Buffy took a moment to think it over, but it wasn't really that hard of a decision. She caressed the cheek of her daughter. "How about Elizabeth Rose? She looks like a Lizzie."
Spike smiled in response. "I think it suits her. Where did you get Rose?"
"It was my grandmother's name. She would always spoil us when we were little. I could talk to her about anything and she was a great listener. She passed away when we were twelve, but there isn't a day that I don't think about her. She would always whisper to us from the bottom of the stairs on Christmas morning to let us know that Santa arrived. She let us take a peek before our parents woke up, they never knew about it. She was really sick, but would try to act like she wasn't around us. She was always so strong and didn't want us to worry, but we knew something wasn't right. She...She ended up dying in the hospital. I was with her when it happened. I was supposed to be in the waiting room, but I couldn't stay put. I just had to see her. It was hard on all of us after that."
Spike looked at her fondly. "I'm sorry about that, love. I guess that was never something your sister wanted to talk about, but I think it's the perfect name for this little angel. Now, what do you think would suit him?"
Buffy glanced down at her son and smiled. "William James, he's the spitting image of his father."
Spike was surprised that she wanted to name their son after him. He wiped his eyes and tried to keep his emotions in control. "That means a lot, love. Why did you pick James? Did you name him after your grandfather?"
She shook her head. "No, I just like the name. There's also a really hot actor named James that I love. I can't remember his last name, though."
They have a boy and girl.
