Epilogue
Three years later—February 13th
"Momma, your dress was pretty," Emma, Buffy's daughter said as she and Buffy poured over wedding photo's.
"Thanks baby. Daddy and I were very happy that day."
Emma grinned, flopping her light brown hair over her shoulder in a very
Buffy like fashion and then fastening her hazel eyes on the photos again.
Buffy grinned as she watched her daughter pour over the pictures.
It was the day before Emma's third birthday and when Buffy had asked her
if she wanted to see pictures of when her and Daddy got married, and she
was still in Mommy's tummy, Emma had jumped at the offer. She kept
pointing at Buffy's tummy in the pictures and saying "Is that me in dere?"
Course then, she hadn't been showing, she'd only been 8 weeks when Spike
has whisked her off to Vegas and she'd worn the dress Lorne had insisted
she wear for Harmful's wedding while Spike wore the suit he had gotten for
it.
"Daddy looks hansum," Emma gushed. Buffy smiled. Emma and Spike
adored each other—she was definitely Daddy's girl that was for sure. From
day one, Spike had bestowed Emma with love. He hadn't been kidding
when he'd said he considered Emma his. She still remembered asking him if
he was terribly disappointed that Emma was a girl instead of the boy he'd
been expecting. He told her with tears in his eyes that all thought of her
gender flew out the window the minute he'd laid eyes on her. She then
smugly told him that there were some things she was right about and that
he should listen to her more often too. He told her he'd do anything she
wanted since she'd made him a father.
"Where's Nana and Poppa in the pictures?" Emma asked, looking up at
Buffy questioningly.
"Uh, Nana and Papa couldn't make it baby." She remembered that having
not gone over well. However, she did let Joyce plan a huge party for them
afterwards which was nearly like having another wedding/reception.
"Who's dat guy in all the sparkles?"
Buffy smiled, "The Elvis Impersonator."
"What's an Elvis Imsenator?"
Buffy giggled at that. "Someone who dresses up like Elvis."
"Who is Elvis?"
"A singer."
"Why couldn't he come?"
"He uh, was sick."
"Why?"
"Princess?" Both Buffy and Emma's heads snapped up at the sound of
Spike's voice in the doorway.
"Yeah?" Both girls said at the same time.
He grinned. "Princess Emma," he clarified. "Uncle Angel and Aunt Cordy
are here. Why don't you help them? They've got big suitcases."
"Okay!" Emma squeeled and rushed up to her father. "Is Uncle Jonathan
and Aunt Fred coming over tomorrow for my birthday too?"
Spike swooped Emma up in his arms and she hugged him tightly. "Of
course Princess. And your cousin Jake of course."
"Yay! Okay, I go see Uncle Angel now," and she squired out of his arms and
bounded down the hall. Buffy could hear her squealing as Angel was no
doubt tossing her up in the air.
"And how was the gallery today Mr. Giles?" she asked him, looking up
adoringly at Spike.
"Good. Got to look at it one last time before tonight, make sure it looks all
right."
"And does it?"
"Naturally. So. Ready for tonight kitten?" He asked her as he sat behind
her on the bed and kissed her shoulder tenderly. He slid his hands around
her waist and pulled her closer against him.
"I am. You're not though."
"I ever tell you how much I love this dress?" he murmured fingering the
satiny silver fabric and then trailing his fingers over to the spaghetti straps.
Buffy grinned. "I believe you mentioned something about being able to
whip it off easier."
He chuckled and nibbled on her ear. "And I'll be able to test that theory
tonight."
"Not if you don't get ready. We have dinner and then your showing and
then—"
"The hotel," he growled lustfully.
"Our early Valentine's," Buffy sighed and titling her neck to give Spike
more access. Three years later and they still went after each other with a
hunger that they were sure would never be sated.
"Are you guys done?" Angel stood smirking at them in the doorway.
"Like you don't snog your wife when you get the chance," Spike balked at
him.
"We don't have kids," Angel pointed out.
"Yet. Soon brother dear, soon! In what? Two months?" Buffy asked,
smiling brightly.
"Yeah, two months," he echoed, suddenly looking fearful.
Buffy jumped up and hugged him. "Don't worry. If Harmony can change a
diaper, so can you."
"She has nannies, remember? She married that rich Italian guy and all she
has to do is pop the kids out and has nannies take care of her kids," Angel
pointed out. "She's such a free loader."
"Hey, at least we don't have to deal with her any more!" Buffy pointed out
cheerfully.
"Thank God," Angel and Spike agreed at the same time.
"Come on Angel, my hubby needs to get ready. I'm going to visit while you
get dressed honey!"
"You want to help at all?" Spike suggested lightly.
"Spike, gross." Angel wrinkled his nose and Spike laughed as brother and
sister left the room.
"Ooohh…Spike it looks wonderful in here," Buffy breathed as she and her
husband stepped into the gallery. His paintings lined the walls and she
smiled. It was like being surrounded by the things she loved. There were
impressions of them –naked bodies entwined, but turned so one couldn't
see their faces, as well as snapshots of places they'd been and visited—
Marblehead, her hometown was prominent. When they'd had time to spend
there and Buffy was able to show her around Spike had been charmed by
the town and set a lot of his paintings there. The way he captured scenes,
Buffy felt as if she could jump in the paintings and be part of it. Of course, a
lot of the things he did were centered on her and Emma. Those were the
pieces that hung all over the apartment, not to mention her parents and his
fathers. Even Lorne and Angel had some of his work and paid for them.
They needn't have bothered hiring someone to do their family portrait;
Spike could do it with his eyes closed.
