Good evening, All,
First of all, thank you to all of you who have sent the cards and email, who have called and written, in regard to my knee. It's healing well and I get the stitches out tomorrow, although the rehab has only just begun.
Now, because I've spent the last few weeks in a narcotic induced stupor, I've been a bit slow on the writing. Lots more spell check and "wait, what did I say?' moments. But I did manage to get this chapter out. I hope to write a Vacation chapter before the end of the week, but forgive me if I can't. Between the knee, moving, and the meds, I'm a bit on the not-quick side of things.
Lastly, buckle your seatbelt as the angst has begun. My betas were wonderful with this, but I am sure that the first half will evoke a Kleenex moment or two. Also, I had to touch on a *very* sensitive subject that is vital to the story, but *please* know that I did so reluctantly and that I tried my very hardest to handle it with the sensitivity and gentleness that it warrants. Please know that my intention is to present it only within the context of the story, and I hope that no one is hurt by it.
That being said, give it a read and *please* let me know what you think. Especially now.
Thank you for reading!
Happiness,
~~@ Nimue @~~
"And though she be but little, she is fierce." ~ William Shakespeare ~ A Midsummer Night's Dream
Title: The Yet-to-Be (Chapter Fifteen - Meant to Be)
Author: Nimue
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Spike/Buffy (Most major characters included)
Feedback: Yes, please
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Disclaimer: All characters (save for the ones I made up) belong to someone other than me; they belong to Mutant Enemy, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel the Series, Fox, WB, their affiliates, lawyers and all sorts of other folks that aren't me. :::sigh::::
Author's Note: The very sensitive topic of abortion is covered in this chapter. I tried to handle it within the context of the story and with as much sensitivity as I could. Please, please, try to understand that it was an integral part of this book and needed to be covered, however, I was *not* trying to make a stand or begin a debate on the topic. I do hope, if any of the readers of this story have had to go through this tragic experience, you can forgive me for having to dredge it up and I hope that I gave the issue, and the decision, the merit and sensitivity it deserves.
Summary: Willow and Tara have a heart-wrenching discussion of the situation before them. Spike and Buffy have a last moment of quiet with their family before the world begins to crumble.
The Yet-to-Be
"Hey," Willow gushed nervously as Tara came back through their flat door, shrugging off her coat and looking as forlorn as the rest of them felt. "How'd it go? Everything okay? Where's Oz?"
Tara hung her coat on a hook in the hallway and kicked her boots off, padding into the living room where Willow sat curled on a beanbag chair in front of the fire.
"They don't know anything," Tara answered, easing down into the twin chair and curling into herself.
Willow looked down at her mug and then back up at her lover. "I. I know."
Tara was silent for a long moment, looking around. "Where did everyone go?"
"Wesley went with Giles and Anya to their house so that he could set up shop in their guest room."
"Oh."
"What about Oz?"
"Took the twins to get some lunch."
"Oh."
"He doesn't know either."
"We'll tell him."
"Are we going to tell *them*?"
An uncomfortable silence settled over the room until all that was heard was the crackle of the fire and the sound of slow, sad breaths barely audible in the chilly flat.
"I don't want to," Willow said quietly, her finger tracing the rim of her mug. "No one should have to."
"They deserve to know," Tara interrupted. "I mean, they deserve a choice."
"What kind of choice *is* that?" Willow snapped, her voice unusually hostile. Tara cringed back a little until the redhead reached out her hand and touched Tara's with kindness and warmth. "I'm not mad at *you*, baby. I'm just. ARGH!"
"Argh seems to cover it," Tara answered, taking a sip of her partner's cocoa and returning it to her hands.
"I mean. what are the choices? Hey, Buffy? Hey Spike? Yeah, we were hanging out reading some old prophesies when this one sort of jumped out at us," Willow began bobbing her head sarcastically. "Well, it kinda goes that that baby you made and love already is sort of a bastion of evil being sent to kill your other daughter and you. So, quick, make up your mind! Have the baby and risk it going all Manson on your family, or just."
Tara closed her eyes, knowing the other option. She took a long, steadying breath. "Don't."
"Why not?" Willow argued. "I mean, if we're asking them to consider it, we should at least be able to say it." The redhead's face flushed with anger and sorrow as she grappled with the concept.
