Another Beginning
Chp.25
Epilogue: Eight Months and Two Days
Info, first chapter
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They were wondering what in hell to call the creature that Spike had become and didn't know what they were going to call the little, bundle of pink, fluffy blankets taking up Buffy's chest, eight months and two days ago. But things change in so short a time.
Now the tiny family was lying in a hospital bed.
Buffy had given birth to a healthy, 7.6 pound baby girl, two days ago, as her husband held her hand, and coached her through nine hours of labor.
Ever the vigilant husband and father, Spike lay beside the two loves of his life, as they sleep. Not believing all that had transpired since his return to the almost living. Never thinking that in a century of blood and mayhem that he'd be laying in a hospital bed watching his wife and child as they slumber peacefully.
For five months they had fought over what to name the little girl. They had known since the third month that she was having a girl. Both were adamant about what they wanted to name her, but he was dead set against calling the child Anna Nicole. He was not going to name any kid after some has been reality TV. Show host. It just wasn't going to happen, not in his lifetime. He came up with a name that she couldn't possibly refuse, but she had. Tara Elizabeth, what the hell was she thinking turning that down? It was perfect.
After listening to them argue about it for more than four months, Willow had a great idea, and told them to combine the names and see if they could agree that way.
Having written down the names in as many ways as possible they had finally decided on Tara Nicole. Which they both adored, so now he was staring down at the face of the newest Scooby. Yeah she looked like a Tara, reminded him of the shy witch that had stolen everyone's heart. Including the vampires, though no one had known that until recently, when they'd revealed what the name was to be.
Willow had cried, "Spike thought of that?" She'd asked. Tears of joy running down her face at the prospect of him wanting to call his daughter after the one person that meant the most to her.
Kennedy had crossed her arms over her chest, huffed out a mad sigh, and walked out of the room. She had nothing to say.
Dawn had cried, too. "I figured that would be Buffy's idea. Anna Nicole, please, Buff, what were you thinking?" She joked. Wiping away her tears with the sleeve of her shirt, and rolling her eyes at her sister.
Giles had smiled; looking misty eyed himself, but being to manly to let the tears fall.
Spike figured the old man would have something to say, but he'd stayed quiet.
Xander had been to surprised by the notion that Spike had picked the name at all, and patted the Dhampyre on the back.
Giles had found the answer to Spike's state of being around three months ago. After another trip to hunt down a new slayer, they had been in Illinois and dropped by the Cleveland Hellmouth to visit Robin.
While there Giles had found an antique book dealer. It seems that he found the book with the answers in it.
Having called a meeting the very day they arrived, Willow and Giles set out to tell them all the news, and brought the book for confirmation of what they were about to say.
Giles had looked at everyone gathered in the lobby of the hotel, cleared his throat, and took off his new glasses, which he had started wearing again because the contacts were irritating his eyes. He got right to the point after he rubbed them with his handkerchief, and placed them back on his nose.
"It would that Spike, has become something that has only happened once before. He's what is called a Dhampyre." He had looked at all the puzzled faces, as he continued. "There is only one account of it. That's why we had so much trouble narrowing it down. I happened to find a journal of sorts at a bookshop while we were in Cleveland. It was written right around the year 1404, in Hungary. The vampire that it happened to had worn an amulet similar to the one Spike wore in Sunnydale. Except that in this case the Amulet didn't kill her, she just became what is known as a Day walker, or Dhampyre. The story is quiet fascinating, if you wish to read it Spike." He said. Looking over to the bleached blonde, handing him the ratty, beaten up old book.
Looking up from his reverie, Spike sees the door to the room open, and a bouncy Willow and Cassie come through it, carrying more balloons and stuffed animals. Like the room didn't already have to many to start with.
As Spike looks at them he places a finger over his lips. Telling them to be quite, then pointing to the two sleeping beside him.
"OH! How are they doin'? Willow asks. Looking down at the little family, and smiles sweetly at the little hand that has somehow wiggled out of the tightly wrapped blankets.
Cassie walks around to the side of the bed Spike is propped on. Looking up at him, questioningly. "Can I see?" She asks. Hope shining in her eyes.
Spike smiles at the puppy dog look; the kid knows will get her anything she wants. Leaning down, he picks her up and sits her on his lap.
Crawling over to the other side of him, she pulls the blanket away from the babies head, and looks down into the her blue eyes. "She has eyes like yours." She comments. Taking the little hand in hers. "Can help take care of her?" She suddenly asks. Looking over her shoulder at the smiling man behind her.
"Course, you can, Munchkin." He answers. Still smiling at the question he wasn't expecting to slip from the child lips. "Specially when her diaper needs changin'," He teases. Reaching over to chuff her chin with his index finger.
"EWWW!" She replies. Wrinkling her nose up at the thought of all of those stinky dirty diapers, "That's gross."
THE END
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(I think I'm gonna cry. I'm gonna miss writing this. It came out so much better than I thought it would.)
