Sweet Bit
Disclaimer - Chapter 1...see that one, dammit! Notes - none
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Ch 5 - Slight Problems With Authority
9:00pm - Wednesday Night
Buffy was getting tired of this. She and Lydia had been at this for nearly an hour now. All she had wanted the child to do was pick up her toys and go get ready for bed. This did not seem to be what Lydia had planned. "Lydia, Please...just pick up your toys and get ready for bed." She had been doing this for an hour with a headache, the Slayer had reason enough to resort to begging the kid for this.
Lydia was annoyed by the woman in front of her. She had been standing her ground for an hour and wasn't about to give up now. Lydia had noticed that Buffy was in the same thought process as she was, seeing that the blond had yet to give up as well. The young girl had figured out early on that they were going to be here for awhile. "No! I don't want to go to sleep! I'm not even tired!" She shouted.
"I don't care if you're tired or not. It's late, Lydia. You need to go to bed."
"I don't wanna!" The child yelled again.
Buffy would have simply picked her up if the child didn't bite, kick, slap, punch, or try to find other means of trying to inflict bodily pain to her. At one point, the little brat even resorted to screaming. Buffy couldn't have that. No, she couldn't have the neighbors calling the police or something just as drastic. The blond woman looked over at Spike, "Are you going to help me out here at all?"
Spike had been watching the two go at it for quite some time. To be honest, he knew he should have stopped it, but it had just been too damn amusing. "Come here, sweets."
Lydia ran over to her father, who was sitting on the couch, and climbed up into his lap, glad to get away from The Evil Blond Woman. "Yeeesss, daddy?"
Spike smiled slightly. He was stilly trying to get used to this whole being a father thing. "Can you do something for me?"
"I duunnoo." She sing-songed. No wonder the child didn't want to sleep; she was too hyper. Maybe Spike should watch Willow a little closer when she had chocolate and Lydia in the same room. "Can you put your toys away?"
She nodded, "Uh-huuuh..."
"And can you go get ready for bed when you're finished with that?" Spike asked, knowing he had this in the bag. Game. Set. Match. He thought.
"I'm not tiiiired, daddy!"
Or not. Spike looked thoughtful for a moment. "Tell you what, sweets," he said, repositioning her on hsi knees, "If you pick up your toys and go get ready for bed...I'll get you a pair of those boots you wanted. In fact, I'll get the for you tomorrow."
When they had been at the mall on Friday, Lydia had seen a pair of black combat boots and asked for them. This, however, had come after the leather jacket and Spike even managed to tell her no. He hadn't liked it--to be honest he had hated seeing the look on the child's face when he told her no- -but he had done it. When her father told her what he just had, her green eyes lit up like the lights on a Christmas tree, "Really?"
Spike nodded. "Yeah. I'll go out tomorrow night and get them for you myself."
Oh, thank you, daddy!" She threw her arms around his neck. "Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you! And, yes, I'll pick up my toys, get ready for bed and go to sleep really fast!" She separated herself from her father and jumped down, picking the toys up as quickly as she could. As she ran up the stairs, she stopped and looked at her father, "Don't forget to come tuck me in, daddy!" And with that, she went on.
Once the seven year old ran out of the room and upstairs to get ready for bed, Buffy slowly made her way to sit in the chair that sat opposite the couch. "You are going to spoil that child so much." She said slowly, shaking her head a little.
"So, she's my daughter. I'm allowed to spoil her, aren't I?"
"Yes. Some, but you got her a leather jacket Friday and now you're going to get her matching boots? You are insane, Spike."
"Thanks, I try. Anyway, who are you to talk? It didn't look like you were getting too far to me. You two had been standing in the same places, arguing, for nearly an hour."
"She's going to get used to this, Spike. This is not a smart idea. Lydia is going to start expecting you to just go out and get her things if you keep this up."
"Well, then, she'll learn how to deal with life not being fair early one, won't she? The sooner, the better, I'd say."
