Q & A #33
Meredith pushed her parents' door open. "Mommy? I put the game in the box. Are you coming soon, Mommy?"
"Come in, sweetheart." Buffy sat on the bed, Spike's arms wrapped around her. She reached out her hand and pulled her daughter up beside them.
Meredith looked at her father. "Daddy, are you crying?"
"Happy tears, pet." He ran his hand down the side of her face, holding her cheek in his palm. "You are such a beautiful little girl."
"Yes, you told me before," she stated, in a matter of fact tone. "Why are you crying?"
"We'll tell you later," Buffy said, cuddling her daughter. "It's a little soon right now."
"Is this about my brother?" the child asked.
"What makes you ask that?" Spike queried, surprise in his voice.
"I don't know." She looked from parent to parent. "Is it?"
Spike looked at Buffy, unsure what to say. She shrugged. "Meredith, if all goes well, would you be willing to share your room, in, say seven months?" he asked.
"Can I name him?" The little girl was bursting with smiles.
"We don't know it is a he, honey." Buffy kissed her little girl's forehead. "But I think we'll all name it. We have some time."
"Okay." Meredith lay her head on her mother's stomach. "Hi, baby. I'm your sister. I love you."
Both Buffy and Spike were smiling through their tears. "Look now," Spike said. "You've made your mommy cry."
Buffy nudged him. "Like you weren't."
"Just happy, is all. Thinkin' maybe I won't be outnumbered. Even up the odds."
"Fair enough." Buffy said. "Unless you have another daughter. Then we will totally rule you."
"You already do." He laced his fingers through hers. "And you know it."
"Mommy," Meredith asked, "What's a miracle?"
"You are, sweetheart." She kissed her forehead.
Spike smiled. "You both are."
"Okay, my love," Buffy said. "We all are."
Meredith pushed her parents' door open. "Mommy? I put the game in the box. Are you coming soon, Mommy?"
"Come in, sweetheart." Buffy sat on the bed, Spike's arms wrapped around her. She reached out her hand and pulled her daughter up beside them.
Meredith looked at her father. "Daddy, are you crying?"
"Happy tears, pet." He ran his hand down the side of her face, holding her cheek in his palm. "You are such a beautiful little girl."
"Yes, you told me before," she stated, in a matter of fact tone. "Why are you crying?"
"We'll tell you later," Buffy said, cuddling her daughter. "It's a little soon right now."
"Is this about my brother?" the child asked.
"What makes you ask that?" Spike queried, surprise in his voice.
"I don't know." She looked from parent to parent. "Is it?"
Spike looked at Buffy, unsure what to say. She shrugged. "Meredith, if all goes well, would you be willing to share your room, in, say seven months?" he asked.
"Can I name him?" The little girl was bursting with smiles.
"We don't know it is a he, honey." Buffy kissed her little girl's forehead. "But I think we'll all name it. We have some time."
"Okay." Meredith lay her head on her mother's stomach. "Hi, baby. I'm your sister. I love you."
Both Buffy and Spike were smiling through their tears. "Look now," Spike said. "You've made your mommy cry."
Buffy nudged him. "Like you weren't."
"Just happy, is all. Thinkin' maybe I won't be outnumbered. Even up the odds."
"Fair enough." Buffy said. "Unless you have another daughter. Then we will totally rule you."
"You already do." He laced his fingers through hers. "And you know it."
"Mommy," Meredith asked, "What's a miracle?"
"You are, sweetheart." She kissed her forehead.
Spike smiled. "You both are."
"Okay, my love," Buffy said. "We all are."