Authors Note~ I give credit to Jen and Alice for helping me with this
story. More credit goes to A for being my beta.
This is a fluffy and short chapter.... sorry I'm about this. I'm about to go to Virginia for Fall Break, so you won't get a chapter for I don't know how long. Sorry ya'll.
When he was dead he would have given anything to see Buffy, but now he couldn't. Sunnydale was gone. He had used some connection back in Tennessee to get some money and a place to stay that day. He had then flown out from the Chattanooga airport to the LA airport. He arrived to see Sunnydale gone, and he was shocked.
Anya, who hadn't been buckled in, crawled from the new car seat he had bought in Chattanooga. She played dangerously on the edge of the pit, Spike being clueless to what she was doing.
Little Anya gurgled as she watched small pebbles fall over into the bottomless crater. Spike couldn't help but think of Buffy and if she had gone up in flames.
Anya giggled as she threw her pacifier into the hole and she watched it fall. Spike jerked her back then tapped a crooked finger on her nose. "No," he said firmly. Anya wrapped her small fingers around his, she pulled it to her mouth and started to chew on it.
"Lost poof, have we?" He asked with a chuckle. He slipped his finger away then began to search his pocket for a spare pacifier. With black fingernails he held it up in front of her face. She giggled before wrapping tiny finger around then placed it her mouth upside down.
At the moment Spike had two options. He could take his rental car back to LA and search out Angel, or he could take it back, get on a plane and fly back New York where his 'friend' could off him a job. Number one was officially crossed off his list, he didn't want Anya growing up with that idiot. The next night he found himself on a plane to New York, Anya asleep in her car seat.
Brian Ashby, a friend in New York, owned one branch of the law firm known as Wolfram and Hart. He had offered a job to Spike once before, but he had denied it to be with Buffy. So when Spike came to him with a child practically begging to be given a position at his firm, he gave him a desk job of sorting cases. Spike was more then happy to take the job, considering the cost of diapers and other baby needs. Brian paid him up- front so he could get an apartment for Anya and himself.
The apartment was acceptable. There were two bedrooms, the one that had no windows was his, the other that was pink was Anya's. He had bought a crib for her, but most nights she refused to stay in it and ended in bed with him. Spike tried everything to break this habit, but little Anya was determined to be with Spike.
Spike debated on whether or no to put Anya in preschool. He also looked into hiring a nanny, but he decided against both. Little Anya ended up at work with her Spike, who was wrapped around her finger.
His office was big enough for Anya to crawl around without breaking anything. Often Spike found himself tripping over her toys in the floor. Anya also befriended Spike secretary Morgan Dawson.
Morgan was a dark skinned, brown headed women who didn't have children of her own so she played the role of Anya's mother. Morgan bought Anya an outfit every week, a pair of shoes to match, and added about four dollars to her piggy bank. Anya, as usual, loved the attention she got from Morgan.
Spike was sitting at his desk one afternoon going over a case, when Morgan came in holding Anya. Without a word Morgan put Anya down in the floor about four feet from Spike. Anya teetered back and forth before taking a step with her right foot, then her left.
She smiled proudly when she made it to Spike, who scooped her up in his arms. "Lets go home and celebrate, luv," he said as he stood holding a giggling girl.
Celebrating for them meant some Chocolate Mint Chip Ice Cream, a couple of quarters for her piggy bank, and a reading of the Financial Times. After a messy bowl of ice cream and a warm bath for Anya, she curled up in Spikes lap as he read the share prices of different stocks. Anya giggled as she proudly recited them back to him.
Spike chuckled as he kissed the blonde hair. Spike lifted her up onto his hip before starting to the kitchen to fix her a nighttime bottle. He laid her in her crib with her blanky, pacifier, and bottle. "Here luv," Spike said pulling the blanket up to her head. "You think you can stay in your bed tonight?"
Pacifier in one hand, blanky in the other, and her bottle hanging from the corner of her mother she reached up for Spike with a pout. Spike had to turn away from all the cuteness. When he did Anya started to whimper before she pulled up on the side of the bed. "Spikey," she mumbled.
"Oh fine," he finally said then lifted her out of the crib. Anya giggled playfully as she was carried to the big bed. Spike laid her down on one of the pillows and put a finger to her nose. "Sleep."
"Eep," she said with nod. "Annie eep."
"Yes, Anya sleep," Spike kissed her forehead before leaving the room. He took a minute to watch her from the doorway. She laid playing with the lining on the pillow a minute before closing her eyes.
