Q & A #20
Spike took her foot in his hand. "You have the most beautiful toes."
"I have the most sore toes. Rub my foot? Pretty please?" Buffy smiled as he knelt at the end of the bed, working out the knots with his strong and nimble fingers. "Oh, that feels so good."
"You think that's good, pet," he kissed the arch gently, "wait until I work my way up a little higher."
Her eyes opened as he sucked on her ankle. "I thought we'd never get the baby to sleep. This time alone is so ..."
"Mommy." Meredith stood in the bedroom doorway, rubbing her eyes. "I can't sleep. There's monsters under my bed."
"Oh, poor baby. Come to daddy." Spike held out his arms and his daughter jumped onto the bed and into them. "Is my girl frightened of a few monsters?" She cuddled close to his chest, her thumb firmly planted in her mouth, and nodded.
"Meredith, honey," Buffy explained, "there are no ..." She pulled herself up, reluctantly, pulling her robe over her nightgown. "I'd better go check."
"Right. Shout out if you need me." Spike watched his wife head out the door. "Was it a very big monster, love?"
She nodded her head again. Removing her thumb, she added, "He was going to eat me."
"Was he now?" Spike cradled her tightly. "My baby is very sweet, but no monster will ever harm her. Her mommy and daddy look over her and protect her, so she need never be afraid."
Buffy trudged back into the room. "No monsters. Nothing I could find, anyway. You can go back to bed, honey."
Meredith's face crumpled with fear. "I'm afraid. I don't want to sleep in there. I want to sleep here."
Buffy and Spike shared a look of resignation. "I'll see you later," Spike said, taking his favourite pillow and heading towards his daughter's room.
"I love you, Mommy." Meredith cuddled against her frustrated mother, as they both fell back to sleep.
Spike took her foot in his hand. "You have the most beautiful toes."
"I have the most sore toes. Rub my foot? Pretty please?" Buffy smiled as he knelt at the end of the bed, working out the knots with his strong and nimble fingers. "Oh, that feels so good."
"You think that's good, pet," he kissed the arch gently, "wait until I work my way up a little higher."
Her eyes opened as he sucked on her ankle. "I thought we'd never get the baby to sleep. This time alone is so ..."
"Mommy." Meredith stood in the bedroom doorway, rubbing her eyes. "I can't sleep. There's monsters under my bed."
"Oh, poor baby. Come to daddy." Spike held out his arms and his daughter jumped onto the bed and into them. "Is my girl frightened of a few monsters?" She cuddled close to his chest, her thumb firmly planted in her mouth, and nodded.
"Meredith, honey," Buffy explained, "there are no ..." She pulled herself up, reluctantly, pulling her robe over her nightgown. "I'd better go check."
"Right. Shout out if you need me." Spike watched his wife head out the door. "Was it a very big monster, love?"
She nodded her head again. Removing her thumb, she added, "He was going to eat me."
"Was he now?" Spike cradled her tightly. "My baby is very sweet, but no monster will ever harm her. Her mommy and daddy look over her and protect her, so she need never be afraid."
Buffy trudged back into the room. "No monsters. Nothing I could find, anyway. You can go back to bed, honey."
Meredith's face crumpled with fear. "I'm afraid. I don't want to sleep in there. I want to sleep here."
Buffy and Spike shared a look of resignation. "I'll see you later," Spike said, taking his favourite pillow and heading towards his daughter's room.
"I love you, Mommy." Meredith cuddled against her frustrated mother, as they both fell back to sleep.