Go From Here

Epilogue

Three years later

"Auuggggggghhhhhhh!"

"Breathe baby, breathe."

"Don't tell me what the fuck to do!"

"Buffy—"

"If you're going to say anything remotely encouraging and supportive then
I suggest you get the hell out of the room RIGHT NOW!"

"Isn't there anything you can give her? This isn't my wife. It's Linda Blair."

Spike and Buffy sat in their cushy living room, formerly just Spike's home,
watching the video he made of the birth of their son, Justin William Reeves.
For some odd reason Buffy had the urge to see the video. Probably because
Justin was a year and growing so fast it made Buffy's heart ache to
remember how small he used to be. Spike had suggested she just look at old
photo's instead of the tape, but she had insisted on the tape.

"I didn't do that, did I?" she asked, horrified.

Spike nodded, "you did. Emasculated me, you did."

"I remember that I was in pain, I just don't remember how much. I
suppose that's what makes some women go back for more."

"Or they figure out there are drugs to be had."

Buffy nodded. "Good point. Epidural next time, I'm thinking."

Spike smiled. "So you still want more after seeing that?"

"Do you?"

"Buffy, I want a village. You know this."

She giggled and then stopped suddenly. Jumping up, she ran from the
room. Spike started after, startled. "Buffy?" Then he heard it. Justin was
crying. He found her in Justin's room – with the original Winnie the Pooh
theme all over the walls – taking a whimpering Justin out of his crib.

"All done with your nap, honey?" Buffy cooed gently at the tiny baby with
the light brown mop of curls and eyes as blue and sparkling as his fathers.
Justin curled up against Buffy, peering over her shoulder as she carried him
from the room at his father who followed the pair and made funny faces at
his son, trying to get him to laugh. Which he did, beaming at his father and
belly laughing. He reached for Spike and Buffy smiled, turning and
relinquishing Justin to Spike.

Walking into the kitchen, Spike went for the fridge to grab Justin his sippy
cup.

"You made sure you only filled that half with juice and the rest with water
right?" Buffy asked as she went to find the vanilla wafers from Gerber
Justin liked so much.

Spike rolled his eyes, "yes dear."

"You know what? I think you've been hanging out with Xander and Anya
too much. I don't nag like she does. I don't need the ‘yes dear.'" She paused
and then looked at him worriedly. "Do I?"

Spike chuckled and strapped Justin into high chair. "No, dear."

Buffy swatted him playfully and crumbled up the wafers on the tray. Justin
grabbed at them and his juice simultaneously.

Buffy giggled as Justin sucked on his sippy cup whilst holding onto the
wafers in his hand for dear life.

"So, pet. You're off for the summer in a couple weeks, yeah?" Spike asked
as he sat down at the kitchen table, next to his son.

"Yup. Where are we going to go for vacation this summer? When do you
have off? I was thinking we could take Justin somewhere fun."

"As opposed to somewhere boring."

She stuck her tongue out at her husband.

"How bout if we took him to his pops hometown?"

Buffy wrinkled her forehead. "Sunnydale? Spike, I try not to see my
parents very much."

"Buffy, go look under the iron in the closet."

She looked at him as if he were nuts. "Under the IRON?"

"It's a surprise and the one thing you don't do in the house is iron so I
figured it'd be safe."

"All right . . . "

Spike looked over at Justin who was smiling at his daddy. "She's gonna love
it Justin. So will you. Been wanting to take you to—"

"LONDON!!!"

"—For a long time."

Buffy came tearing into the kitchen, flushed, eyes wide and clutching the
tickets in her hand. "Are you serious? We're going to London?"

Spike nodded slowly and stood. "Yup."

Buffy squealed and launched herself in Spike's arms. "Yay!! Hear that
Justin? Daddy's taking us to London!!"

Justin babbled happily and then went back to munching on his wafers.

Buffy pulled back enough to plant a big kiss on Spike's lips.

"Been a long time coming that trip, don't you think?" Spike whispered.

"Roaring fire, right?"

Spike nodded slowly. "I keep my promises and I promised you. Sorry I was
so late."

"Doesn't matter how late we were. Just matters that we've made it."

Spike leaned in, and brushed his lips against hers. "Till death to us part."

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