Sure, they'd all thought about it. Loosely, at least. When they were kids and had to confront being confronted with an . unplanned pregnancy. The choice was all clear and shiny back then. It's easy to say things when you don't understand them. It's easy to make decisions that you are not being forced to make.
But both of them, Tara and Willow, had felt what Buffy was feeling now. They were all adults. They had known the sheer joy, the contentment, the peace and the love that one felt when a child was being nurtured inside. When love was. *becoming*.
Suddenly, that choice was no longer clear. No longer straightforward. No longer conceivable.
Now, it would be the death of them to face it. To let down one of their own. To not bring into the world something as beautiful as Emma or William or River or Randy or Loki or Kali. To have to consider condemning any one of them to death, even in the most horrendous of circumstances.
It wasn't about pro choice or pro life or pro *anything*. People make decisions that they have to, and that they don't want to, every day. And they had the right to make them the way that they did. But Willow and Tara, knew Buffy and Spike. Knew how much they wanted this child. Could see, in Buffy's eyes, the joy. The pride in Spike's. The love in them both.
And they had to give them this option.
Oh, God.
Tears streamed down Willow's cheeks without her even registering that she was crying. "I mean, Tara, how do we tell them? What do we say?"
Tara held her lover's hand, stroking it softly. "We tell them the truth, baby. I don't want to. No one should have to tell anyone something so bad. But. but they need to know. How can they try and stop this if they don't know?"
Willow hiccupped, wiping the streaming tears from her cheeks and watching Tara's eyes shed small, silent drops as well. "Do you. do you think they can find a way, Tara?"
Tara was silent, brushing the silvery rivers from her lover's cheeks. "I don't know, baby. I hope they can. Or. or we can. We'll do *everything* we can for them, okay? All of it. No matter what it takes. But we *have* to tell them."
Willow nodded, leaning forward in her chair and falling against Tara's chest. Tara stroked her hair with the gentleness and tenderness of years of love and comfort. "I don't want them to have to go through this. I don't want to go through this."
"Shh," Tara cooed, rubbing her back softly. "We'll do everything we can, okay? And I won't let Giles take you to do this alone. I'll be there with you."
Willow looked up, tears staining her cheeks, but a spark of hope in her eyes. "Thank you."
Slowly, softly, Tara kissed her lips. "We'll help them find a way."
The four of them slid into the vinyl seats of the booth at the diner just at the edge of the city limits. Will considered himself big enough to sit with the 'grow ups' and slid in next to Spike, his eyes the only thing visible over the Formica table top. Buffy and Emma sat on the opposite side, mirroring their boys.
A chirpy young blonde in a short, pink uniform came up to the table and asked for their drink orders. Spike stared only at Buffy. Amazing, she thought, how she'd managed to keep his attention over such cute little dishes for so long. He smiled, reading her mind.
"Can I get you drinks?" The cute young waitress asked.
"Coffee for me, two OJ's for the tots, and a tall water for the beautiful one in the corner," Spike answered, causing both the waitress and Buffy to beam. Inside the waitress prayed that one day she'd have a guy as hot as the one with the two kids, and all drooly over her.
"Do you know what you guys want or do you need a few?" The girl asked, pulling a notepad and a pencil from her white half apron.
"Been here a few times, Pet," Spike said, regarding their weekend lunch spot that had become kind of a tradition. "But you're new."
"Started last week," the girl answered.
Buffy laughed, "Then you don't know to be careful of him!" She joked.
Spike smirked, making the girl laugh and Buffy raise an eyebrow. "Watch it, Love or I might have to turn you over my knee."
"Promise?" Buffy purred, leaning over the table to kiss his cheek. Spike cleared his throat, willing his uncooperative body to extract the vision from his mind of a very naked, soft, beautiful Buffy draped over his knee while he took a paddle to her. Maybe later.
"Uh, yeah. Grilled cheese and fries for the little bits, steak sandwich, rare, for me." Spike stopped and looked at Buffy for a long moment, wrinkling his nose and worrying his lip as he thought. "Two double cheeseburgers, medium, order of fries and a side of fruit for the lady."
Buffy bounced happily in her seat. "YAY! You know me too well."
"Two?" The waitress asked, still grinning.
"I'm a growing girl," Buffy announced, her cheeks flushed with pride.
"Got to feed the yet-to-be too," Spike confirmed, taking Buffy's hand over the table without even realizing he did it.
"Oh! Congratulations!" The waitress said, beaming. "Well, if you come in here a lot, maybe I'll get to see the progress."
