[For Xander] A new arrival.
Most nights, by now Spike would be settled in his cave, letting the fire he lit most nights die slowly and having one last smoke before bed. But tonight he was wide awake, the fire unlit, standing at the mouth of the cave and looking out into the nearby trees as he smoked and thought.
He was a father. There was really no doubt in his mind that William was his, now that he'd seen the baby, held him. There was a new weight of responsibility on his shoulders because of that--but a joy like he'd never felt had been born in him tonight, as he'd held his son in his arms. He was going to be a good father, somehow.
He was a father. There was really no doubt in his mind that William was his, now that he'd seen the baby, held him. There was a new weight of responsibility on his shoulders because of that--but a joy like he'd never felt had been born in him tonight, as he'd held his son in his arms. He was going to be a good father, somehow.