Epilogue
One year later
A faint beeping roused Spike from his slumber. Some machine in the hallway was going off, and the nurses quickly turned it off.
Growling, Spike adjusted his position on the chair. It wasn't a very comfortable chair, and no doubt his neck and back would be killing him for a week.
On the verge of returning to sleep, Spike heard a cooing. It was followed by a small yawn. Grinning, he stood up, tiptoed across the private room, and approached the small bassinet.
"Hey there, dear," he whispered, carefully reaching in and picking up his daughter, Dylan. Opening her small, pink mouth, she yawned.
Chuckling to himself, he went back to his seat, cradling Dylan. Her eyes began to droop as he started to stroke her sandy-blonde head.
Dylan had been a complete surprise. There was no intention for a pregnancy. Also, they though it impossible that a man, who became a vampire, remained one for nearly 130 years then was brought back to life, could father a child. But fate shone through, and gave them their beautiful daughter. Like him, Buffy was overjoyed.
Buffy now slept in her hospital bed, worn out from twenty hours of labor. After Dylan's birth, the entire family came in to visit even though it was four in the morning. Tears and hugs followed, then the group left the new parents and child to sleep.
Looking at his love, Spike sighed. He wasn't sure what was going to happen after this. Sure, he had a job at Xander's construction firm, and Buffy now worked at the Magic Box. They lived in a comfortable house near the Harris'. But the rest was uncertain. He was still getting used to the whole "being human" aspect. There were so many customs in the world that he had forgotten, or the ones he remembered were now outdated. Also, he and Buffy had not disgusted marriage, even though they became engaged on Valentine's Day. It was just too confusing.
But, as the former vampire held his brand new daughter, it all faded away. He had two girls who loved him. His family might be the key to keep him from panicking.
"Don't worry pet," he cooed, kissing the soft skin on Dylan's forehead, "I think everything will be ok."
One year later
A faint beeping roused Spike from his slumber. Some machine in the hallway was going off, and the nurses quickly turned it off.
Growling, Spike adjusted his position on the chair. It wasn't a very comfortable chair, and no doubt his neck and back would be killing him for a week.
On the verge of returning to sleep, Spike heard a cooing. It was followed by a small yawn. Grinning, he stood up, tiptoed across the private room, and approached the small bassinet.
"Hey there, dear," he whispered, carefully reaching in and picking up his daughter, Dylan. Opening her small, pink mouth, she yawned.
Chuckling to himself, he went back to his seat, cradling Dylan. Her eyes began to droop as he started to stroke her sandy-blonde head.
Dylan had been a complete surprise. There was no intention for a pregnancy. Also, they though it impossible that a man, who became a vampire, remained one for nearly 130 years then was brought back to life, could father a child. But fate shone through, and gave them their beautiful daughter. Like him, Buffy was overjoyed.
Buffy now slept in her hospital bed, worn out from twenty hours of labor. After Dylan's birth, the entire family came in to visit even though it was four in the morning. Tears and hugs followed, then the group left the new parents and child to sleep.
Looking at his love, Spike sighed. He wasn't sure what was going to happen after this. Sure, he had a job at Xander's construction firm, and Buffy now worked at the Magic Box. They lived in a comfortable house near the Harris'. But the rest was uncertain. He was still getting used to the whole "being human" aspect. There were so many customs in the world that he had forgotten, or the ones he remembered were now outdated. Also, he and Buffy had not disgusted marriage, even though they became engaged on Valentine's Day. It was just too confusing.
But, as the former vampire held his brand new daughter, it all faded away. He had two girls who loved him. His family might be the key to keep him from panicking.
"Don't worry pet," he cooed, kissing the soft skin on Dylan's forehead, "I think everything will be ok."