Chapter 3
Buffy woke up to see that it was only 3 in the morning. She figured she wouldn't get back to sleep now so she got out of bed and went into the living room to find that Spike was sitting on the couch watching TV. She guessed that he couldn't sleep either. She walked towards him and lay on the couch putting her head in his lap. "Couldn't sleep?" He asked her as he touched her hair.
"Not so much." She replied. "What am I going to do with her?" She asked looking up at him and he looked down into her eyes.
"She'll be fine, love. She's a kid; they all tend to be like that. You handled Dawn fine and she was always difficult to take care of." Buffy nodded.
"Yeah, but it's different when it's your own kid. When she was younger it was so much easier." Spike smiled.
"She's a good girl though. You did a good job with her." Buffy smiled in return.
"Yeah, with your help. I don't think I would have gotten this far without you." Spike kissed the top of her head.
"It was all you, Buffy. I really didn't do much. I'm just here for you and nibblit the second whenever you need me." Buffy laughed at that.
"Yeah, and we appreciate it." She then sighed and looked up at Spike again. "I know she's not a little kid anymore, but I still can't help but worry about her. She's making a habit of breaking curfew, she dyes her hair without me even knowing about it like it's such an insult to be blonde, she keeps copying your style with the black and the leather like a biker chick or something, and now she went and got a tattoo." Spike looked at her.
"She got a tattoo?" Spike asked and Buffy nodded. "I'm gonna have to talk to her about that." Buffy shook her head.
"It's okay, I already did. I saw it and realized that it wasn't so bad so I let it go." Spike nodded in understanding.
"What was it?" Buffy smiled.
"A little heart with a stake through it on her ankle." Spike smiled also.
"Yeah, very creative." After that they just sat in silence when Buffy got up to look at him.
"Do you think I'm a good mother?" Spike stared at her wondering where that came from.
"Of course," he said as he touched her face. "Joyce would be very proud of you, I know I am." Buffy kissed him and then settled back down in his lap.
"Thank you," she whispered as she fell asleep. Spike smiled and watched her sleep for a while, then drifted off to sleep himself.
Buffy woke up to see that it was only 3 in the morning. She figured she wouldn't get back to sleep now so she got out of bed and went into the living room to find that Spike was sitting on the couch watching TV. She guessed that he couldn't sleep either. She walked towards him and lay on the couch putting her head in his lap. "Couldn't sleep?" He asked her as he touched her hair.
"Not so much." She replied. "What am I going to do with her?" She asked looking up at him and he looked down into her eyes.
"She'll be fine, love. She's a kid; they all tend to be like that. You handled Dawn fine and she was always difficult to take care of." Buffy nodded.
"Yeah, but it's different when it's your own kid. When she was younger it was so much easier." Spike smiled.
"She's a good girl though. You did a good job with her." Buffy smiled in return.
"Yeah, with your help. I don't think I would have gotten this far without you." Spike kissed the top of her head.
"It was all you, Buffy. I really didn't do much. I'm just here for you and nibblit the second whenever you need me." Buffy laughed at that.
"Yeah, and we appreciate it." She then sighed and looked up at Spike again. "I know she's not a little kid anymore, but I still can't help but worry about her. She's making a habit of breaking curfew, she dyes her hair without me even knowing about it like it's such an insult to be blonde, she keeps copying your style with the black and the leather like a biker chick or something, and now she went and got a tattoo." Spike looked at her.
"She got a tattoo?" Spike asked and Buffy nodded. "I'm gonna have to talk to her about that." Buffy shook her head.
"It's okay, I already did. I saw it and realized that it wasn't so bad so I let it go." Spike nodded in understanding.
"What was it?" Buffy smiled.
"A little heart with a stake through it on her ankle." Spike smiled also.
"Yeah, very creative." After that they just sat in silence when Buffy got up to look at him.
"Do you think I'm a good mother?" Spike stared at her wondering where that came from.
"Of course," he said as he touched her face. "Joyce would be very proud of you, I know I am." Buffy kissed him and then settled back down in his lap.
"Thank you," she whispered as she fell asleep. Spike smiled and watched her sleep for a while, then drifted off to sleep himself.