Chp.25
Epilogue: Eight Months and Two Days
Info, first chapter
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
They were wondering what in hell to call the creature that Spike had become and didn't know what they were going to call the little, bundle of pink, fluffy blankets taking up Buffy's chest, eight months and two days ago. But things change in so short a time.
Now the tiny family was lying in a hospital bed.
Buffy had given birth to a healthy, 7.6 pound baby girl, two days ago, as her husband held her hand, and coached her through nine hours of labor.
Ever the vigilant husband and father, Spike lay beside the two loves of his life, as they sleep. Not believing all that had transpired since his return to the almost living. Never thinking that in a century of blood and mayhem that he'd be laying in a hospital bed watching his wife and child as they slumber peacefully.
For five months they had fought over what to name the little girl. They had known since the third month that she was having a girl. Both were adamant about what they wanted to name her, but he was dead set against calling the child Anna Nicole. He was not going to name any kid after some has been reality TV. Show host. It just wasn't going to happen, not in his lifetime. He came up with a name that she couldn't possibly refuse, but she had. Tara Elizabeth, what the hell was she thinking turning that down? It was perfect.
After listening to them argue about it for more than four months, Willow had a great idea, and told them to combine the names and see if they could agree that way.
Having written down the names in as many ways as possible they had finally decided on Tara Nicole. Which they both adored, so now he was staring down at the face of the newest Scooby. Yeah she looked like a Tara, reminded him of the shy witch that had stolen everyone's heart. Including the vampires, though no one had known that until recently, when they'd revealed what the name was to be.
Willow had cried, "Spike thought of that?" She'd asked. Tears of joy running down her face at the prospect of him wanting to call his daughter after the one person that meant the most to her.
Kennedy had crossed her arms over her chest, huffed out a mad sigh, and walked out of the room. She had nothing to say.
Dawn had cried, too. "I figured that would be Buffy's idea. Anna Nicole, please, Buff, what were you thinking?" She joked. Wiping away her tears with the sleeve of her shirt, and rolling her eyes at her sister.
Giles had smiled; looking misty eyed himself, but being to manly to let the tears fall.
Spike figured the old man would have something to say, but he'd stayed quiet.
Xander had been to surprised by the notion that Spike had picked the name at all, and patted the Dhampyre on the back.
Giles had found the answer to Spike's state of being around three months ago. After another trip to hunt down a new slayer, they had been in Illinois and dropped by the Cleveland Hellmouth to visit Robin.
While there Giles had found an antique book dealer. It seems that he found the book with the answers in it.
Having called a meeting the very day they arrived, Willow and Giles set out to tell them all the news, and brought the book for confirmation of what they were about to say.
Giles had looked at everyone gathered in the lobby of the hotel, cleared his throat, and took off his new glasses, which he had started wearing again because the contacts were irritating his eyes. He got right to the point after he rubbed them with his handkerchief, and placed them back on his nose.
"It would that Spike, has become something that has only happened once before. He's what is called a Dhampyre." He had looked at all the puzzled faces, as he continued. "There is only one account of it. That's why we had so much trouble narrowing it down. I happened to find a journal of sorts at a bookshop while we were in Cleveland. It was written right around the year 1404, in Hungary. The vampire that it happened to had worn an amulet similar to the one Spike wore in Sunnydale. Except that in this case the Amulet didn't kill her, she just became what is known as a Day walker, or Dhampyre. The story is quiet fascinating, if you wish to read it Spike." He said. Looking over to the bleached blonde, handing him the ratty, beaten up old book.
Looking up from his reverie, Spike sees the door to the room open, and a bouncy Willow and Cassie come through it, carrying more balloons and stuffed animals. Like the room didn't already have to many to start with.
As Spike looks at them he places a finger over his lips. Telling them to be quite, then pointing to the two sleeping beside him.
"OH! How are they doin'? Willow asks. Looking down at the little family, and smiles sweetly at the little hand that has somehow wiggled out of the tightly wrapped blankets.
Cassie walks around to the side of the bed Spike is propped on. Looking up at him, questioningly. "Can I see?" She asks. Hope shining in her eyes.
Spike smiles at the puppy dog look; the kid knows will get her anything she wants. Leaning down, he picks her up and sits her on his lap.
Crawling over to the other side of him, she pulls the blanket away from the babies head, and looks down into the her blue eyes. "She has eyes like yours." She comments. Taking the little hand in hers. "Can help take care of her?" She suddenly asks. Looking over her shoulder at the smiling man behind her.
"Course, you can, Munchkin." He answers. Still smiling at the question he wasn't expecting to slip from the child lips. "Specially when her diaper needs changin'," He teases. Reaching over to chuff her chin with his index finger.
"EWWW!" She replies. Wrinkling her nose up at the thought of all of those stinky dirty diapers, "That's gross."
THE END
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(I think I'm gonna cry. I'm gonna miss writing this. It came out so much better than I thought it would.)