One Fish, Two Fish, Blue Fish, Too Many Fish: a Fluff Fic.
Title: One Fish, Two Fish, Blue Fish, Too Many Fish
Author: fenderlove
Rating: G!
Summary: This fic is total fluff. Complete and utter cotton candy sugar fluff, but I had to write it. Betta George and my OC Betta Paulina leave Spike to babysit their numerous offspring. Adorableness ensues. :D
One Fish, Two Fish, Blue Fish, Too Many Fish
“Thanks for agreeing to watch the kids tonight, Spike,” Betta George said, hovering up the stairs.
“I’m a little nervous about what I’ve gotten myself into. Beck told me Splendeens have a hundreds of offspring at a time,” Spike raised an eyebrow.
George laughed, “That’s true, but Paulina had one of the smallest caches of babies ever! You’ve got nothing to worry about!”
When George opened the door to his apartment, Spike saw a whole rainbow of small floating orbs. He was speechless. There may not have been a hundred baby Splendeen demons, but there were over two dozen. Before he could react, his vision was suddenly filled with a riot of pink and purple fins as Betta Paulina hovered in front of him.
As she thrust a notepad in his hand, “Here are all the kids’ names along with their feeding schedule. I’m sure you’ll do fine. Thanks so much for letting George and me have a night to ourselves!”
And with that, the door shut behind him, and he was alone with the twenty-six babies… who instantly started crying when they noticed their parents were gone. Spike almost dropped to his knees as he clutched his hands over his ears in reflex as the cries of the children telepathically echoed inside of his head.
Thinking he might be able to calm them down, he picked up the notepad and saw one of the babies’ names, “Which one of you is Bernadette, hm? Come on now, don’t cry. Bernadette?” He read the small note next to the name which indicated that Bernadette was light orange. He went and picked up one of the little fish floating a foot above the floor, “You’re light orange, so you must be Bernadette…” Then he saw another fish of a similar colour near the sofa, so he picked it up to compare. “So… which one of you is light orange and which is yellow orange? You both look the same…”
Both little fish wailed helplessly.
“I thought Splendeen babies would be, I don’t know, less like human babies!” Spike grew a bit frustrated, his head aching from all the crying. He sat on the couch, both fish in his arms, trying to jog them like human parents do with their sprogs, but he knew there was no way he could do this with all twenty-six babies. In a last ditch effort, he grabbed the television remote and flicked on the small set in the corner. The crying instantly dissipated as the little melon-sized balls of cute edged closer to the TV. The yellowy orange fish, one of which may or may not have been Bernadette, wriggled fussily, so he let them go, watching them float back to their siblings.
Spike checked the list again, reading what was expected of him in regards to the babies’ care. How was he supposed to keep up with this many wee fish? Suddenly, he felt something nudge his head. He turned to see a baby that was an exact miniature of Paulina. When he checked the list for pink, he smiled, taking the cantaloupe-sized orb of fins and scales in his hands, “Seraphina?”
The little fish made a strange chirruping noise and bumped what passed for her nose against the side of Spike’s face. He let the baby demon rest in his cupped hands. Betta Seraphina looked up at him with big brown eyes, chirping happily. He had to admit it; baby Splendeens were adorable.
Before he knew it, Spike was surrounded by George’s offspring as he sat on the couch. They were all looking at him rather curiously, chirping and whinging. He checked the list again, trying to gage which fish was which.
“Let’s see, Vanessa is emerald green… Nate is burnt sienna… Ringo is red… Wait… Ringo?” Spike paused curiously. Sure enough, there were also a John, Paul, and George Jr. on the list. He laughed, “Leave it to George to make Betta Beatles.”
As he went through the list, Spike realized he was missing one of the babies. He counted and checked the list to be certain, but he was definitely missing one of them. How could he lose a baby in less than five minutes? Checking behind the couch and the curtains, Spike wandered about the small apartment in his search, twenty-five baby Splendeens following him like ducklings toddling after their mother.
Spike entered what appeared to be the children’s room; laundry baskets filled with quilts were suspended from the ceiling and seemed to be their cradles. Typical baby toys, like stacking rings and rattles, littered the floor, and it took a lot of effort not to step on any of them.
“All right, weebles, you have to be nice to your Uncle Spike and help him…” he said in a calm, cheerful sort of kindergarten teacher voice.
The children seemed to conference amongst themselves, making loud chirps before squealing loudly, knocking Spike over in an attempt at a giant group hug. Spike found himself covered from head to toe in scaly baby demons.
“When I said ‘be nice,’ I meant that you should help me find where your brother or sister is hiding, not ‘give me a concussion,’” Spike groaned, rubbing the back of his head where it had connected with the floor. He sat up and realized Betta Seraphina was attempting to burrow beneath his shirt. Gently he tugged on her tail fins, pulling her away from his clothing. “Little lady, you are far too young to be interested in anything I’ve got under there,” he smiled, watching as she did a little somersault in the air and took a turn to ‘swim’ around his head.