Buffy sighed as she gazed at his pieces.
"What is it luv?" Spike asked her, standing close behind her and placing a
hand on her shoulder.
"I wish we had a house to put be able to hang up all your stuff. I wish we
had a house that you could work out of instead of having to rent space."
"A house like that?" Spike pointed to a canvas of a house. A large pastel
blue Victorian with a wrap around porch and a chimney. It was large,
ornate and gorgeous. The kind of house Buffy dreamt of them living in.
"Yeah, like that one. Where did you find that? Marblehead?"
"Nope."
"Where?"
"Concord."
"Oh really? That was a really beautiful area. A nice Norman Rockwell kind
of place."
"The house had a huge backyard. The people who lived there before left
the place in mint condition. Even had a swing in the backyard. All hardwood
floors and the trim around the doors and windows were preserved well."
She looked up at him, knitting her brows. "Spike, did you ask those people
if you could go in their home and look around so you could paint it?"
He grinned. "No. I asked them if I could go in their home and look around
so I could decide if I should buy it."
She spun to face him, looking up at him with a blank expression. "What?"
"That's our home Buffy. Our new home." He was smiling broadly at her.
"You're kidding," and she waited for him to say he was.
He shook his head. "Nope. It's ours. We can move as early as next month."
"That's really our home?" she asked in awe as she gazed over our shoulder
at the house.
"Yep. I found it while I was looking online for houses. I called the real
estate agent, went down there, met the nice people who were leaving it to
move to Arizona, and snatched it up. They were so desperate to move, it
barely cost anything."
"Why were they desperate to move?"
"Sickness in the family. The wife's mother was ill and she wanted to be
there. Plus all her family was there and she felt disconnected. Real nice
people. They gave me their phone number if I should have any questions,"
Spike explained.
Buffy's eyes filled with tears, happy tears. "I want to see it!"
"I figured you would. I booked us a room at the Concord Inn."
She threw her arms around him and squealed. "I have the best husband in
the whole wide world!"
"Told you once there wasn't anything I wouldn't do for you and Emma."
"She's going to LOVE it!"
"Come on kitten. Let's rub elbows so we can go to our new home," and he
took her hand, leading her off to speed up the process.
"The commute won't be so bad. Forty-five minutes tops," Buffy rambled
as they made their way up the path to the house. She stopped and gazed up
at their new home, feeling a sense of peace and belonging wash over her.
Yep, this was most definitely it. "It's gorgeous. I can see pumpkins on the
porch at Halloween and jack o' lanterns in the window. Oh! I can see big
baskets of flowers in the spring all along the porch and candles in the
window during Christmas time. Emma will LOVE that we can get a REAL
tree—a HUGE tree and make it as gawdy as we want it. We can have
barbecue's in the backyard and Emma can ride her bike on the sidewalk. ..."
Spike smiled as he listened to Buffy plan their life. It was the same vision
he'd had when he'd seen the house. It had nearly killed him to keep it a
secret for so long. He wanted to wait for the right moment and since he and
Buffy were all about surprises, it seemed Valentine's was the best time to
do it.
Leading her in the house, he handed her a flashlight that he had kept in the glove compartment for the night and let her run him all over the house as she oohed and awed over it. She nearly cried when Spike showed her the room he'd chosen for Emma and in it had placed the horse Buffy had as a child. Hank had brought it up to him to help surprise Buffy.
"There are five bedrooms!?" Buffy exclaimed as they made their way back
to the foyer. "And they're HUGE!!"
"I can set up my studio downstairs and work from there and you can take
one of the bedrooms for a study if you wanted."
"So far we're only going to need three bedrooms," Buffy said thoughtfully.
"Already planning to make one into a guest room?"
She looked up at him, a small smile playing on her lips. "No. One for us, the
one for Emma and one for," she patted her stomach, "Junior. As in Buffy
Junior of course," and she grinned.
Spike's eyes widened. "WHAT?"
"I just found out today. I was going to tell you once we were alone. We're
pregnant."
Spike whooped and gathered her in his arms. "Baby, you've just made the
happiest man in the world. AGAIN."
She held onto him tightly. "I'm glad you're happy."
"Happy? I'm beyond happy," he looked down at her and kissed her
soundly. "You never cease to amaze me, Buffy. God, I love you so much,"
he said huskily and kissed her again.
"I love you too. And to think it all started with a little white lie."
He smiled, "A little white lie that I intended on making the truth."
"Just don't ever tell my mother," she warned him.
He laughed. "Wouldn't dream of it." He gazed at her solemnly. "I told you
then that Emma was mine."
"No doubt about that. I think she'd kick me down the stairs to get to you."
He smiled, "What can I say? She's my girl."
Buffy smiled up at him. "And so am I."
"Always were Buffy," he told her tenderly.
"Well, now we might be able to put Merry Maids back in business again,"
she sighed and looked around.
Spike laughed. "Oh? How do you figure?"
"No way I'm cleaning all this by myself while running after Emma and a
baby!"
"Now pet, are you sure it's going to be a girl again?"
"I don't know, but I was right the last time, I was hoping to go two for
two."
"I think it'll be a boy this time."
"William Junior?"
"Perhaps," and he grinned. "I love you Mrs. Giles."
"I love you too, Mr. Giles."
A/N; Thank you to each and every one of you that supported this story and faithfully reviewed. You have no idea how much that meant to me, and continues to mean to me. I have to say, I'm really sad to see this one go. I had so much fun writing it and I'm glad you guys had fun reading it. I think I'm going to cry! lol
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