"I'm sure you will," Buffy laughed, one hand held tightly in Spike's, the other lying over her belly. "They get kinda big."
"Just you're kind of small, Pet," Spike answered valiantly. "Sides, child should be healthy when it's born."
"Or huge," Buffy amended.
"Well, you'd never know," the waitress complimented, putting the pad back into her apron. "I'd never guess that you'd had kids."
Buffy smiled triumphantly. "I work out."
The girl laughed. "Let me go put your order in."
"Tank you," Will announced as the girl walked away. The waitress smiled adoringly and blew the little boy a kiss.
"Mummy?" Emma asked, looking up at her mother.
"What's up, kiddo?" Buffy answered, moving the hand from atop her stomach and wrapping her arm around the girl's shoulder.
Emma looked down at her mother's stomach. It was still flat and there was no way of telling that there was anything growing in there. "How do you know that there's a baby in there if you can't see it?"
Buffy smiled brightly, squeezing the child in closer against her. "Uh, lots of things. I just. I can sort of just feel it. And your dad can hear them as soon as they're big enough to make a sound."
"Did you hear me?" Emma asked Spike, a shy smile on her face.
"That I did, Mite," Spike answered, sitting Will on his lap so that he could see better over the table. "Sounded like rain, your little heart. Used to lay on the couch with your mum at my old . place, and listen to you for hours."
Emma beamed, realizing her importance in her father's life. How much she meant to him. Even then. "When I was in here?" Emma asked, putting her hand over Buffy's belly.
Spike nodded. "Just like the new little one is now."
"And could you hear it, mum?"
"Not so much," Buffy answered. "But I could feel it when you or Will moved around. A little at first. A *lot* towards the end."
Emma giggled. "Was I big?"
"You were beautiful," Spike answered.
"And big," Buffy joked, kissing the top of her daughter's head.
The waitress returned with the drinks and set them around the table, finding a booster seat for Will so that he was still a big boy sitting at the table, but more than just his nose and eyes were visible from the other side.
"The baby be like Kali 'n Loki?" Will asked, finding his straw with his lips and taking a long pull from his orange juice.
""Cept just one," Spike answered. "We think."
Buffy groaned and rolled her eyes. "Just one," she answered. "And we don't know if it's a little boy, like you," she reached over and ran her finger gently down Will's nose, "or a girl like your sister."
"It's a girl," Emma, Will, and Spike answered in unison.
Buffy's eyes got wide and she chuckled. "What makes you so sure?"
"Just is," Emma answered.
"And it'd only be right to have another Summers-Windsor girl to wrap me round their finger," Spike continued, poking Emma across the table and causing her to giggle madly.
"Coz she was in my dreams," Will answered, causing the rest of them to turn their full attention on the littlest Windsor.
"Your dreams, Will?" Spike asked. "What did you see?"
Will shuddered a little, as if he were cold. "Don't member. But she was there."
"What did she look like?" Emma asked, cocking her head and eyeing her brother.
Will thought for a moment, his subconscious obviously blocking full access to the memory. "Don't member," he said. ""Cept she was pretty like you. But she wasn't all glowy."
"Glowy?" Buffy asked.
Will nodded as if it was perfectly normal to everyone. "You *know*. Emma is all glowy. The pretty lights follow her."
Spike thought a moment. "The fairies, Will?"
Will nodded. "The fairies like her light."
All of them were silent a moment, staring at the boy. "Will, do you think, when we get home, you could draw me a picture of your dream?" William had loved art and shown a natural affinity towards drawing and painting, even at his young age.
The little boy nodded. "Yep. But don't remember her much."
"That's all right, Will," Buffy soothed. "You can draw us a picture of what you do remember."
"Okay," Will answered, taking another sip of his juice. The boy was thoughtful for a long moment before he spoke again. Just like Spike had been when he was human.
"Mum?"
"Yeah?" Buffy answered, smiling brightly at her handsome son. The spitting, miniature image of his father, minus the peroxide and the distinguished little lines that were forming around his eyes.
"Where do babies come from?" Will asked, his eyes questioning and bright.
Emma looked at Buffy as well, wanting the same answer.
Spike looked at Buffy. Buffy looked at Spike.
"Hey, our food's here!"
To be contd.
First of all, thank you to all of you who have sent the cards and email, who have called and written, in regard to my knee. It's healing well and I get the stitches out tomorrow, although the rehab has only just begun.
