Spike stared at the Watcher. Replaying what he had said over and over in his head, "Drusilla is in Los Angeles with Darla." He was so happy, he could almost kiss the Watcher...almost, Watchers weren't his type.

"To answer your question. Yes, Darla was, ahem, resurrected by a group of lawyers, Wolfram & Hart--" Giles started.

"See! I told you, lawyers were evil! They're unpatriotic," Anya interrupted.

"Might I continue?" Giles replied.

"Oh, sure...you're British, you don't know the meaning of patriotism," Anya stated.

Giles could feel a migraine coming on and removed his glasses, rubbing his temples. "Angel called..." he looked at Anya to make sure he wasn't going to be interrupted. "He needs help with defeating them. He called us to see if we could spare anyone."

"I'll go!" Spike volunteered, a chipper tone in his voice. Willow stared at Spike, her heart sinking to her stomach. He never looked happier. Not that she blamed him, Drusilla was his sire and they had a whole century together. But she still remembered that kiss that she and Spike had shared in her bed earlier.

Buffy looked at Willow and noted the sad, faraway look in her eyes. She was in love with Spike and now Drusilla's reappearance was going to destroy their possible romance. "Hey! I have an idea, you could make it a family outing," Buffy replied. "You, Spike and baby makes three."

"What!" Spike demanded. "Are you off your bloody rocker? The baby could get hurt!"

"I can take care of Lili," Willow replied. "And I could help out, I mean, I am knowledge-girl."

Giles nodded. "Very well, Spike, Willow and Lili will go to Los Angeles to help Angel," he replied.

Willow gave Buffy a shy "thank you" smile before grinning at the baby she held. "You hear that, princess, we're going to L.A. to meet Uncle Angel...or would he be Grandpa Angel?" she said to Lili, the baby cooed.

"I'm gonna miss you, baby," Buffy said to Lili. "Be good for Mama, for Auntie Buffy's sake."

Willow grinned and waved Lili's arm in a goodbye gesture. "Say bye-bye to Auntie Buffy, Uncie Xander, Auntie Anya and Uncie Giles," she said.

"Buh-bye," Lili gurgled.

"Oh, Goddess! Did you hear that? She said her very first words!" Willow gushed. "And she's only two months old!"

Spike whisked Lili from Willow's arms and smirked at her. "Oh, of course, you say 'bye-bye' and not something intelligent like 'pillock' or 'bloody hell,'" he teased.

"Don't encourage her, Spike," Willow stated.

"Buddy 'ell," Lili replied.

Spike grinned. "That's my girl." Willow, Buffy and Xander rolled their eyes.

Willow and Spike walked Lili home in a comfortable silence until they got back home and realized that her parents were still there. "Mom, Dad, why are you here?" she asked.

"We figured we could be supportive grandparents," Sheila said, beaming.

"Um, where will I sleep?" Spike whined, he had been sleeping in the master bedroom while Lili slept in the guest room.

"In Willow's room. On the floor," Ira replied. "Fully clothed." Willow giggled at the look on Spike's face.

"Oh, fine," he muttered.

"Be nice," Willow teased. "Lili's exhausted so I'll just put her to bed." She smiled flirtily at Spike. "Oh, Spikey?"

"Yes, Willow?" Spike answered.

"Don't keep me waiting too long," Willow said sexily.

"Oh, no, no. No! Your father and I just remembered an...important meeting in Beijing!" Sheila replied. "Come along now, Ira, don't want to miss our flight." Sheila dragged Ira out of the house and Willow grinned.

"Oh, can I at least spend the night in your room tonight, Red? If I don't, I have nightmares," Spike said.

"Vampires have nightmares?" Willow asked. "I would not like to see a vampire's nightmare."

"Oh, meadows, flowers, sunshine, fluffy bunnies and rainbows, some scary stuff," he said with mock fear, shuddering.

"I'd hate for you to go through something like that," she teased back. "Sure, if you sleep in your underwear or some pajamas."

"I don't have pajamas and I go commando," he stated.

"Commando?" she asked, then blushed as she got it. "Oh...commando..." she stammered. "My dad has a boxer shorts collection. I'm sure some'll fit. I'll put Lili to bed."

"Sure," Spike smirked. Willow nodded and went upstairs, carefully putting the sleeping baby into her crib.

After putting Lili into her crib, Willow padded into her room and changed into a pair of shorts and a top. She sat on her bed, brushing her hair out when Spike entered the room. Willow bit her lip to keep from laughing, Spike wore a black t-shirt with a pair of black boxers with the Ghostbusters emblem on them. "Ghostbusters?" she struggled out.

He shrugged. "Why not?" he said then he looked curiously at her. "They didn't have 'Kiss me, I'm British.'"

"Okay," Willow murmured. She lay down on the bed, Spike turned the lights out and she felt the bed shift under his weight. Willow turned to whisper goodnight to him, her eyes looking him over in the pale moonlight then she burst into giggles. "Um, Spike, your boxers are glowing."

"Would you rather me take them off, luv?" he replied.

A quick flash of Spike earlier that day, lying in her bed, naked made her body suddenly get very warm. "No, no...that's perfectly all right," she choked out.

Willow rolled back onto her side and smiled to herself when she felt Spike's body spooning to hers. I love the way he feels, she thought as she drifted off to sleep.

Spike and Willow woke to find her bed bouncing. "Spike, stop jumping on the bed," Willow whined half-awake.

"Um, Red, I'm not jumping on the bed," Spike replied. Willow sat up.

"If you're not jumping on the bed, then who is?" she shot back as Spike sat up.

"I is," a little voice replied as the source jumped between them: a cute toddler with shoulder-length dark curls and ice-blue eyes wearing an oversized red t-shirt that had been Spike's. "'Bout time you wokeded up. I was beginnings to think you was dead."

Spike stared at the little girl, shock evident on his face. "Who are you?" Willow asked.

"You smell like her," he whispered.

"Don't tell me I's smelly! I don't want no baf!" the girl whined. "I only wants a baf when I's gots boy germs on me. Boys is icky 'cept for Daddy, Uncie Giles and Uncie Xander."

"Lilith?" Willow whispered.

"Yeppers, Mummy!" the girl said cheerfully, throwing her arms around Willow. Willow hugged her back.

"You're only two months old and now you're, uh, four years old...how?" Willow whispered.

"Why are you wearing my shirt?" Spike inquired.

"'Cause my cloves wouldna fit me no more."

"I'd imagine not," Spike spoke up. "I guess vampire babies grow up sooner?"

"I think so," Willow whispered. "I guess we have to buy her new clothes. Things are getting very weird here."