8 months later.

Spike grinned a bit when he saw the battered ship called Bebop ahead at the docking station. Who'd of thought it would land in his proverbial back yard? He had been out for his afternoon walk when the unmistakable shape of what he still considered his home had appeared. Letty was great for taking him in, but he could just barely tolerate her fussiness over him. She often jested that he was the little brother she never had. And he was treated like so.
After a few dayes of physical therapy, Spike had opted for the regen tank after all. Physical therapy, he remarked, was much too slow. So now he was fully healed, healthy, and bored out of his mind. He missed his high action lifestyle.
He also missed his "family" no matter how he tried to deny it. Rescources and assets were required to leave Mars, and Spike didn't have either. That was why he considered the Bebop's sudden appearance a gift from Divinity, whether that be a god or several gods.
He was currently preoccupied with the question of how they would react to seeing him. No doubt they thought he was dead. What if the others had left, leaving just Jet? Once that would have suited him fine, now he loathed the thought.
He was at the hatch of the Bebop now. His security code was still in the memory, so he had no trouble getting in. As he walked to the living quarters, he began to whistle. The urge was unexplainable. It had always been this way.
He was home.
He found the "living room" deserted. They or he must have gone out for supplies. Spike was disappointed. He had wanted to shock, er, surprise everyone.
Suddenly there came the sound of wailing from the vicinity of his room. He frowned and followed the noise. It sounded like a baby, but that couldn't be, could it?
Soon, he was standing in his old room, which seemed to have been transformed into a nursery of sorts. There was a bed, a rocker, an antique bassinet, and a small, frilly stroller.
Faye was lying on the bed, asleep. Spike realized he had never appreciated how beautiful she was. Her hair was the same, but her overall appearance had altered slightly. Her slim curves had rounded a bit, it seemed, and she had on a yellow jumper. He was confused at not seeing her in the yellow spandex, but even more confused at the possesiveness he felt. It was even greater than it had been for Julia.
He turned his attention to the loud screams emitting from the bassinet. He walked over and peared inside. A scrunched up pink face, and tiny flailing fists was what he saw. Not knowing what else to do, he reached in and awkwardly pulled the baby out and cradled it against his chest. Holding the tiny bundle, he felt huge and clumsy.
The cries immediately ceased, and the pink face relaxed. He surmised that the baby was probably Faye's, but whomelses he did not know. There had only been that one time, directly before he left...
The eyes opened, and Spike gasped, because now he had no doubts. Though the baby had fine violet hair, and the shape of the face and features were hinting at taking after Faye, the shape and color of the eyes were a mirror image of his own. The real one that is.
The eyes stared up at him curiously, and one tiny hand reached for his face. A soothing, pleasant smell surrounded him. He didn't recognize it now, but would soon come to know it as baby powder and formula. He didn't know what was happening, but the strange tugging below his breast bone gave him a choked feeling in his throat.
He was bonding and he didn't even know it. All he could think about was that this tiny baby was his. A possesive feeling filled him again, identical to the one of a few minutes ago. He couldn't believe that something this small and delicate could even exist, let alone come from him.
A sigh from behind him made Spike turn around. Faye's eyes opened, and she looked disoriented for a minute. Then she focused on him, and a choked cry escaped her lips. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she went limp.
Spike shook his head. Figured. "Just what I need, a fainted mother." The baby was still looking at him curiously. No doubt Faye would be hysterical when she... woke.
Commotion in the living area caused Spike to investigate. He did not want to put the baby down, so he took it along. He decided to watch the happenings from the entrance doorway until he was noticed.
Ein noticed him almost immediately, but just sat on his rear, staring. Ed bounced around the rooms babbling incoherently, like always, while Jet put away various foodstuffs.
"Jet-person, Edward is going to see Polly-baby." she wheeled and stopped dead in her tracks when she saw Spike.
"Jet-person"
"Fine, see if Faye's awake"
"Jet-person"
"I said fine"
"JET-PERSON!"
"What is it!?" he turned around and dropped a bag he was holding. It was comical, all four of them, still as stone. Jet was the first to speak.
"I see you found our Polly. I suppose you know she's yours, huh?" Spike nodded briefly. "Well then" he turned and resumed his unloading. Ed and Ein continued goofing. Everything was back as it should be, no questions asked. Just like that.
"JET!" a screech like a banshee cut through the air, and Jet sighed. "WHERE'S POLLY!"
Faye rushed out and stopped short at seeing Spike. "Oh, God. Tell me I'm dreaming, no, tell me I'm not" she said, tears welling in her big green eyes.
"You're not dreaming" Jet grumbled.
Faye saw the baby. She met his eyes again. "That's Polly. My baby." she looked at him squarely, "Your baby."
"I know" As quickly as that it was acknowledged. Everything that needed to be said was said in that brief conversation. Exept one thing: Faye Valentine was completely head over heels in love with Spike Spiegle.
And Spike Spiegle was falling fast for Faye Valentine.

Phew! That was my much awaited second chapter. Hope to get more reviews.