Key.
Sentences/ wordsthat are bold,and are in italics, are direct thoughts .
Random italic words in a sentence are emphasis.
"Italics with speech marks" signify that what is being said within the speech marks is some distance away.
Bold is Onomatopoeia.
A/N- hope you like it!
Chapter 3- The Wish.
Using Angel's heightened sense of smell, they tracked Spike whom they eventually found curled up on a park bench, fast asleep.
Buffy looked down at the little boy and sighed. Bending over, she scooped him up in her arms and squeezed him.
"Buffy…" Spike mumbled, opening his eyes with a flutter of his lashes. After focusing on her face, he gave her a smile filled with tiny teeth. "Wuv you." He said, burrowing his head in the crook of her arm.
"Love you too." Buffy said softly, flattening the riot of curls on his head, which she kissed. She looked up to see everyone staring at her. "What?" She glared at them defensively. "He's really cute." Just then, he yawned. Oh my god. Cute cute cute cute cute!
Wesley gave Angel a sideways look as if saying she was crazy. Fred, the pretty brunette, came closer and studied Spike. "You know, he is cute. With the little hands… and the hair… Oh, can I hold him?" She held her arms out, and Buffy deposited the toddler in the other woman's arms. "He's so small."
"And naked." Xander pointed out. Fred lifted her head and looked at him.
"Do you want to hold him?"
"No! Keep him away. Euch. I'm not toughing naked-Spike."
Anya, however, went over and took him. "Oh, he's so precious? I wish he were mine." At that, Buffy took him again, giving the ex-vengeance demon a fierce protective look. Mine! She looked back down at him and her face softened.
Dawn looked at the faces of the men in the group and giggled. Noticing Angel's glower, she smirked. "Hey," she said to Buffy, brightly. "Do you think if he gets all old again, and you two have kids, they'd look like that?"
Buffy got a thoughtful look on her face, and Giles rolled his eyes. "Come on, it's cold out here."
When they got back to the house, Spike stirred again. "Buffy? Wiyam hungwy."
Buffy smiled at Spike's sleepy baby talk and took him to the kitchen.
When Dawn went in there, the little boy was eating yoghurt, with Buffy wiping his mouth.
"All done." Spike announced when he saw Dawn. Sliding off his chair, he took Dawn's hand. "Come, Dawnie. Play."
Charmed, Dawn let Spike lead her to the front room where he stopped in front of the cupboard that housed the games they played together when Spike was on babysitting duty. "What do you want to play?" She asked, lifting him up so that he could choose.
Without hesitation, he grabbed twister and set it in the middle of the front room floor.
"You play?" He asked, looking at everyone. All the girls immediately stood up.
Running over to them, Spike gave them some hugs, before turning to the men. "Angew play?"
"Yeah, okay. But not until you get dressed."
Spike looked down at himself. "Buffy!" He called.
"What?" She poked her head around the kitchen door.
"Clothes!" Buffy swung him onto her hip and carried him upstairs.
"No dress." Mini-Spike frowned at her, daring her to say otherwise.
"No dress." She agreed. Happily sucking on his thumb, he cuddled into her side, causing all the girls standing at the bottom of the stairs to 'ahhh'.
A few minutes later, they descended the stairs again, with Spike's face screwed up in distaste, obviously for what he was wearing.
"Nice ensemble." Xander smirked, eyeing the pink shorts and flowery top.
Buffy shrugged at Dawn. "All we had his size were the clothes from that life-sized doll dad bought for you when you were five." She put him on the floor.
Willow smiled in sympathy. "Don't worry, Spike. You look very manly."
Spike eyed her suspiciously, and plucked dubiously at the daisy-patterned top.
"Come on, Spike." Dawn said. "We moved all the furniture out of the way, and set the game out. Wesley's going to be spinner person."
"Everyone ready? The British former watcher asked before spinning. "Right foot, red," he announced the results. Immediately, Spike, Dawn, Buffy and Xander claimed the spots, knocking everyone else out of the game.
"I wanna spin, now." Anya demanded, seizing the spinner from Wesley. "Left hand, blue. Oh, this is so exciting! I'm rooting for Spike."
"Hey!" Xander protested from where he was bent double on the game board. "I'm your Fiancé!"
"I know. But Spike's cuter." Willow, Tara, Fred and Harmony were quick to back her up.
"Can we get back to the game?" Buffy asked, annoyed at the interruption.
"Oh, right." Anya reached out to spin, but Wesley had stolen it back off of her, causing her to sulk.
"Left foot, red." Xander and Spike both reached for the same spot, but Spike got there first.
"You're out, Xander." Tara told him.
"That's not fair, Spike's cheating. You're not supposed to be touching anything but the spots, but he's lying on the mat in a star shape with his feet and hands pointing towards the spots."
"He's too little to reach, Xander," Willow admonished, "you have to learn to make exceptions."
Xander sat down next to Anya and joined her in her sulking.
At about ten o'clock, and hours after Spike had won Twister and he should have been in bed, he bounded over to Willow, who was the only one still awake, and hugged her knee.
"You wanna know what I wish?" He asked her in a loud whisper.
"What do you wish?"
"That Mama was here. She sings to me."
"Really? Does she have a nice voice?"
Spike nodded his head vigorously up and down.
"It puts me to sleep."
Willow yawned, as worn out as everyone else after having to constantly entertain the bouncy two-year-old. "Then I wish she was here, too. Or we were wherever she is."
At that, there was a bang and a flash, which went unnoticed by the Wicca who had fallen asleep.
Spike looked around wide-eyed at all the people standing around his friends and him. He smiled in one direction and held out his arms. "Mama."
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