"Spoil her all you want, but this is not a good idea." Buffy got up to make her way to her room. "Especially when she lives on the hellmouth." She muttered.
"What?" Spike frowned, confused by the Slayer's mutters.
Buffy just rolled her eyes and continued towards the stairs.
Spike fell back into the couch. "Women."
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8:35pm - Thursday Night
It had taken some convincing, but Spike had finally been able to con Willow into driving him to the mall, seeing as how he didn't know the way there. His first choice had obviously been Buffy, but she said that she wasn't going to aid him in spoiling his daughter so, he went to Willow. After the first initial two hours of asking, Spike figured that the girl just said and did as she said so he would shut up. He was currently in the store that Lydia had seen the boots in. He had picked a pair of them up and was slowly making his way towards the counter to pay for the shoes. He set them on the counter top and started to take out his wallet.
"These don't look to be your size, sir." The girl behind the desk said, joking, of course.
Spike resisted the urge to roll his eyes. The way the people tried to start conversation could be really annoying. Instead of rolling his eyes or letting a snide comment pass over his lips, Spike surprised even himself when he spoke. "They're for my daughter."
"Getting her started in the leather early on, are you? She can't be too old, now, can she?"
"No...she's seven...she's great...Beautiful girl...green eyes, light brown hair....so adorable."
"Aww...she sounds so cute..." The girl behind the counter gushed. "Do you have a picture of her?"
"Not...a recent one." Spike lied.
"I always think it's sweet when father's are so proud of their daughter's." The girl continued in her gushing.
"It's different when you've only found that you have one." Spike didn't realize he'd muttered this.
"What?"
"Nothing." Spike said quickly. "Just...talking to myself."
"Oh. So, is she sweet?"
"Yeah...definitely sweet." After a moment, he said, "I think you should ring the shoes up."
"Oh, right. Sorry...I just get really caught up when people talk about their children." She smiled a small smile and rung the shoes up, telling him the price.
Spike payed for the shoes and muttered a thanks before leaving.
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9:18pm - Thursday Night
Willow dropped Spike off at Buffy's and told him to tell the blond girl that she was just going to go home. He nodded and went on towards the house as the red head backed out of the driveway. Spike opened the door to the Summer's house and was surprised to find that he could actually enter without any problem. "Slayer, what's wrong with this picture?"
"You mean...the fact that you just came into the house, no problem whatsoever?"
"Yeah..."
"When Willow picked you up and all, she kind of took that away. I mean, your kind of living here and all now."
"Where's Lydia?" He asked almost sounding impatient.
"Oh....Spike...please, for heaven's sake, don't wake her up. She's on the couch, out cold...has been almost since you left. I think she might be getting sick or something."
"Oh, Christ. I forgot, humans get sick."
"Yeah, it's a drawback. However, kids usually get sick...a lot."
"Damn."
"But, then again, maybe she was just tired." Buffy shrugged. "Either way, she's asleep and I hope you aren't thinking about waking her up." She said as she followed him into the living room.
Spike titled his head to the side as he looked at the small child that was only a few feet from him on the couch. She look so peaceful and angelic laying there. He shook his head to what Buffy had said. "There's no way I could wake her up, Buffy."
Buffy shook her head a little but stopped not long after she had started, a smile spreading over her face. It was just strange, the way Spike was with Lydia. It was sweet, but it just didn't seem like him sometimes. Then, at other times, it seemed so much like him that it kind of creeped her out. Maybe there's still some William in you, Spike. She thought.
