Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns B.t.V.S. My friends and I are planning to kidnap Spike.
"Spike, I thought you said we're forever," pouted Drusilla.
"Dru, that was a hundred years ago."
"Miss Edith and I heard a birdy sing about our love."
"The bird was probably was dead," thought Spike.
"Shut up Drusilla," yelled Buffy, "Angel you're the one that left."
"So I shouldn't propose to you?"
"No, you shouldn't."
"Buffy, what do you see in Spike that you see in me?"
"Someone that won't go to L.A. and three years later will tell me that he has a son with a vampire we killed five years ago, that's what I see in him."
"But you fell for him."
"So what Angel? He loves me."
"He can't love you."
"Why not?"
"He doesn't have a soul."
"You do, but made your point before you left. You find true happiness and poof you're Mr. Killing Machine."
"Buffy, I didn't lose my soul this time."
"You probably weren't happy."
"The happiness clause is gone."
"Angel, I'm married."
"I love you Buffy."
"You're not my boyfriend anymore."
"So?"
"So you're not my marrying me."
"Buffy, just hear me out."
"Angel, leave before sunrise."
"Too late."
"Crap," said Buffy when Connor started crying.
"Stop crying little S. D. B.," said Dawn.
"What does that mean?"
"Special Demon Baby."
"Lil Bit, that's no nickname for a baby."
"Spike you'll come home with me, right."
"I smell a scandal coming on," said Cordelia.
"Cordy, not now."
"Sorry Angel."
That night Angel started packing the car.
"Giving up Peaches."
"No, I've decided that Buffy's right."
"So you're single again?"
"No."
"Then who are you going to be with now?"
"Someone that came with me."
"Bloody hell, you're proposing to Cordelia."
"Yeah she's right for me."
A/N: Please R + R.