Now, because I've spent the last few weeks in a narcotic induced stupor, I've been a bit slow on the writing. Lots more spell check and "wait, what did I say?' moments. But I did manage to get this chapter out. I hope to write a Vacation chapter before the end of the week, but forgive me if I can't. Between the knee, moving, and the meds, I'm a bit on the not-quick side of things.
Lastly, buckle your seatbelt as the angst has begun. My betas were wonderful with this, but I am sure that the first half will evoke a Kleenex moment or two. Also, I had to touch on a *very* sensitive subject that is vital to the story, but *please* know that I did so reluctantly and that I tried my very hardest to handle it with the sensitivity and gentleness that it warrants. Please know that my intention is to present it only within the context of the story, and I hope that no one is hurt by it.
That being said, give it a read and *please* let me know what you think. Especially now.
Thank you for reading!
Happiness,
~~@ Nimue @~~
"And though she be but little, she is fierce." ~ William Shakespeare ~ A Midsummer Night's Dream
Title: The Yet-to-Be (Chapter Fifteen - Meant to Be)
Author: Nimue
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Spike/Buffy (Most major characters included)
Feedback: Yes, please
For instant notification of fic releases, straight to your mailbox, please visit Always_Everyday@yahoogroups.com. Also, please visit Always_Everyday's sister group How to Make a Vampire Sundae for fiction with adult content.
The rest of the story can be found at:
and present chapters are being posted on my live journal at:
Disclaimer: All characters (save for the ones I made up) belong to someone other than me; they belong to Mutant Enemy, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel the Series, Fox, WB, their affiliates, lawyers and all sorts of other folks that aren't me. :::sigh::::
Author's Note: The very sensitive topic of abortion is covered in this chapter. I tried to handle it within the context of the story and with as much sensitivity as I could. Please, please, try to understand that it was an integral part of this book and needed to be covered, however, I was *not* trying to make a stand or begin a debate on the topic. I do hope, if any of the readers of this story have had to go through this tragic experience, you can forgive me for having to dredge it up and I hope that I gave the issue, and the decision, the merit and sensitivity it deserves.
Summary: Willow and Tara have a heart-wrenching discussion of the situation before them. Spike and Buffy have a last moment of quiet with their family before the world begins to crumble.
The Yet-to-Be
"Hey," Willow gushed nervously as Tara came back through their flat door, shrugging off her coat and looking as forlorn as the rest of them felt. "How'd it go? Everything okay? Where's Oz?"
Tara hung her coat on a hook in the hallway and kicked her boots off, padding into the living room where Willow sat curled on a beanbag chair in front of the fire.
"They don't know anything," Tara answered, easing down into the twin chair and curling into herself.
Willow looked down at her mug and then back up at her lover. "I. I know."
Tara was silent for a long moment, looking around. "Where did everyone go?"
"Wesley went with Giles and Anya to their house so that he could set up shop in their guest room."
"Oh."
"What about Oz?"
"Took the twins to get some lunch."
"Oh."
"He doesn't know either."
"We'll tell him."
"Are we going to tell *them*?"
An uncomfortable silence settled over the room until all that was heard was the crackle of the fire and the sound of slow, sad breaths barely audible in the chilly flat.
"I don't want to," Willow said quietly, her finger tracing the rim of her mug. "No one should have to."
"They deserve to know," Tara interrupted. "I mean, they deserve a choice."
"What kind of choice *is* that?" Willow snapped, her voice unusually hostile. Tara cringed back a little until the redhead reached out her hand and touched Tara's with kindness and warmth. "I'm not mad at *you*, baby. I'm just. ARGH!"
"Argh seems to cover it," Tara answered, taking a sip of her partner's cocoa and returning it to her hands.
"I mean. what are the choices? Hey, Buffy? Hey Spike? Yeah, we were hanging out reading some old prophesies when this one sort of jumped out at us," Willow began bobbing her head sarcastically. "Well, it kinda goes that that baby you made and love already is sort of a bastion of evil being sent to kill your other daughter and you. So, quick, make up your mind! Have the baby and risk it going all Manson on your family, or just."
Tara closed her eyes, knowing the other option. She took a long, steadying breath. "Don't."
"Why not?" Willow argued. "I mean, if we're asking them to consider it, we should at least be able to say it." The redhead's face flushed with anger and sorrow as she grappled with the concept.
