Chapter Seven
[b]Dear Lucas,
I just thought I'd share one more memory with you before I left. We're about to leave for the party that your mum set up because Dark Side's CD premiered at number one on the charts last week.
Anyway, here you go:
[i]As the music to my song faded and the applause ensued, I took my guitar off, set it on the stage, and hurriedly stepped down to the floor.
Buffy was rushing toward me, tears from some unidentifiable emotion streaming down her cheeks.
I caught her in my arms in a tight embrace, squeezing my eyes shut as I breathed in the exotic scent of her perfume.
"Spike, I love you ." she whispered.
"I know. I love you. So much." I kissed her quickly on the lips. "Marry me, Buffy. Marry me."
She looked deeply into my eyes, happiness and love consuming her soul and radiating from her skin.
"Yes. Yes, Spike, I'll marry you."
The last thing I remember about that night is a loud whistle from Angel, followed by a jazzy electric guitar version of Here Comes the Bride.[/i]
Oh, hey. Did I forget to mention? Your eyes are grey now. God knows how that happened .
~Love Daddy[/b]
* * *
Spike entered the hall with his arm resting lightly on Buffy's waist, Luke in his other arm.
People were everywhere, chatting excitedly about Dark Side's hit song Making Love and Music.
"Hey, Spike, man," Angel greeted, appearing seemingly out of nowhere. "Check it out. We are Gods." Spike laughed.
"Yeah, pretty cool."
Angel turned to Luke, who currently had his fingers stuffed into his mouth.
"Hey, Luke. How's it goin' with the ladies?"
Luke gurgled in response and Buffy grinned and affectionately scratched his head.
"You do realize we're going to go platinum, right?" Gunn asked as he and Wesley joined them.
"Of course. That's a given," Wes agreed.
The evening was relatively uneventful. Spike and the guys were forced to make a short speech by Giles and their music video for Making Love and Music debuted. The rest of the night was spent making the rounds of talking to all the right people.
Just after the music video played on the Jumbo Screen, Buffy tapped Spike lightly on the shoulder.
"I'm not feeling too well, hun," she admitted. Spike frowned in husbandly concern.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. I think those hors d'ourves just didn't agree with me. I'm gonna head home, alright?" He kissed her lightly.
"Yeah, of course. I'll keep Luke here with me."
"Okay. I'm going to take a taxi."
She handed Spike the car keys, before kissing him once more.
"See you when I get home."
[b]Dear Lucas,
I just thought I'd share one more memory with you before I left. We're about to leave for the party that your mum set up because Dark Side's CD premiered at number one on the charts last week.
Anyway, here you go:
[i]As the music to my song faded and the applause ensued, I took my guitar off, set it on the stage, and hurriedly stepped down to the floor.
Buffy was rushing toward me, tears from some unidentifiable emotion streaming down her cheeks.
I caught her in my arms in a tight embrace, squeezing my eyes shut as I breathed in the exotic scent of her perfume.
"Spike, I love you ." she whispered.
"I know. I love you. So much." I kissed her quickly on the lips. "Marry me, Buffy. Marry me."
She looked deeply into my eyes, happiness and love consuming her soul and radiating from her skin.
"Yes. Yes, Spike, I'll marry you."
The last thing I remember about that night is a loud whistle from Angel, followed by a jazzy electric guitar version of Here Comes the Bride.[/i]
Oh, hey. Did I forget to mention? Your eyes are grey now. God knows how that happened .
~Love Daddy[/b]
* * *
Spike entered the hall with his arm resting lightly on Buffy's waist, Luke in his other arm.
People were everywhere, chatting excitedly about Dark Side's hit song Making Love and Music.
"Hey, Spike, man," Angel greeted, appearing seemingly out of nowhere. "Check it out. We are Gods." Spike laughed.
"Yeah, pretty cool."
Angel turned to Luke, who currently had his fingers stuffed into his mouth.
"Hey, Luke. How's it goin' with the ladies?"
Luke gurgled in response and Buffy grinned and affectionately scratched his head.
"You do realize we're going to go platinum, right?" Gunn asked as he and Wesley joined them.
"Of course. That's a given," Wes agreed.
The evening was relatively uneventful. Spike and the guys were forced to make a short speech by Giles and their music video for Making Love and Music debuted. The rest of the night was spent making the rounds of talking to all the right people.
Just after the music video played on the Jumbo Screen, Buffy tapped Spike lightly on the shoulder.
"I'm not feeling too well, hun," she admitted. Spike frowned in husbandly concern.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. I think those hors d'ourves just didn't agree with me. I'm gonna head home, alright?" He kissed her lightly.
"Yeah, of course. I'll keep Luke here with me."
"Okay. I'm going to take a taxi."
She handed Spike the car keys, before kissing him once more.
"See you when I get home."