Spike had set the bag with the shoes in it in the chair as he had made his way over to the couch. He kneeled down to his haunches and simply watched the girl in front of him. She was just too adorable. He gingerly slid a piece of her light blond hair out of her face. He smiled. He couldn't believe that this girl was his daughter. If anyone had told him three weeks ago that he had a daughter, he would have looked at them as if they were insane and laughed, claiming that he'd been a vampire for far too long to be able to have a daughter. Now, however, it was almost as if he had known of her for her whole seven years of life--except for the small little exclusion that he'd only known her for about two weeks. He smiled again. He was starting to wonder if he would ever get over this initial affection that he had for her. He knew that it would be there for as long as she was here, but Spike was wondering if the overwhelming feeling of it all would be there every time he looked at her for that long. He leaned over and kissed her forehead before getting up. Spike had planned on turning and going downstairs, however, he stood there for a few more minutes.
Buffy watched Spike watch his daughter sleep. She couldn't help but smile slightly. She slowly walked over to him and put a hand on his shoulder, "Cute, isn't she?"
Spike nodded in agreement, "She's absolutely adorable."
"Well...I'm going to bed...I'm bit tired myself." Buffy said, turning to leave the room.
"Buffy, wait."
She turned slightly, "What is it?"
"Have you ever noticed..." Spike hesitated slightly before finishing his question, "How much she looks like you?"
Now she had to know what he was talking about. She turned all the way back around and walked over to stand next to him again. She titled her head slightly as she looked at the girl there on the couch. She nodded. "She does kind of look like me. That's odd...isn't it?"
"Yeah...uncanny really. I could almost say that she was your child as well."
"You could..." Buffy agreed, nodding, "She really does favor you, too, though."
"But...Buffy...if she favors you and I, do you think--" He slowly turned his head to look down at the beautiful blond standing next to him.
Buffy saw where he was going with this. She shook her head. "No...No...I don't think so. I mean...you could always...ask her who her mom was--er-is-- or....whatever, right? I mean, she's your daughter, you have a right to know...right?"
Spike shrugged, "I don't know. I just confused about this." He sighed.
"Well, I'm really going to go to bed this time." Buffy smiled a little and without realizing what she was doing before she had done it, she reached up and kissed Spike on the cheek. Buffy immediately turned away and went upstairs.
Spike sighed again. "I think you missed my lips, Slayer." He muttered.
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Disclaimer - Chapter 1...see that one, dammit! Notes - none
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Ch 5 - Slight Problems With Authority
9:00pm - Wednesday Night
Buffy was getting tired of this. She and Lydia had been at this for nearly an hour now. All she had wanted the child to do was pick up her toys and go get ready for bed. This did not seem to be what Lydia had planned. "Lydia, Please...just pick up your toys and get ready for bed." She had been doing this for an hour with a headache, the Slayer had reason enough to resort to begging the kid for this.
Lydia was annoyed by the woman in front of her. She had been standing her ground for an hour and wasn't about to give up now. Lydia had noticed that Buffy was in the same thought process as she was, seeing that the blond had yet to give up as well. The young girl had figured out early on that they were going to be here for awhile. "No! I don't want to go to sleep! I'm not even tired!" She shouted.
"I don't care if you're tired or not. It's late, Lydia. You need to go to bed."
"I don't wanna!" The child yelled again.
Buffy would have simply picked her up if the child didn't bite, kick, slap, punch, or try to find other means of trying to inflict bodily pain to her. At one point, the little brat even resorted to screaming. Buffy couldn't have that. No, she couldn't have the neighbors calling the police or something just as drastic. The blond woman looked over at Spike, "Are you going to help me out here at all?"
Spike had been watching the two go at it for quite some time. To be honest, he knew he should have stopped it, but it had just been too damn amusing. "Come here, sweets."
Lydia ran over to her father, who was sitting on the couch, and climbed up into his lap, glad to get away from The Evil Blond Woman. "Yeeesss, daddy?"
Spike smiled slightly. He was stilly trying to get used to this whole being a father thing. "Can you do something for me?"
"I duunnoo." She sing-songed. No wonder the child didn't want to sleep; she was too hyper. Maybe Spike should watch Willow a little closer when she had chocolate and Lydia in the same room. "Can you put your toys away?"
She nodded, "Uh-huuuh..."
