Q & A #37
"Daddy, why is Mommy crying?" Meredith peeked around her parent's bedroom door. Her father had just woken from his afternoon sleep. Her mother was sitting on the edge of the bed, as Spike rubbed her back.
"That's a good question, pet." He picked a pair of leather pants off the bed. "Mommy wanted to wear these."
"I like those pants," Meredith said. "They're shiny."
"Mommy likes them too. But right now," Spike continued, as Buffy started with a fresh sniffle, "they don't fit Mommy."
Buffy ''harrumphed" and threw the pants in the corner. "Don't tease me." She stood up and ran her hands over her belly. "I'm fat."
"Meredith," Spike asked in a serious voice, "Is Mommy fat?"
"No, silly," his daughter answered. "Mommy is beautiful."
"I think so, too." He pulled Buffy down beside him on the bed, and ran his fingers through her hair. "Very beautiful."
"Really?" Buffy sniffed back her tears. "I don't feel beautiful."
"Oh, really. The most beautiful mommy in the world. Isn't she, pet?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"There you have it." He pulled his girls close. "Mommy is twice as beautiful now, because she's a twice mommy." He took Buffy's hand in his, twining his fingers through hers. "And I think it's time I married her. If she'll have me."
Buffy erupted in fresh tears. Meredith looked confused. "Mommy's crying again."
"Happy tears." Buffy wiped her eyes.
"You haven't answered me, love," Spike said.
"Say yes, Mommy," Meredith insisted, starting to bounce up and down on the bed.
"Well," Buffy smiled, "you would make the prettiest flower girl ever." She squeezed Spike's hand. "And I love your Daddy so very, very much. There's just one thing."
"What's that?" Spike asked. Maybe he had made a mistake. Maybe he should have waited for a private time. Maybe he should never have asked.
"I wish I wasn't so darn fat."
"Daddy, why is Mommy crying?" Meredith peeked around her parent's bedroom door. Her father had just woken from his afternoon sleep. Her mother was sitting on the edge of the bed, as Spike rubbed her back.
"That's a good question, pet." He picked a pair of leather pants off the bed. "Mommy wanted to wear these."
"I like those pants," Meredith said. "They're shiny."
"Mommy likes them too. But right now," Spike continued, as Buffy started with a fresh sniffle, "they don't fit Mommy."
Buffy ''harrumphed" and threw the pants in the corner. "Don't tease me." She stood up and ran her hands over her belly. "I'm fat."
"Meredith," Spike asked in a serious voice, "Is Mommy fat?"
"No, silly," his daughter answered. "Mommy is beautiful."
"I think so, too." He pulled Buffy down beside him on the bed, and ran his fingers through her hair. "Very beautiful."
"Really?" Buffy sniffed back her tears. "I don't feel beautiful."
"Oh, really. The most beautiful mommy in the world. Isn't she, pet?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"There you have it." He pulled his girls close. "Mommy is twice as beautiful now, because she's a twice mommy." He took Buffy's hand in his, twining his fingers through hers. "And I think it's time I married her. If she'll have me."
Buffy erupted in fresh tears. Meredith looked confused. "Mommy's crying again."
"Happy tears." Buffy wiped her eyes.
"You haven't answered me, love," Spike said.
"Say yes, Mommy," Meredith insisted, starting to bounce up and down on the bed.
"Well," Buffy smiled, "you would make the prettiest flower girl ever." She squeezed Spike's hand. "And I love your Daddy so very, very much. There's just one thing."
"What's that?" Spike asked. Maybe he had made a mistake. Maybe he should have waited for a private time. Maybe he should never have asked.
"I wish I wasn't so darn fat."