A/N: I'm BAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!! I know it's been a SUPER long time since I last uploaded. I can't BEGIN to tell you what happened. Well, basically, the writer's block came back worse than before. But I'm sorry if you've been sitting at home, wondering what would happen next. Here it is!
"How about Jake?" Camilla suggested to Faye as the best buds sat on the couch playing Scrabble.
Faye gave Camilla a disgusted look. "Ew! Jake? Come on, Camilla! Get real. Get with the times! Jake? Serious-"
"OKAY! OKAY!" Camilla yelled, trying to stop Faye from her nagging fest.
Faye giggled, placing a 'y' on the end of Camilla's word 'sex'. "Sorry."
"Sexy, Faye?"
"Oh…why thank you." Faye gave her best friend a conceited smile. Camilla shook her head at her friend's humor.
"I like Brandon, personally." Faye said, continuing on with suggesting baby names.
"Hm. Me too. But I want to give him a unique name. Something that people would say, 'damn, I wish I would have named my son that'."
Faye smiled. "You know, you're forgetting about if it were a girl. I thought that that was what you wanted in the first place."
"Well," Camilla grabbed the bag of letters, pulling out an 'n' and a 'c', "Jet and I were talking and…I think I want a boy now."
"I don't think Spike and I would ever have children. He's so weird around them."
Camilla rolled her eyes at the sound of Spike's name. "I know." She grabbed three letters: an 'o' and the new 'n' and 'c' she'd pulled from the letter bag. On the end of Faye's word 'con', Camilla continued the word out. It spelled 'Connor'. The women slowly looked at each other, smiling, thinking the exact same thing to each other.
"WE'RE HOME!!!" The girls shot their glances to the front door where their partner's were entering with a bunch of paint and a large crib. Camilla shot up, walking towards the door.
"What are doing with all this stuff?!"
"It's for the baby! Spike and I got paint and a crib so we can start on the baby's room." Jet, noticing the confused look on his wife's face, began to become a little puzzled himself. "What's wrong, hun?
"Why are you getting things for the baby now? We don't even know what sex it is!"
"Sweetheart, we can always re-paint it."
"I'm goin' out for a smoke." Spike said, putting the paint down onto the floor, pushing his hands into his pockets and walking onto the bebop's deck.
Seeing that there was a serious fight brewing, Faye ran out onto the deck, following her boyfriend.
At the sound of the deck door closing, Camilla began to speak. "Jet, you're wasting money."
Jet placed the crib down onto the floor. "How's that wasting money, Camilla?
"You pay for paint and paint the crib but you don't know what sex it is! You could paint it blue and the baby would be a girl! You have no idea!"
"Cam, it's not a big deal…"
"Oh, yes it is a big deal, Jet! We have no money to waste! We hardly have enough money to have all these people living here!"
Jet grabbed the crib and angrily walked out of the living room.
"Jet?" Camilla yelled. "JET!"
"Camilla wants to name her son Connor." Faye said quietly as she watched the beautiful sunset on the ocean. Spike hadn't said a word since they'd been outside.
He took one last long drag from his cigarette then tossed the butte into the ocean. "I don't think Jet and Camilla are gonna be able to survive their marriage."
Faye shot a worried look at Spike who sat emotionless watching the sun go down, his head and eyes straight forward, soft smoke mystically swimming up from his mouth. "Spike, why do you say that?"
Spike looked at his girlfriend, absently. "Did you see the way she was acting when she saw that crib and the paint? She always acts like that and you can't say that she doesn't." He looked back at the ocean.
Spike was totally right. Faye just didn't want to admit that he was. She'd believed in Camilla and Jet for so long. She believed that they were soul mates. But nobody could deny that Camilla had been acting quite funny lately.
"She's just pregnant. All pregnant women are bitches."
"She's been like that well before she was pregnant."
"Spike, why don't you believe in them, huh?"
"Only thing I believe in is us." Faye was taken aback by the emotion filled look that Spike gave her. A combination of love, hurt, pleasure, pain. "Maybe I don't tell you this as much but…I do love you, Faye. More than anything in this world. I'd do absolutely anything for you. You're all I have. You're my everything."
Faye wanted to collapse into tears as she heard Spike tell her this. She never thought that he would ever even think about saying something so meaningful to her. Faye swallowed back her tears and whispered back, "I love you, too, Spike."
Spike gently caressed Faye's alabaster cheek and brought his thin lips to hers. As Spike gently kissed her, Faye's emotions could barely stay within her being. Water began to pour from her eyes like a fountain.
Spike swiftly thumbed away her tears, pulling away from her and looking into her jade eyes. "You have nothing to worry about. I'll always be here for you. And I'll always love you." He whispered, entranced by Faye's gaze.
Faye sniffled and quickly nodded. "Okay."
"Now, smile for me." Spike gave her his killer signature smile.
Faye giggled, looking down at her hands.
"There." Spike dropped his hand from Faye's cheek and turned back towards the ocean. By this time, the sun was already down.
"So, what did you and…." As soon as Spike turned back towards Faye, Faye consumed his lips with hers, placing her hand onto his shaft and slowly caressing it through his clothes.
Spike quickly wrapped his arms around Faye's tiny waist, groaning within her mouth. Faye slowly separated from Spike, standing up and sultrily walking back into the Bebop and into their room.
"Hey!, Where ya goin'?" Spike yelled after her, then finally getting up and following her.