"And can you go get ready for bed when you're finished with that?" Spike asked, knowing he had this in the bag. Game. Set. Match. He thought.
"I'm not tiiiired, daddy!"
Or not. Spike looked thoughtful for a moment. "Tell you what, sweets," he said, repositioning her on hsi knees, "If you pick up your toys and go get ready for bed...I'll get you a pair of those boots you wanted. In fact, I'll get the for you tomorrow."
When they had been at the mall on Friday, Lydia had seen a pair of black combat boots and asked for them. This, however, had come after the leather jacket and Spike even managed to tell her no. He hadn't liked it--to be honest he had hated seeing the look on the child's face when he told her no- -but he had done it. When her father told her what he just had, her green eyes lit up like the lights on a Christmas tree, "Really?"
Spike nodded. "Yeah. I'll go out tomorrow night and get them for you myself."
Oh, thank you, daddy!" She threw her arms around his neck. "Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you! And, yes, I'll pick up my toys, get ready for bed and go to sleep really fast!" She separated herself from her father and jumped down, picking the toys up as quickly as she could. As she ran up the stairs, she stopped and looked at her father, "Don't forget to come tuck me in, daddy!" And with that, she went on.
Once the seven year old ran out of the room and upstairs to get ready for bed, Buffy slowly made her way to sit in the chair that sat opposite the couch. "You are going to spoil that child so much." She said slowly, shaking her head a little.
"So, she's my daughter. I'm allowed to spoil her, aren't I?"
"Yes. Some, but you got her a leather jacket Friday and now you're going to get her matching boots? You are insane, Spike."
"Thanks, I try. Anyway, who are you to talk? It didn't look like you were getting too far to me. You two had been standing in the same places, arguing, for nearly an hour."
"She's going to get used to this, Spike. This is not a smart idea. Lydia is going to start expecting you to just go out and get her things if you keep this up."
"Well, then, she'll learn how to deal with life not being fair early one, won't she? The sooner, the better, I'd say."
"Spoil her all you want, but this is not a good idea." Buffy got up to make her way to her room. "Especially when she lives on the hellmouth." She muttered.
"What?" Spike frowned, confused by the Slayer's mutters.
Buffy just rolled her eyes and continued towards the stairs.
Spike fell back into the couch. "Women."
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8:35pm - Thursday Night
It had taken some convincing, but Spike had finally been able to con Willow into driving him to the mall, seeing as how he didn't know the way there. His first choice had obviously been Buffy, but she said that she wasn't going to aid him in spoiling his daughter so, he went to Willow. After the first initial two hours of asking, Spike figured that the girl just said and did as she said so he would shut up. He was currently in the store that Lydia had seen the boots in. He had picked a pair of them up and was slowly making his way towards the counter to pay for the shoes. He set them on the counter top and started to take out his wallet.
"These don't look to be your size, sir." The girl behind the desk said, joking, of course.
Spike resisted the urge to roll his eyes. The way the people tried to start conversation could be really annoying. Instead of rolling his eyes or letting a snide comment pass over his lips, Spike surprised even himself when he spoke. "They're for my daughter."
"Getting her started in the leather early on, are you? She can't be too old, now, can she?"
"No...she's seven...she's great...Beautiful girl...green eyes, light brown hair....so adorable."
"Aww...she sounds so cute..." The girl behind the counter gushed. "Do you have a picture of her?"
"Not...a recent one." Spike lied.
"I always think it's sweet when father's are so proud of their daughter's." The girl continued in her gushing.
"It's different when you've only found that you have one." Spike didn't realize he'd muttered this.
"What?"
"Nothing." Spike said quickly. "Just...talking to myself."
"Oh. So, is she sweet?"
"Yeah...definitely sweet." After a moment, he said, "I think you should ring the shoes up."
"Oh, right. Sorry...I just get really caught up when people talk about their children." She smiled a small smile and rung the shoes up, telling him the price.