This is a fluffy and short chapter.... sorry I'm about this. I'm about to go to Virginia for Fall Break, so you won't get a chapter for I don't know how long. Sorry ya'll.
When he was dead he would have given anything to see Buffy, but now he couldn't. Sunnydale was gone. He had used some connection back in Tennessee to get some money and a place to stay that day. He had then flown out from the Chattanooga airport to the LA airport. He arrived to see Sunnydale gone, and he was shocked.
Anya, who hadn't been buckled in, crawled from the new car seat he had bought in Chattanooga. She played dangerously on the edge of the pit, Spike being clueless to what she was doing.
Little Anya gurgled as she watched small pebbles fall over into the bottomless crater. Spike couldn't help but think of Buffy and if she had gone up in flames.
Anya giggled as she threw her pacifier into the hole and she watched it fall. Spike jerked her back then tapped a crooked finger on her nose. "No," he said firmly. Anya wrapped her small fingers around his, she pulled it to her mouth and started to chew on it.
"Lost poof, have we?" He asked with a chuckle. He slipped his finger away then began to search his pocket for a spare pacifier. With black fingernails he held it up in front of her face. She giggled before wrapping tiny finger around then placed it her mouth upside down.
At the moment Spike had two options. He could take his rental car back to LA and search out Angel, or he could take it back, get on a plane and fly back New York where his 'friend' could off him a job. Number one was officially crossed off his list, he didn't want Anya growing up with that idiot. The next night he found himself on a plane to New York, Anya asleep in her car seat.
Brian Ashby, a friend in New York, owned one branch of the law firm known as Wolfram and Hart. He had offered a job to Spike once before, but he had denied it to be with Buffy. So when Spike came to him with a child practically begging to be given a position at his firm, he gave him a desk job of sorting cases. Spike was more then happy to take the job, considering the cost of diapers and other baby needs. Brian paid him up- front so he could get an apartment for Anya and himself.
The apartment was acceptable. There were two bedrooms, the one that had no windows was his, the other that was pink was Anya's. He had bought a crib for her, but most nights she refused to stay in it and ended in bed with him. Spike tried everything to break this habit, but little Anya was determined to be with Spike.
Spike debated on whether or no to put Anya in preschool. He also looked into hiring a nanny, but he decided against both. Little Anya ended up at work with her Spike, who was wrapped around her finger.
His office was big enough for Anya to crawl around without breaking anything. Often Spike found himself tripping over her toys in the floor. Anya also befriended Spike secretary Morgan Dawson.
Morgan was a dark skinned, brown headed women who didn't have children of her own so she played the role of Anya's mother. Morgan bought Anya an outfit every week, a pair of shoes to match, and added about four dollars to her piggy bank. Anya, as usual, loved the attention she got from Morgan.
Spike was sitting at his desk one afternoon going over a case, when Morgan came in holding Anya. Without a word Morgan put Anya down in the floor about four feet from Spike. Anya teetered back and forth before taking a step with her right foot, then her left.
She smiled proudly when she made it to Spike, who scooped her up in his arms. "Lets go home and celebrate, luv," he said as he stood holding a giggling girl.
Celebrating for them meant some Chocolate Mint Chip Ice Cream, a couple of quarters for her piggy bank, and a reading of the Financial Times. After a messy bowl of ice cream and a warm bath for Anya, she curled up in Spikes lap as he read the share prices of different stocks. Anya giggled as she proudly recited them back to him.
Spike chuckled as he kissed the blonde hair. Spike lifted her up onto his hip before starting to the kitchen to fix her a nighttime bottle. He laid her in her crib with her blanky, pacifier, and bottle. "Here luv," Spike said pulling the blanket up to her head. "You think you can stay in your bed tonight?"
Pacifier in one hand, blanky in the other, and her bottle hanging from the corner of her mother she reached up for Spike with a pout. Spike had to turn away from all the cuteness. When he did Anya started to whimper before she pulled up on the side of the bed. "Spikey," she mumbled.
"Oh fine," he finally said then lifted her out of the crib. Anya giggled playfully as she was carried to the big bed. Spike laid her down on one of the pillows and put a finger to her nose. "Sleep."
"Eep," she said with nod. "Annie eep."
"Yes, Anya sleep," Spike kissed her forehead before leaving the room. He took a minute to watch her from the doorway. She laid playing with the lining on the pillow a minute before closing her eyes.