A new start.
After seeing my dad and best friend together, I decided to move out and in with Spike. It was great. He looked after me real well. Every Friday night we'd rent a movie and some popcorn, other nights he cooked for me. It was great. I still missed dad though. And Willow. I wondered how they were form time to time, but never dared call.
But one day, Willow came round. She looked all teary eyed. I invited her in and she broke down on me. I begged her to tell me, and then she did. It felt like a bomb had hit me. It hurt so much, I had caused it, and I knew I did. Willow forgave me, but I didn't forgive myself. I had killed my dad. No longer daddies little girl. I thought moving in with Spike would give me a new start, but all the past demons kept coming back. Sometimes I didn't think I'd survive the sadness and sorrow. I did though. I had Spike there, after my dad died Willow moved back to Boston. I never spoke to her since.
After the funeral was over, I really got thinking. I needed a new start. Somewhere other than Sunnydale. I begged spike to come to LA with me. He did it straight away; he would do anything for me. I was lucky, some people spent their whole lives finding love, and sometimes they didn't. They stuck with second best just so they didn't have to be alone. I was lucky I didn't have to do that. I had found my true love, my soul mate.
When we moved to LA we settled down into a nice flat and Spike got a job at the big law firm there, Wolfram and Hart. One Christmas, our first one together and in LA, I missed a period. I took a test straight away. Nine months later, I and Spike had a baby girl to look after. We called her Nadia.
Life was great after Nadia was born; it made us even closer. The next few years whizzed by and soon Nadia was three, walking and talking.
I couldn't get enough of life then. I even continued to write. I had four books published over a five year period. Spike supported me every step of the way.
However, on my thirtieth birthday, he was gone. Just like that.