike. You've changed and you are a great father to her. You have to believe that." She encouraged. "She loves you for who you are. She looks up to you and she understands very well what you are. You are her hero, Spike."
Spike smiled and turned to look at their child. He turned back and ran his hands through Buffy's hair, then pressing his lips to hers. "And you are mine." He whispered.