Spike payed for the shoes and muttered a thanks before leaving.
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9:18pm - Thursday Night
Willow dropped Spike off at Buffy's and told him to tell the blond girl that she was just going to go home. He nodded and went on towards the house as the red head backed out of the driveway. Spike opened the door to the Summer's house and was surprised to find that he could actually enter without any problem. "Slayer, what's wrong with this picture?"
"You mean...the fact that you just came into the house, no problem whatsoever?"
"Yeah..."
"When Willow picked you up and all, she kind of took that away. I mean, your kind of living here and all now."
"Where's Lydia?" He asked almost sounding impatient.
"Oh....Spike...please, for heaven's sake, don't wake her up. She's on the couch, out cold...has been almost since you left. I think she might be getting sick or something."
"Oh, Christ. I forgot, humans get sick."
"Yeah, it's a drawback. However, kids usually get sick...a lot."
"Damn."
"But, then again, maybe she was just tired." Buffy shrugged. "Either way, she's asleep and I hope you aren't thinking about waking her up." She said as she followed him into the living room.
Spike titled his head to the side as he looked at the small child that was only a few feet from him on the couch. She look so peaceful and angelic laying there. He shook his head to what Buffy had said. "There's no way I could wake her up, Buffy."
Buffy shook her head a little but stopped not long after she had started, a smile spreading over her face. It was just strange, the way Spike was with Lydia. It was sweet, but it just didn't seem like him sometimes. Then, at other times, it seemed so much like him that it kind of creeped her out. Maybe there's still some William in you, Spike. She thought.
Spike had set the bag with the shoes in it in the chair as he had made his way over to the couch. He kneeled down to his haunches and simply watched the girl in front of him. She was just too adorable. He gingerly slid a piece of her light blond hair out of her face. He smiled. He couldn't believe that this girl was his daughter. If anyone had told him three weeks ago that he had a daughter, he would have looked at them as if they were insane and laughed, claiming that he'd been a vampire for far too long to be able to have a daughter. Now, however, it was almost as if he had known of her for her whole seven years of life--except for the small little exclusion that he'd only known her for about two weeks. He smiled again. He was starting to wonder if he would ever get over this initial affection that he had for her. He knew that it would be there for as long as she was here, but Spike was wondering if the overwhelming feeling of it all would be there every time he looked at her for that long. He leaned over and kissed her forehead before getting up. Spike had planned on turning and going downstairs, however, he stood there for a few more minutes.
Buffy watched Spike watch his daughter sleep. She couldn't help but smile slightly. She slowly walked over to him and put a hand on his shoulder, "Cute, isn't she?"
Spike nodded in agreement, "She's absolutely adorable."
"Well...I'm going to bed...I'm bit tired myself." Buffy said, turning to leave the room.
"Buffy, wait."
She turned slightly, "What is it?"
"Have you ever noticed..." Spike hesitated slightly before finishing his question, "How much she looks like you?"
Now she had to know what he was talking about. She turned all the way back around and walked over to stand next to him again. She titled her head slightly as she looked at the girl there on the couch. She nodded. "She does kind of look like me. That's odd...isn't it?"
"Yeah...uncanny really. I could almost say that she was your child as well."
"You could..." Buffy agreed, nodding, "She really does favor you, too, though."
"But...Buffy...if she favors you and I, do you think--" He slowly turned his head to look down at the beautiful blond standing next to him.
Buffy saw where he was going with this. She shook her head. "No...No...I don't think so. I mean...you could always...ask her who her mom was--er-is-- or....whatever, right? I mean, she's your daughter, you have a right to know...right?"
Spike shrugged, "I don't know. I just confused about this." He sighed.
"Well, I'm really going to go to bed this time." Buffy smiled a little and without realizing what she was doing before she had done it, she reached up and kissed Spike on the cheek. Buffy immediately turned away and went upstairs.
Spike sighed again. "I think you missed my lips, Slayer." He muttered.
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