Chapter 12
A week ago Spike would never have known how hot a bottle had to be or what cries were for what but now he felt like a near expert on child care. Thanks to Faith's teachings and Dawn helpful tips he could now successfully care for his son with out the help of the two ladies.
Faith, Dawn and William had all become permanent residents of Spike's apartment. Spike had given up his room to the girls who had immediately turned it into female territory, for the couch. But he didn't complain, he of course being a vampire had slept in worse places.
William had a crib right next to the couch that Spike had set up.
Spike's eyes flew open as he fell to the ground with a loud thump. Dawn stood over him, holding out the phone and the sheets that he had been wrapped in, "For you." Spike could see the sadness in her eyes as he took the phone from her; it was the same sadness that was in everybody's eyes these days.
With Buffy dying (again) there really wasn't much to be happy about. There had been only one moment of happiness since he left the conference room with Faith, when William had finally called him 'Dad'. But now that day seemed so far away from now.
Spike put the phone to his ear, "'ello?"
"Spike, its Angel, It's her last night…I thought you and the girls would like to say goodbye. Fred says there's not much time."
"Thanks…Angel, We'll be right over." Spike hung up the phone and stood up, Dawn had already gone back to her room and he could hear Faith climbing out of bed to get dressed.
Angel had said that Buffy didn't have much time left but for some reason instead of rushing he was just standing there, immobile.
Buffy's last night. Her last night alive. Her last night as a mother. Her last night as a Sister. Her last night as His. Her last night as The Slayer. Her last night as Buffy.
After tonight Elizabeth 'Buffy' Anne Summers would be no more, nothing but a memory of the past.
Spike took an unnecessary breath, pulled on a t-shirt, dressed William, and went to wait in the car for Dawn and Faith.