Sure, they'd all thought about it. Loosely, at least. When they were kids and had to confront being confronted with an . unplanned pregnancy. The choice was all clear and shiny back then. It's easy to say things when you don't understand them. It's easy to make decisions that you are not being forced to make.
But both of them, Tara and Willow, had felt what Buffy was feeling now. They were all adults. They had known the sheer joy, the contentment, the peace and the love that one felt when a child was being nurtured inside. When love was. *becoming*.
Suddenly, that choice was no longer clear. No longer straightforward. No longer conceivable.
Now, it would be the death of them to face it. To let down one of their own. To not bring into the world something as beautiful as Emma or William or River or Randy or Loki or Kali. To have to consider condemning any one of them to death, even in the most horrendous of circumstances.
It wasn't about pro choice or pro life or pro *anything*. People make decisions that they have to, and that they don't want to, every day. And they had the right to make them the way that they did. But Willow and Tara, knew Buffy and Spike. Knew how much they wanted this child. Could see, in Buffy's eyes, the joy. The pride in Spike's. The love in them both.
And they had to give them this option.
Oh, God.
Tears streamed down Willow's cheeks without her even registering that she was crying. "I mean, Tara, how do we tell them? What do we say?"
Tara held her lover's hand, stroking it softly. "We tell them the truth, baby. I don't want to. No one should have to tell anyone something so bad. But. but they need to know. How can they try and stop this if they don't know?"
Willow hiccupped, wiping the streaming tears from her cheeks and watching Tara's eyes shed small, silent drops as well. "Do you. do you think they can find a way, Tara?"
Tara was silent, brushing the silvery rivers from her lover's cheeks. "I don't know, baby. I hope they can. Or. or we can. We'll do *everything* we can for them, okay? All of it. No matter what it takes. But we *have* to tell them."
Willow nodded, leaning forward in her chair and falling against Tara's chest. Tara stroked her hair with the gentleness and tenderness of years of love and comfort. "I don't want them to have to go through this. I don't want to go through this."
"Shh," Tara cooed, rubbing her back softly. "We'll do everything we can, okay? And I won't let Giles take you to do this alone. I'll be there with you."
Willow looked up, tears staining her cheeks, but a spark of hope in her eyes. "Thank you."
Slowly, softly, Tara kissed her lips. "We'll help them find a way."
The four of them slid into the vinyl seats of the booth at the diner just at the edge of the city limits. Will considered himself big enough to sit with the 'grow ups' and slid in next to Spike, his eyes the only thing visible over the Formica table top. Buffy and Emma sat on the opposite side, mirroring their boys.
A chirpy young blonde in a short, pink uniform came up to the table and asked for their drink orders. Spike stared only at Buffy. Amazing, she thought, how she'd managed to keep his attention over such cute little dishes for so long. He smiled, reading her mind.
"Can I get you drinks?" The cute young waitress asked.
"Coffee for me, two OJ's for the tots, and a tall water for the beautiful one in the corner," Spike answered, causing both the waitress and Buffy to beam. Inside the waitress prayed that one day she'd have a guy as hot as the one with the two kids, and all drooly over her.
"Do you know what you guys want or do you need a few?" The girl asked, pulling a notepad and a pencil from her white half apron.
"Been here a few times, Pet," Spike said, regarding their weekend lunch spot that had become kind of a tradition. "But you're new."
"Started last week," the girl answered.
Buffy laughed, "Then you don't know to be careful of him!" She joked.
Spike smirked, making the girl laugh and Buffy raise an eyebrow. "Watch it, Love or I might have to turn you over my knee."
"Promise?" Buffy purred, leaning over the table to kiss his cheek. Spike cleared his throat, willing his uncooperative body to extract the vision from his mind of a very naked, soft, beautiful Buffy draped over his knee while he took a paddle to her. Maybe later.
"Uh, yeah. Grilled cheese and fries for the little bits, steak sandwich, rare, for me." Spike stopped and looked at Buffy for a long moment, wrinkling his nose and worrying his lip as he thought. "Two double cheeseburgers, medium, order of fries and a side of fruit for the lady."
Buffy bounced happily in her seat. "YAY! You know me too well."
"Two?" The waitress asked, still grinning.
"I'm a growing girl," Buffy announced, her cheeks flushed with pride.
"Got to feed the yet-to-be too," Spike confirmed, taking Buffy's hand over the table without even realizing he did it.
