Chapter Three
[b]Dear Son,
God, do I love the sound of that. Son.
As you've probably guessed, your mum and I just got back from her six month ultrasound and we found out that you're a boy. I'm going to have a son. Bloody hell, I still can't get over it.
I'm totally ecstatic. So is Buffy, of course, but this is my diary and I'll bloody well write what I want.
We would name you, but apparently its bad luck to pick a name before the seventh month. But, it doesn't make a difference to us. We love you more than life, no matter what your name is.
Anyway, I promised your mum that I'd tell you about the not-so-happy part of our relationship.
[i]Our six month anniversary was coming up, but lately Buffy and I hadn't been seeing a lot of each other. I'd been writing new songs and doing a lot of gigs that Giles got us, and she'd been going to a lot of auditions and shooting a load of commercials.
When Buffy and I did talk, it was almost always brief and always on the telephone. We hadn't been on an actual date in almost a month, aside from a few quick lunches. I sent her flowers once a week, though, to show that I was still thinking about her.
It wasn't enough though.
I took her out to dinner for our anniversary and that night, as we were lying in bed, she said it.
"Spike," Buffy said slowly, pulling away from me, "we need to talk."
I sighed.
"I know, luv. I'm really sorry that we haven't been seeing each other enough."
"I know you are. And I really do love you." Her voice cracked a little, her green eyes averting my gaze.
"I love you, too. Wit hall my heart and soul."
"But it's not enough," she insisted.
It was dark, but I was sure if the lights had been on, she'd have been crying. I couldn't believe it.
"Are you breaking up with me?" I asked, incomprehension filling my blue gaze.
"I'm sorry, Spike. I am so sorry."
"But ."
"But we're both too focused on our careers right now to have a real relationship. It's not fair. Not to you, and not to me."
"Buffy ."
"I'm sorry."[/i]
Sorry to leave you hanging, little one, but duty calls. I'm off to make a midnight run to the store. Apparently, your mother can't live without watermelon-flavored chocolate. Can you even buy that?
~Daddy[/b]
[b]Dear Son,
God, do I love the sound of that. Son.
As you've probably guessed, your mum and I just got back from her six month ultrasound and we found out that you're a boy. I'm going to have a son. Bloody hell, I still can't get over it.
I'm totally ecstatic. So is Buffy, of course, but this is my diary and I'll bloody well write what I want.
We would name you, but apparently its bad luck to pick a name before the seventh month. But, it doesn't make a difference to us. We love you more than life, no matter what your name is.
Anyway, I promised your mum that I'd tell you about the not-so-happy part of our relationship.
[i]Our six month anniversary was coming up, but lately Buffy and I hadn't been seeing a lot of each other. I'd been writing new songs and doing a lot of gigs that Giles got us, and she'd been going to a lot of auditions and shooting a load of commercials.
When Buffy and I did talk, it was almost always brief and always on the telephone. We hadn't been on an actual date in almost a month, aside from a few quick lunches. I sent her flowers once a week, though, to show that I was still thinking about her.
It wasn't enough though.
I took her out to dinner for our anniversary and that night, as we were lying in bed, she said it.
"Spike," Buffy said slowly, pulling away from me, "we need to talk."
I sighed.
"I know, luv. I'm really sorry that we haven't been seeing each other enough."
"I know you are. And I really do love you." Her voice cracked a little, her green eyes averting my gaze.
"I love you, too. Wit hall my heart and soul."
"But it's not enough," she insisted.
It was dark, but I was sure if the lights had been on, she'd have been crying. I couldn't believe it.
"Are you breaking up with me?" I asked, incomprehension filling my blue gaze.
"I'm sorry, Spike. I am so sorry."
"But ."
"But we're both too focused on our careers right now to have a real relationship. It's not fair. Not to you, and not to me."
"Buffy ."
"I'm sorry."[/i]
Sorry to leave you hanging, little one, but duty calls. I'm off to make a midnight run to the store. Apparently, your mother can't live without watermelon-flavored chocolate. Can you even buy that?
~Daddy[/b]