His stomach full at last, the baby had curled up into the crook of Spike's arm, drooling slightly onto his blue onesie. Spike was trying to make as many extra bottles as he could to stick into the refrigerator, but using only one hand was making the process kind of slow going.

He turned around when he heard Buffy's footsteps on the tile. She laughed at him. "Are you managing to get any of that stuff into the bottles?" He looked down at his T-shirt, which was a variety of shades from the formula. "Here let me take him." Buffy tried to scoop Scott from Spike's arms, but the baby cried as soon as he lost contact with the vampire. "It's alright. You're ok. I got you." He didn't stop. "You have very big lungs for something so tiny."

Spike reached out and ran his fingers over the baby's stomach. "Just give me a second kid. Buffy'll take good care of you, I swear." Scott stopped crying and started to coo a little. "There's a good boy."

"You're very good at this."

"My shirt would say otherwise."

"Not the bottles. The whole being like a Dad thing. I never really pictured you as very paternal."

"Thanks luv. I think. There were always little kids about when I was younger. My sister had quite a brood of her own."

"I didn't know that you had a sister."

"Three of them actually, two older and one younger." She stopped making eye contact with him; instead she tried to pretend she was reading the nutrition facts on the back of a box of cereal. "I didn't kill them."

"I never said that."

"Your eyes did." She blushed.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to imply that. Occupational hazard. Much like your shirt." She started to giggle again, as he carried the now full bottles to the refrigerator.

"If you have such a problem with it," He lifted the hem to reveal his abs and chest to her. "It goes." He flicked the shirt over the back rung of a chair. "Is that better pet?"

"Please put that back on. There are children in the house." She didn't avert her gaze though, and continued to stare at his nude skin, her breath coming a little quicker than before.

"Alright, but only for the children." He picked the shirt up from off of the chair. Smirking, he said, "I know you wouldn't be asking otherwise." She didn't disagree with him, and he took that as a good sign. "You don't mind do you? Us being here? I was thinking that maybe I should have just taken them to a hotel."

"I'm glad that you came."

"Really?" He had raised his eyebrow a little as he spoke, and she tried to ignore that it made her heart flutter just as badly as when he had removed his shirt.

"Really. A hotel is no place for lost little kids."

"Oh." He turned away from her, and began to wipe at the counter tops with a sponge.

"And I like having you here. Learning knew things about you. It's, it's good."

"What else would you like to know?"

"Well, since you ask."