Chapter Five
[b]Dear Lucas Michael Windsor,
You were born today! You're so handsome, too. A right ladies man when you get old enough.
You're six pounds and seven ounces, with a full head of curly brown fair. Your eyes are blue right now, but the doctor says that might change.
It's strange.
I'm watching your mother hold you right now, and you're sleeping so peacefully. It was amazing when you first came our of Buffy. You didn't cry at all. You just looked around at everyone.
Buffy looks so happy right now. Just lying in the bed with you in her arms. She's singing to you. It's a pretty little song that her mum used to sing to her before she died. It's called 'One Tin Soldier.'
I should probably get back to your mum and I, eh?
[i]It had been about four and a half months now since Buffy had broken up with me. Don't get me wrong, I was still bleeding miserable, but now I had purpose. I was busy writing a song that Buffy Summers would know by heart someday. And I wanted it to be perfect.
"Guys," I said to my friends, "what rhymes with 'guitar'?"
After a moment of thought, they answered.
"Black tar," said Angel.
"Crow bar," Gunn suggested, smirking.
"Magmar," Wesley said, frowning. I threw my pad of paper at them.
"I want to woo her, not scare her." I wagged a finger at Wesley. "And I'm sure as hell not using a bloody Pokémon."
Now, while I was working away on this song, I had Giles on a very important assignment.
He was getting us a gig at the wrap party of All Work and No Play.
I had about four more months to finish this song and have the band perfect it before what, in my book, was the most important gig we'd ever play.
* * *
About three weeks later, I had my song finished and was now putting it to music.
I was screwing around with a hand-me-down keyboard in my apartment when I decided to give Buffy a ring.
"Hello?" she greeted when she answered the phone.
"Hi."
"Spike?" She sounded confused.
"Yeah, luv. It's me."
"Uh . Wh ." she stuttered. I couldn't help but smile to myself. "Why are you calling me?"
"Come out to dinner with me." She sighed.
"I can't. Everything is crazy with filming. You know that. You're lucky you even caught me at home. I was just on my way out the door."
"Maybe when you're done filming?" I persisted hopefully.
"Maybe, Spike. Maybe."[/i]
I'm afraid I have to go now. Your Aunt Dawn and your godfather, Angel, are badgering me to get in some poncy picture. You better appreciate this when you get older. I do not photograph well.
~Dad[/b]
[b]Dear Lucas Michael Windsor,
You were born today! You're so handsome, too. A right ladies man when you get old enough.
You're six pounds and seven ounces, with a full head of curly brown fair. Your eyes are blue right now, but the doctor says that might change.
It's strange.
I'm watching your mother hold you right now, and you're sleeping so peacefully. It was amazing when you first came our of Buffy. You didn't cry at all. You just looked around at everyone.
Buffy looks so happy right now. Just lying in the bed with you in her arms. She's singing to you. It's a pretty little song that her mum used to sing to her before she died. It's called 'One Tin Soldier.'
I should probably get back to your mum and I, eh?
[i]It had been about four and a half months now since Buffy had broken up with me. Don't get me wrong, I was still bleeding miserable, but now I had purpose. I was busy writing a song that Buffy Summers would know by heart someday. And I wanted it to be perfect.
"Guys," I said to my friends, "what rhymes with 'guitar'?"
After a moment of thought, they answered.
"Black tar," said Angel.
"Crow bar," Gunn suggested, smirking.
"Magmar," Wesley said, frowning. I threw my pad of paper at them.
"I want to woo her, not scare her." I wagged a finger at Wesley. "And I'm sure as hell not using a bloody Pokémon."
Now, while I was working away on this song, I had Giles on a very important assignment.
He was getting us a gig at the wrap party of All Work and No Play.
I had about four more months to finish this song and have the band perfect it before what, in my book, was the most important gig we'd ever play.
* * *
About three weeks later, I had my song finished and was now putting it to music.
I was screwing around with a hand-me-down keyboard in my apartment when I decided to give Buffy a ring.
"Hello?" she greeted when she answered the phone.
"Hi."
"Spike?" She sounded confused.
"Yeah, luv. It's me."
"Uh . Wh ." she stuttered. I couldn't help but smile to myself. "Why are you calling me?"
"Come out to dinner with me." She sighed.
"I can't. Everything is crazy with filming. You know that. You're lucky you even caught me at home. I was just on my way out the door."
"Maybe when you're done filming?" I persisted hopefully.
"Maybe, Spike. Maybe."[/i]
I'm afraid I have to go now. Your Aunt Dawn and your godfather, Angel, are badgering me to get in some poncy picture. You better appreciate this when you get older. I do not photograph well.
~Dad[/b]