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Epilogue


Seven Years Later


“Mommy’s home!” Spike yelled as he put down his two daughters, both of them
taking off to wrap their arms around their mother as she walked through the
door.

Buffy laughed, awkwardly bending down to give hugs and kisses to her little
blue eyed girls while they chattered about their day.

After a few minutes, Spike smiled and separated his girls from their mother.
“You two go play,” he said, shooing them toward their rooms.

Buffy smiled, greeting her husband with a kiss as he wrapped his arms around
her. “How are you, baby?” he asked softly.

“Tired,” Buffy replied. She was still working at the school, and the long
days were slowly wiping her out.

“Yeah,” Spike said sympathetically as he brushed his lips against her
forehead before kneeling down to nuzzle the swollen expanse of her belly.
“And how’s my third little princess?”

Buffy giggled, running her hands through his soft hair as he ran his hands
over her taut stomach. She was eight months pregnant with their third
daughter and feeling like she was going to pop any day. “She’s fine,” Buffy
said, her hands never stopping their movement. “She’s been kicking up a
storm all day.”

“Active little thing, aren’t you?” Spike asked her tummy with a chuckle.

He slowly stood up, reluctant to leave the soothing motion of her hands but
knowing she was ready to sit down after a rough day.

“You lay down on the couch,” he said, helping her over to it. “I’ll go
check on the girls and then make you some tea.”

Buffy nodded gratefully as she snuggled into the cushions. The past seven
years were a blur to both Buffy and Spike. After Drusilla had been
indefinitely committed to a mental institution, and was still there to this
day, Spike had felt guilty for pushing her over the edge, sinking into a
mild depression and desperately holding onto Buffy for support.

Buffy finally went with him to see a therapist and with some work, convinced
Spike that Drusilla’s mental problems had been there long before she’d even
met Spike. In fact, she was probably more damage to him than he was to
her.

Several months later, when they had settled into a healthy, comfortable
relationship, Spike made good on his promise to propose, giving her the
candlelight, champagne, and himself. He’d announced that he’d sold
everything that reminded him of Drusilla- the house, the cars, even the
apartment that Buffy had lived in, claiming that it reminded him of times
when he thought he could never have her.

The couple had been married a year later in a big wedding (at Spike’s
request, wanting to give his bride everything). A few months after, Buffy
had announced that she was pregnant, sending Spike into a tailspin of
decorating the nursery, pampering his wife, and rearranging his life and
career so he could be a stay-at-home dad. He had employed his old butler
Wesley as manager of his business, and Buffy had been shocked when he’d
announced he was going to run his PR business from their house, but she had
eagerly agreed, not wanting to give up her job so soon.

Five years, and nearly three little girls, later- the couple was as happy as
they’d ever been. Spike had eventually given up his resentment of Lindsey,
since he still worked at the school, but he still wasn’t on the best of
terms with him and knew he never would be.

“Are we still going out with Red and Tara?” Spike called from the kitchen.

“Change of plans,” Buffy called back. “I feel so swollen I can barely move,
so they’re going to bring over pizza and movies after we get the girls to
sleep.”

“Great,” Spike said grudgingly, walking into the living room with a steaming
mug of tea. “So, I guess I’m going to be subjected to a realm of chick
flicks, am I right?”

Buffy laughed as Spike handed her the mug, sitting down next to her. “I
wouldn’t be surprised…but you’ll stick around for me, right?” she asked with
a pout.

Spike smiled, kissing her pouty lip before breaking away and trailing kisses
along her jaw and down her neck. “You know I will,” he said in a husky
whisper.

Buffy set the mug down, turning to give him a better angle to her neck and
sighing at the feel of his soft lips against her skin. “I can’t wait till
this baby gets here,” he murmured against her throat.

“Me neither,” Buffy replied, running her hands through his hair.

“That way we can get started on a fourth.”

Buffy pulled away, her eyes wide as she looked at him. “What!?!”

Spike tried to suppress his laughter, biting his bottom lip and trying to
convey an innocent look. “Well, I’m going to want a boy eventually, luv.”

Buffy raised an eyebrow at her husband. “Then you can carry the next one
for nine months.”

Spike finally laughed, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. “It’s a deal. And
we will definitely have fun trying.”

Buffy giggled as they fell back on the couch laughing and kissing,
exchanging soft touches and whispers as they looked at each other, showing
all of their feelings with a simple look.

Spike’s expression turned serious as he looked at Buffy, brushing the hair
out of her eyes.

“Something wrong?” Buffy asked.

Spike shook his head, a smile playing on his lips as their two girls came
running down the stairs, throwing themselves on the couch with their
parents. Spike and Buffy laughed as their daughters began talking against
each other. Spike raised his eyes back to his wife’s, getting lost in her
emerald depths as the sounds of their girls faded into the background.

“I’ve waited for this for so long,” he said, running his hand over her
stomach.

“The baby?” Buffy asked, tilting her head to his.

“The family,” Spike replied. “A family with you.”

Buffy gave him a warm smile before they began laughing again as the girls
wedged their way in between them. Buffy leaned forward, capturing Spike’s
lips in a tender kiss as a chorus of ‘eews’ filled the air. Breaking away
from each other, Spike smiled. “Even if they do know how to spoil the
moment.”

Pressing his lips to hers for another kiss, Spike and Buffy suppressed their
laughter as more shrieks surrounded them.




THE END





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