Chapter Two
[b]Dear Lil Bit,
It's been almost a month since I wrote here last. I've been busy with Mummy. She's five months pregnant now and you've gotten loads bigger.
We just got back from an ultrasound. I saw you. I actually saw you. And I know it's not real manly, but, just between you and me, I almost cried.
I just can't believe how happy I am. I keep trying to figure out what I've done to deserve you and Mum and I just can't figure it out. I've never even met you and I love you so much. I must be the luckiest man in the world.
And guess what?
Mummy just got nominated for an Oscar! Best Actress! I'm so proud of her. She's amazing and she's absolutely glowing. You should see her.
[I]Buffy and I sat at a private table in one of the nicest restaurants in LA. I didn't know how I could afford it. I just knew that Buffy deserved the best, so that's what I would give her, even if it was only our first real date.
The restaurant was dimly lit and the candlelight centered in the middle of the table gave her skin a beautiful glow. She had her golden hair swept back from her face in an elegant knot. Her dress was made of a sparkly silver material that clung to her body in all the right places.
Now, I hate to brag, but I wasn't looking too shabby myself. My dressy pants were navy blue, ironed to perfection. My shirt was a dusty blue-gray and I was tieless, with the first button at my collarbone lying open. My bleached hair had just enough gel in it to look equally styled and careless.
I sipped the expensive Cabernet Sauvignon that I'd allowed Buffy to choose.
"Tell me about yourself," I prompted casually.
She swallowed the steak she'd been chewing.
"Well, I grew up in Sunnydale, this dinky little town about two hours from here. I have a younger sister, Dawn, who's just finishing up her last year of high school there. I came to LA to be an actress."
"And how do you like it so far?"
"LA? It's really . fast-paced. You know what I mean?"
I nodded.
"I know exactly what you mean, pet."
"What about you?"
I sighed, pretending to think about my answer.
"I'm from England, which you probably guessed from the accent. Only child. I arrived here, in the City of Angels, in pursuit of a record deal."
She smiled.
"And how's that working out?"
I paused thoughtfully, contemplating how to answer.
"Well, I managed to get the band up and running, as you've probably guessed. And we have an agent coming to listen to us on Friday night."
We chatted through the rest of the dinner, avoiding any intimate topics. It was too early for that.
When I took her home, I walked her to the entrance to her apartment building. She looked up at me.
"Thank you for a lovely evening, Spike," she said softly.
"My pleasure."
She put her hands lightly on my shoulders and kissed me then.
Now, I'd kissed my share of women. Being in a band has that effect sometimes. But I can honestly say that I'd never felt anything as wonderful as the feeling of her lips, warm, moist and pliable, under mine. If it had been a cartoon, little red hearts would have appeared above my head and sparks would have exploded from my ears.
That was the moment that I realized I would marry Buffy Summers if it was the last thing I did.
* * *
The gig on Friday night was amazing, and that's not just me bragging. Buffy wasn't there, though. She had an audition for a commercial for some kind of sun tan lotion.
Angel, Gunn, Wes and I played three songs. Gunn had never done a better job on his drums and Wesley's bass guitar job was at its best. The fact that I'd been pouring my soul into my singing ever since I met Buffy helped too.
The agent, whose name was Giles, was totally blown away. He asked us for a demo tape that he could show to some labels.
But with a label, came hard work, and hard work occupied a great deal of free time.[/i]
Sorry, little one, but that concludes today's Buffy/Spike history lesson. I'd love to hang around in Nostalgiaville, but your mother wants a foot rub, and, as much as I hate to admit it, she's bigger than I am.
Cheers.
~Dad[/b]
[b]Dear Lil Bit,
It's been almost a month since I wrote here last. I've been busy with Mummy. She's five months pregnant now and you've gotten loads bigger.
We just got back from an ultrasound. I saw you. I actually saw you. And I know it's not real manly, but, just between you and me, I almost cried.
I just can't believe how happy I am. I keep trying to figure out what I've done to deserve you and Mum and I just can't figure it out. I've never even met you and I love you so much. I must be the luckiest man in the world.
And guess what?
Mummy just got nominated for an Oscar! Best Actress! I'm so proud of her. She's amazing and she's absolutely glowing. You should see her.
[I]Buffy and I sat at a private table in one of the nicest restaurants in LA. I didn't know how I could afford it. I just knew that Buffy deserved the best, so that's what I would give her, even if it was only our first real date.
The restaurant was dimly lit and the candlelight centered in the middle of the table gave her skin a beautiful glow. She had her golden hair swept back from her face in an elegant knot. Her dress was made of a sparkly silver material that clung to her body in all the right places.
Now, I hate to brag, but I wasn't looking too shabby myself. My dressy pants were navy blue, ironed to perfection. My shirt was a dusty blue-gray and I was tieless, with the first button at my collarbone lying open. My bleached hair had just enough gel in it to look equally styled and careless.
I sipped the expensive Cabernet Sauvignon that I'd allowed Buffy to choose.
"Tell me about yourself," I prompted casually.
She swallowed the steak she'd been chewing.
"Well, I grew up in Sunnydale, this dinky little town about two hours from here. I have a younger sister, Dawn, who's just finishing up her last year of high school there. I came to LA to be an actress."
"And how do you like it so far?"
"LA? It's really . fast-paced. You know what I mean?"
I nodded.
"I know exactly what you mean, pet."
"What about you?"
I sighed, pretending to think about my answer.
"I'm from England, which you probably guessed from the accent. Only child. I arrived here, in the City of Angels, in pursuit of a record deal."
She smiled.
"And how's that working out?"
I paused thoughtfully, contemplating how to answer.
"Well, I managed to get the band up and running, as you've probably guessed. And we have an agent coming to listen to us on Friday night."
We chatted through the rest of the dinner, avoiding any intimate topics. It was too early for that.
When I took her home, I walked her to the entrance to her apartment building. She looked up at me.
"Thank you for a lovely evening, Spike," she said softly.
"My pleasure."
She put her hands lightly on my shoulders and kissed me then.
Now, I'd kissed my share of women. Being in a band has that effect sometimes. But I can honestly say that I'd never felt anything as wonderful as the feeling of her lips, warm, moist and pliable, under mine. If it had been a cartoon, little red hearts would have appeared above my head and sparks would have exploded from my ears.
That was the moment that I realized I would marry Buffy Summers if it was the last thing I did.
* * *
The gig on Friday night was amazing, and that's not just me bragging. Buffy wasn't there, though. She had an audition for a commercial for some kind of sun tan lotion.
Angel, Gunn, Wes and I played three songs. Gunn had never done a better job on his drums and Wesley's bass guitar job was at its best. The fact that I'd been pouring my soul into my singing ever since I met Buffy helped too.
The agent, whose name was Giles, was totally blown away. He asked us for a demo tape that he could show to some labels.
But with a label, came hard work, and hard work occupied a great deal of free time.[/i]
Sorry, little one, but that concludes today's Buffy/Spike history lesson. I'd love to hang around in Nostalgiaville, but your mother wants a foot rub, and, as much as I hate to admit it, she's bigger than I am.
Cheers.
~Dad[/b]