"Thanks for watching after Gracie tonight Spike, Tara and I hardly get time
alone anymore." Willow grabbed her keys from the hook by the door, "Com'
on Tare!"
"Coming!" Tara came jogging down the stairs, purse in hand. She stopped at the door where Willow, Spike, and Grace, were all standing. Bending down to kiss her daughter, Tara whispered in her ear, "Be good for your Uncle Spike."
"I will Mommy." Grace smiled, her grin lit up her face much as the sun did each morning in Sunnydale and all around the world.
Tara stood and whispered her thanks to Spike as she and Willow headed out the door.
Spike locked the door behind the lovers, and turned to Grace. "So Luv, what do you fancy we do for the three hours we have 'till your bedtime?"
"Will you wead to me? Pwease Uncle Spike, wead me a stowy. Tew me how you kiwd people!"
"Heh, as much as I'd love to, you mums would butcher me alive if they found out I'd been brainwashin' you with crazy stories." Spike looked around, "Now, com' on then, let's get some food, I'm starved." The vamp led Grace by the hand into the kitchen, where he opened the refrigerator and pulled out a pack of blood and two pieces of birthday cake.
When all the food was prepared, the pair sat on the couch watching Passions. Spike attempted to explain what was happening with the frozen Charity, it was not going well. "So you see, Timmy, he's the little boy, is trying to unfreeze her.Oh, bugger this, you'll never understand." Spike heaved a sigh and took a sip from his blood-filled coffee mug.
"Get to bed Luv." Spike ushered Grace into her bedroom, "You be good now, ya hear? No foolin' around. Your mums will be home in a while, and you'd best be asleep when they arrive."
"Uncle Spike! Pwease wet me stay up a wittle later!" Grace protested all the way up the stairs and into her room, "They won't know if you wet me stay up, I won't tewl them, I promwis." The small girl did a 'cross my heart' motion. "Cwoss my heawt and hope to dwy."
"Oh don't joke around about dying Pet. Very serious business, dying is." Spike hoisted Grace onto his shoulders and walked her to the bed that resided in the corner of the small child's room. "Very serious indeed." He flopped her down onto the mattress and covered her with the cloth blanket that was bundled up on the floor. The bleach blonde vamp pecked the child's forehead and walked to the door, turning the light off and shutting the door behind him. Spike walked down the hall, unaware of the danger lurking right outside Grace's window.
"Coming!" Tara came jogging down the stairs, purse in hand. She stopped at the door where Willow, Spike, and Grace, were all standing. Bending down to kiss her daughter, Tara whispered in her ear, "Be good for your Uncle Spike."
"I will Mommy." Grace smiled, her grin lit up her face much as the sun did each morning in Sunnydale and all around the world.
Tara stood and whispered her thanks to Spike as she and Willow headed out the door.
Spike locked the door behind the lovers, and turned to Grace. "So Luv, what do you fancy we do for the three hours we have 'till your bedtime?"
"Will you wead to me? Pwease Uncle Spike, wead me a stowy. Tew me how you kiwd people!"
"Heh, as much as I'd love to, you mums would butcher me alive if they found out I'd been brainwashin' you with crazy stories." Spike looked around, "Now, com' on then, let's get some food, I'm starved." The vamp led Grace by the hand into the kitchen, where he opened the refrigerator and pulled out a pack of blood and two pieces of birthday cake.
When all the food was prepared, the pair sat on the couch watching Passions. Spike attempted to explain what was happening with the frozen Charity, it was not going well. "So you see, Timmy, he's the little boy, is trying to unfreeze her.Oh, bugger this, you'll never understand." Spike heaved a sigh and took a sip from his blood-filled coffee mug.
"Get to bed Luv." Spike ushered Grace into her bedroom, "You be good now, ya hear? No foolin' around. Your mums will be home in a while, and you'd best be asleep when they arrive."
"Uncle Spike! Pwease wet me stay up a wittle later!" Grace protested all the way up the stairs and into her room, "They won't know if you wet me stay up, I won't tewl them, I promwis." The small girl did a 'cross my heart' motion. "Cwoss my heawt and hope to dwy."
"Oh don't joke around about dying Pet. Very serious business, dying is." Spike hoisted Grace onto his shoulders and walked her to the bed that resided in the corner of the small child's room. "Very serious indeed." He flopped her down onto the mattress and covered her with the cloth blanket that was bundled up on the floor. The bleach blonde vamp pecked the child's forehead and walked to the door, turning the light off and shutting the door behind him. Spike walked down the hall, unaware of the danger lurking right outside Grace's window.