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Chapter 4


Spike stood frozen in the doorway. Daughter? Buffy has a daughter? After
a minute, he remembered where he was and entered the house, closing the door
behind him. Crouching down in front of the little girl, he smiled and was
pleased when she returned the smile around the thumb she was sucking.

“Hello, Nibblet, my name’s Spike.”

Caitlyn smiled again before walking over to him and giving him a hug. Spike
glanced over at Buffy and saw the shocked look on her face.

“Caitlyn, honey, why don’t you go get your milk out of the fridge.”

“Okay, mommy,” she said, padding her way into the kitchen as both Buffy and
Spike straightened to their natural height.

Spike raised an eyebrow at Buffy. “You’ve got a lot of explaining to do.”

“I know, Spike, and that’s why I didn’t tell you in L.A. I mean, you
weren’t supposed to just show up out of the blue, on my front porch like
some knight in shining armor. It was just supposed to be one night. Just a
nice memory to look back on, and that was all,” she said with a heavy sigh.

“I don’t want just one night, Buffy,” he said, taking a step closer to her
and wrapping his arms around her waist.

“Spike, don’t. There’s things you don’t know and you don’t need to and…”
she trailed off as her daughter walked back into the room, a cup with a
built-in straw clutched between both hands.

Before anyone else could say anything, a loud knocking started at the door.
Buffy froze for a split second before crouching down in front of her
daughter.

“Honey, why don’t you take Spike upstairs and show him your room and all
your toys, okay?”

Caitlyn nodded and reached for Spike’s hand. He took her tiny hand in his
and looked at Buffy with a bewildered expression.

“Spike, please, just give me ten minutes.”

Spike’s expression changed to anger as he looked at the door where the
incessant banging hadn’t stopped.

“Is that him?” he asked with a livid expression.

“Spike, I will explain everything. Just give me a few minutes, okay?”

Spike nodded slightly before allowing himself to be led up the stairs.

Buffy took a long breath before opening the door and nearly fell over with
the force that it flew open.

* * * * *

Spike wandered around Caitlyn’s room as she gave him a running commentary of
all of her toys. It was a typical little girl’s room with a whitewashed
bed, chest, and toy box. A tiny whitewashed desk sat in the corner with
coloring books piled high. The lavender walls complimented the lavender
comforter with hints of pale pink in it. Pink accents also decorated a few
surfaces in the remainder of the room. Spike smiled at the little girl on
the floor telling him all of her dolls' names as she pulled them out of her
toy box, one by one. She was able to relax him with her innocent
explanations, even though it was driving him crazy not being downstairs and
sizing up his competition.

He turned his attention back to Caitlyn. It occurred to Spike that he had
never been a kid-friendly person, but this little girl was a delight. Maybe it
was because she was an extension of Buffy. Whatever the reason, he was a
little surprised by their mutual accepting of each other.

“So, Little Bit, how old are you?”

“Four, next month.”

Spike smiled at the enthusiasm in her voice as he stared at a picture on top
of the chest. Picking it up, he looked at the smiling faces of a younger
Buffy, baby Caitlyn, and a man who was holding her with. He had spiked brown hair and the same brown eyes as the girl sitting at his feet.

“This your daddy, Nibblet?”

Caitlyn stood up from her position on the floor and walked over to Spike.
She stared at the picture for a minute before nodding solemnly.





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