"Oh! Congratulations!" The waitress said, beaming. "Well, if you come in here a lot, maybe I'll get to see the progress."
"I'm sure you will," Buffy laughed, one hand held tightly in Spike's, the other lying over her belly. "They get kinda big."
"Just you're kind of small, Pet," Spike answered valiantly. "Sides, child should be healthy when it's born."
"Or huge," Buffy amended.
"Well, you'd never know," the waitress complimented, putting the pad back into her apron. "I'd never guess that you'd had kids."
Buffy smiled triumphantly. "I work out."
The girl laughed. "Let me go put your order in."
"Tank you," Will announced as the girl walked away. The waitress smiled adoringly and blew the little boy a kiss.
"Mummy?" Emma asked, looking up at her mother.
"What's up, kiddo?" Buffy answered, moving the hand from atop her stomach and wrapping her arm around the girl's shoulder.
Emma looked down at her mother's stomach. It was still flat and there was no way of telling that there was anything growing in there. "How do you know that there's a baby in there if you can't see it?"
Buffy smiled brightly, squeezing the child in closer against her. "Uh, lots of things. I just. I can sort of just feel it. And your dad can hear them as soon as they're big enough to make a sound."
"Did you hear me?" Emma asked Spike, a shy smile on her face.
"That I did, Mite," Spike answered, sitting Will on his lap so that he could see better over the table. "Sounded like rain, your little heart. Used to lay on the couch with your mum at my old . place, and listen to you for hours."
Emma beamed, realizing her importance in her father's life. How much she meant to him. Even then. "When I was in here?" Emma asked, putting her hand over Buffy's belly.
Spike nodded. "Just like the new little one is now."
"And could you hear it, mum?"
"Not so much," Buffy answered. "But I could feel it when you or Will moved around. A little at first. A *lot* towards the end."
Emma giggled. "Was I big?"
"You were beautiful," Spike answered.
"And big," Buffy joked, kissing the top of her daughter's head.
The waitress returned with the drinks and set them around the table, finding a booster seat for Will so that he was still a big boy sitting at the table, but more than just his nose and eyes were visible from the other side.
"The baby be like Kali 'n Loki?" Will asked, finding his straw with his lips and taking a long pull from his orange juice.
""Cept just one," Spike answered. "We think."
Buffy groaned and rolled her eyes. "Just one," she answered. "And we don't know if it's a little boy, like you," she reached over and ran her finger gently down Will's nose, "or a girl like your sister."
"It's a girl," Emma, Will, and Spike answered in unison.
Buffy's eyes got wide and she chuckled. "What makes you so sure?"
"Just is," Emma answered.
"And it'd only be right to have another Summers-Windsor girl to wrap me round their finger," Spike continued, poking Emma across the table and causing her to giggle madly.
"Coz she was in my dreams," Will answered, causing the rest of them to turn their full attention on the littlest Windsor.
"Your dreams, Will?" Spike asked. "What did you see?"
Will shuddered a little, as if he were cold. "Don't member. But she was there."
"What did she look like?" Emma asked, cocking her head and eyeing her brother.
Will thought for a moment, his subconscious obviously blocking full access to the memory. "Don't member," he said. ""Cept she was pretty like you. But she wasn't all glowy."
"Glowy?" Buffy asked.
Will nodded as if it was perfectly normal to everyone. "You *know*. Emma is all glowy. The pretty lights follow her."
Spike thought a moment. "The fairies, Will?"
Will nodded. "The fairies like her light."
All of them were silent a moment, staring at the boy. "Will, do you think, when we get home, you could draw me a picture of your dream?" William had loved art and shown a natural affinity towards drawing and painting, even at his young age.
The little boy nodded. "Yep. But don't remember her much."
"That's all right, Will," Buffy soothed. "You can draw us a picture of what you do remember."
"Okay," Will answered, taking another sip of his juice. The boy was thoughtful for a long moment before he spoke again. Just like Spike had been when he was human.
"Mum?"
"Yeah?" Buffy answered, smiling brightly at her handsome son. The spitting, miniature image of his father, minus the peroxide and the distinguished little lines that were forming around his eyes.
"Where do babies come from?" Will asked, his eyes questioning and bright.
Emma looked at Buffy as well, wanting the same answer.
Spike looked at Buffy. Buffy looked at Spike.
"Hey, our food's here!"
To be contd.