Spike was driving back from Los Angeles, his visit with his grand sire had been less then pleasant and he had felt the need to speed out of there as quick as he could, cutting his planned trip short by 4 days. His prized Desoto struggled to climb the hill, it's engine suffering from years of damage, but he still couldn't bring himself to get rid of it, not after all the memories it had been a part of. Allie had insisted he buy a new car, so he had, he had just never driven it, well almost never. The dark green four wheel drive gathering dust in his wives and his garage, driven a total of four times. Once when the twins were born, once after they were born-back to the house, once when his Desoto had broken down and Allie desperately needed toilet paper, and once when his Desoto had been stolen and he had driven around looking for it.
The hill he had been driving up was now behind him, so he put his foot down and sped off with little resistance, bar a little cough the engine made. Spike was well on his way back to Sunnydale to meet his perfect family and the used-to-be-maybe-friends-scoobies. He hadn't seen them since in six years, for all he cared they could have dropped dead. But he put up with them, because Allie deserved some twisted version of a family visit with her children and husband, happy and polite and pleasant to each other. He remembered the last time he had visited and Giles looked ready to croak, he was nearly a hundred and wasn't the charming older guy he used to be, he was falling apart. Organs stopped working, body giving up; it made Spike feel grateful he wasn't human. But Allie was, and one day he'd watch her rot and break and die, and she would be just another body again.
He spotted a mall and made a sharp turn into the parking lot, stopping carelessly and ignoring the disgruntled cries of people as he hopped out of his car and away from the last two remaining spots in the whole lot. He glided into the mall and headed straight for the supermarket, grabbing a couple of treats for his little girls and then walking over to the register, picking up a magazine for Allie on the way. Wouldn't want to upset the women when you're in a house full of them.
He ignored the robotic greeting the cashier was giving him and shoved his credit card into the young boys face. The boy, Sam his name tag said, handed back the card and Spike picked up his bags. He strode back out of the mall and to his car, grabbing the ticket off his windshield and ripping it up. Opening up his door he jumped in and sped in front of several cars, back onto the highway heading for Revello Drive, Sunnydale.
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Allie walked into the house yet again, holding the two sleeping angels in her arms. She gently put down her keys and slid of her shoes so she wouldn't wake the girls. She cooed at there innocent and relaxed faces as she walked up the stairs towards the guest room with two little cribs in it. She lay Shaylee down in the bed on the right and then Trinity in the one opposite. She tucked them both in and sat down, humming random tunes as she backed away and sat down in a chair to watch them sleep.
"Goodnight, my princesses"
She curled up and waited for her gorgeous husband to come home for her and the twins.