Q&A #2
by Colleen Hillerup
"Wake up, daddy!" The little girl climbed onto her father's chest and yelled into his face.
Spike opened one bleary eye. "Hello, cutie. Let daddy sleep. Please." He looked at the alarm clock on his nightstand. "Meredith, it's only noon. How many times do mommy and daddy have to tell you?"
"Don't wake daddy up when sun's up." She jumped up and down. "Come play with me, daddy."
"Where's mommy?"
"Doing laundry in the basement. I was helping."
"And why aren't you helping now?" He tried to pull the blankets over his head, but little hands pulled them back.
"I want to play." She threw her arms around him. "I want to play with daddy."
"Oh, bloody hell, Meredith ..."
"Bloody hell," she called out in a sing song voice. "Bloody hell, bloody hell, bloody hell ..."
Spike gently placed his hand over his daughter's mouth. "Shh, pet. Mommy will hear. Mommy wouldn't be very happy with daddy."
"I've got some blood." She climbed onto the floor and picked up her sippy cup. "It's yummy."
"Meredith, love, where did you get that? Show daddy." He took the cup from her hand, opened the lid, and sniffed at the red liquid. "Ah," he sighed. "Cherry koolaid." He handed her drink back. "Who told you this was blood, pet?"
"Auntie Dawn. I said I wanted blood like daddy, and she gave me some."
"Oh, joy. Where's Auntie Dawn now?"
"At the mall. Will she buy me a present, daddy?"
"Dunno." He lay back down. "Go drink your, um, blood, pet, and let daddy sleep."
"You a vampire, daddy?" She lay on the bed beside him. "What's a vampire?"
That caught him off guard. They had managed to keep her pretty well protected, up to this point. "Who told you about vampires, love?" he asked, sitting up beside her.
"Auntie Dawn says the Count is a vampire. Can you count, daddy?" She demonstrated. "Vun, two, three ... uh, uh, uh."
He sunk back down. "Tell Auntie Dawn to keep her opinions to herself. Daddy is not a muppet." He groaned. "Please go help mommy, pet. Let daddy sleep."
She heard her mother calling from the hallway. "Meredith. Where are you? You better not be waking up your father."
"Bye bye." She picked up her cup and climbed off the bed. "Love you daddy." She ran out the door.
"Love you too, pet," he sighed, falling back into unconciousness.
by Colleen Hillerup
"Wake up, daddy!" The little girl climbed onto her father's chest and yelled into his face.
Spike opened one bleary eye. "Hello, cutie. Let daddy sleep. Please." He looked at the alarm clock on his nightstand. "Meredith, it's only noon. How many times do mommy and daddy have to tell you?"
"Don't wake daddy up when sun's up." She jumped up and down. "Come play with me, daddy."
"Where's mommy?"
"Doing laundry in the basement. I was helping."
"And why aren't you helping now?" He tried to pull the blankets over his head, but little hands pulled them back.
"I want to play." She threw her arms around him. "I want to play with daddy."
"Oh, bloody hell, Meredith ..."
"Bloody hell," she called out in a sing song voice. "Bloody hell, bloody hell, bloody hell ..."
Spike gently placed his hand over his daughter's mouth. "Shh, pet. Mommy will hear. Mommy wouldn't be very happy with daddy."
"I've got some blood." She climbed onto the floor and picked up her sippy cup. "It's yummy."
"Meredith, love, where did you get that? Show daddy." He took the cup from her hand, opened the lid, and sniffed at the red liquid. "Ah," he sighed. "Cherry koolaid." He handed her drink back. "Who told you this was blood, pet?"
"Auntie Dawn. I said I wanted blood like daddy, and she gave me some."
"Oh, joy. Where's Auntie Dawn now?"
"At the mall. Will she buy me a present, daddy?"
"Dunno." He lay back down. "Go drink your, um, blood, pet, and let daddy sleep."
"You a vampire, daddy?" She lay on the bed beside him. "What's a vampire?"
That caught him off guard. They had managed to keep her pretty well protected, up to this point. "Who told you about vampires, love?" he asked, sitting up beside her.
"Auntie Dawn says the Count is a vampire. Can you count, daddy?" She demonstrated. "Vun, two, three ... uh, uh, uh."
He sunk back down. "Tell Auntie Dawn to keep her opinions to herself. Daddy is not a muppet." He groaned. "Please go help mommy, pet. Let daddy sleep."
She heard her mother calling from the hallway. "Meredith. Where are you? You better not be waking up your father."
"Bye bye." She picked up her cup and climbed off the bed. "Love you daddy." She ran out the door.
"Love you too, pet," he sighed, falling back into unconciousness.