Love Remember Me

Seven months later as Buffy was giving birth to their child, she screamed, begged and pleaded for him to be there just so she could kick his undead ass.

“He has missed out on this whole pregnancy!” Buffy screamed as she pushed.

“He should be here. I should be biting him and not you,” she yelled looking at Xander.

Xander who had incurred most of the injuries in the delivery room backed away, holding his much bitten arm.

“It’s ok Buff. I can help from back here.” Buffy rolled her eyes and called him a sissy man under her breath.

“One more push Ms. Summers,” The doctor in between her legs said. The room got ghostly quiet as Buffy pushed, her face turning red. Everyone seemed to hold his or her breath until at last a cry was heard.

“It’s a girl!” The doctor said proudly holding the squalling infant in his hands.

Buffy cried out and smiled, silent tears running down her face. The baby was washed and wrapped in a clean blanket and finally the baby was handed to her.

“Hello little one,” she whispered smoothing the tuff white blond hair from her forehead. The baby heard her mother’s voice and stopped crying. She opened her crystal clear blue eyes and stared at her.

“My god you look just like your father,” she mused as she pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“Mmm I know what you are thinking. You want to know what your name is, don’t you little one? If I was a good mommy I would have had you named by now wouldn’t I have? Well how about Katie? Does that work for you? Katie Amber Summers.”

The baby looked up at Buffy and yawned, raising her tiny fist in the air as if to say that was fine with her. Buffy cooed at her as Katie fell to sleep in her arms.

Buffy watched her sleep, her tiny chest rising and falling with her breath. She smiled at her as a tear made its way down her face.

“I promise you Katie that I will be the best mommy in the world. I won’t let anyone hurt you ever. I’m the slayer damn it, no one touches my baby. I love you sweetie.” Buffy pressed another kiss to the baby’s head and held her close, promising all the things in the world to her.


*~*

Meanwhile somewhere on the other side of the world Spike had been fighting to the death. His chest and back were scratched and bleeding. His face was swollen and dirty. He lay on his back his eyes closed.
“You have endured the required trials.” A chilling voice said.

“Bloody right I have.” Spike struggled to get to his feet. Finally he was able and he stood, tall and proud. “So give me what I want. Make me what I was, so Buffy can get what she deserves.”

“Very well,” the demon replied.

“We will return your soul!” The demon’s hand shot out and landed on Spike’s chest. Spike cried out as the point where the hand was and his eyes glowed, returning his soul to his body.


*~*

Spike didn’t even remember how he got back to Sunnydale. But there he was two years later back in his old crypt. Clem had kept his promise and had left it nice and clean. He even stocked the fridge with blood and beer before Spike had come home.

Spike had been in agony since the return of his soul. He was seeing everyone he killed, hearing their voices in his head, feeling the pain of their death. He felt remorse for every single one of them that he had killed or caused pain to. It was over whelming, it drove Spike to the point of insanity. Half of the time he would be talking to voices in his head and scaring the hell out of the people around him.

He went out at night, not straying too far from his crypt fearing that he would run into Buffy. He didn’t want her to see him yet. He wanted to wait until he had the right words and a sane mind to face her. What he felt when he thought about what he almost did to her in that bathroom drove him to nearly staking himself. The pain so intense that he knew even death wouldn’t make it go away.

He glanced down at himself, disgusted at the dirt and grime that marred his frame. He made his way down the ladder to his bedroom and into the makeshift shower he had. While he was washing his hair he made a decision that he would see Buffy that night. She didn’t need to know he was there; he just needed to see her and make sure she was ok.

Little did he know things had changed dramatically since he had been gone.

*~*

“Ok Katie, hold on Mommy’s coming,” Buffy said from in front of the stove where she was warming the baby’s food.

“Mama Mama?” Katie said as she walked unsteadily into the kitchen.

“Honey I said I was coming with your yummies,” Buffy said smiling and picked Katie up in her arms.

“Kiss,” Katie demanded puckering her lips out. Buffy laughed and kissed her beautiful daughter.

“Who’s Mama’s baby?”

“Me!” Katie yelled as she flung her arms around Buffy’s neck.

Buffy laughed and finished getting Katie’s dinner ready. Together they went to the dining room table and sat down, Katie in her high chair. She was 15 months now and very curious. She was into everything, things she should be in, things she shouldn’t be in. Buffy chalked it up to being just like her father. She looked just like him. Her blond hair getting whiter and whiter making Buffy wonder if Spike even bleached his hair. Her eyes were still that deep blue that would change according to her moods.

She found Katie giving her looks so were so much like Spike that Buffy would look for him around the house. Katie would cock her head and say Mama as if she didn’t believe what Buffy was trying to tell her, another Spike characteristic. Buffy would roll her eyes and pick Katie up and swing her around, their laughter ringing through the halls.

Buffy took pictures of everything Katie did and had them scattered in various frames around the house. The living room was literally littered with everything Katie, top to bottom. Katie’s new favorite thing was Dora the Explorer and she would watch it religiously. She was afraid of Oobi and didn’t understand how hands could talk like that. Buffy would try to show her but Katie would end up crying. So Dora it was and boy was it. Dora and Boots covered every inch of the house.

The only ones home tonight were Buffy and Katie. Dawn was out at a friend’s house. Willow and Tara were living together in Tara’s dorm and Xander was out on a date. Buffy relished the time she had alone with her daughter. It was so amazing to her that she had this little person who was hers. Dawn was her sister, but Katie was hers. She made Katie. She would gaze upon her while she slept and fall more in love with her with every passing moment.

After Katie had finished dinner they sat down on the couch to watch a little tv. Katie had dozed off in Buffy’s arms and Buffy put her down on the couch, covering her with a blanket. She was just about to start cleaning the toys when the doorbell rang. She glanced quickly at the slumbering baby and went to the door. She opened it and looked outside.

“Hey kid,” a man said coming out from the blanket of shadows.