As he watched her and the other babies bob about and play, Spike noticed the blankets in one of the baskets moving slightly. He stood up and moved the blankets aside to see a pale blue Betta, somewhat smaller than the rest, curled up in its basket. Spike stroked its little fins with his knuckles like one would pet a cat. The baby yawned and opened its large, watery eyes. Unlike George and Paulina, this Splendeen’s eyes were dark blue. At the moment it saw Spike and not one its parents, the little demon made its displeasure known by wailing like a teeny banshee.
“Hey, no tears,” Spike lifted the pale blue Splendeen from its basket. He marveled at how weightless the baby felt in his hands.
Not sure how to calm the small creature, Spike’s instincts kicked in, and he held it to his chest, purring in a pleasant fashion. It appeared to do the trick as the baby settled down, only making soft whimpering noises. The other Splendeens crowded around him at the sound, seeming to be awed. To Spike’s surprise, the babies began bobbing up and down, making “brr-brr” noises; they were attempting to purr!
“Oh, dear Lord, who ever heard of purring fish? Your da is going to blame me for making you all backwards!” Spike laughed, but ‘Little Blue,’ as he had mentally dubbed the baby that he held in his hands, still did not appear to be very happy.
Walking back into the living room area, Spike checked Paulina’s list and then looked at the clock. “I bet you’re all waiting for dinner, hm? Let’s see- ‘Puree the food in the red tub (ONLY) in the fridge. Give each baby ONE bottle,’” he read aloud. “I hope there are enough bottles to go around since I don’t fancy being cute’ed to death by a bunch of hungry baby fish.”
After letting Little Blue roam about in the cluster of its siblings, Spike arranged the blender and twenty-six small baby bottles on the counter, trying to be as efficient as possible.
“All right, let’s see what baby Splendeens eat…” Spike spoke more-or-less to himself, taking out a large red bucket from the refrigerator. He instantly regretted opening the bucket’s lid and resisted the urge to vomit. The bucket was filled to the brim with slimy, foul-smelling kuroi-oni demon worms. Quickly covering the bucket back up, Spike heard a collective unhappy chattering came from the babies.
“Demonic fish gotta eat demonic worms, I guess,” Spike pulled the collar of his t-shirt up over his hypersensitive nose as he poured the flopping grubs into the industrial-sized blender. “I suppose I should just be glad you drink from bottles and don’t need anyone to regurgitate your food for you.”
After fastening the lid tightly and hitting the ‘puree’ button, Spike felt George’s offspring, nudge his arms, all trying to get closer to watch the disgusting slop spinning around inside the blender. Holding back the need to wretch from the nauseating smell, Spike divvied up the revolting pabulum into each bottle then screwed the tops on.
Luckily for Spike, the babies had the strength to hold their bottles for themselves so he did not have to feed each one individually. He held out the last bottle for Little Blue, but the wee fish would not take it.
“Aren’t you hungry?” Spike said, holding out the bottle to the baby fish.
Little Blue’s response was to cover his teacup saucer-sized eyes with his tendril-y fins.
“None of that,” Spike chided, giving the bottle a little shake trying to tempt the smallest of George’s children into eating. “Your brothers and sisters are practically inhaling this stuff…”
It was true. The other little fish were rolling about and tumbling mid-air enjoying their wormy dinner. Little Blue just swerved right and then left with a grumpy look on his face. It appeared as though the fish were trying to shake his head a resounding ‘no’ to the contents of the baby bottle. Trying to recall every family sitcom and baby-related movie he had seen, Spike decided to try a little reverse psychology.
Holding the baby bottle up to his mouth, Spike said, “Mmm, this is so good I’m just going to eat it myself.” He pretended to put his lips on the bottle’s nipple, covering its tip with his finger so the baby could not see that there was no way he was going to risk accidentally getting any of the ground-up worm bits in his mouth.
Little Blue, however, was having no part of any of it and floated to the top of the refrigerator, hiding behind a box of cereal. Spike placed the bottle on the counter and sighed. He could not actually see what Little Blue was doing, and he silently cursed his short stature.
“Come down from there, cheeky,” Spike tried keeping his voice level, but he was steadily losing his patience. “You don’t have to eat if you don’t want to; just get down here.” His efforts to be pleasant were rewarded with an entire box of cornflakes to the face.
Spike stood there, momentarily stunned. Bits of cereal covered the floor in the kitchen, not to mention him. Throwing his duster off, he grabbed a chair and slammed it down in front of the fridge. Stepping up onto the seat, he grabbed for the baby Splendeen demon, but it sped out of his reach, swooping down to the floor and eating the cornflakes that had spilled out onto the floor.
“Bloody hell,” Spike growled, hopping down from the chair and grabbing the fish by its tail fins, probably a little harder than he should have. He pointed a finger into Little Blue’s face, “You’re a very bad fish!”
Little Blue’s expression crumpled, and it began to cry again. The small demon sounded so frightened. Spike felt a sudden pang of guilt as he came to the realization that he had been treating Little Blue like a puppy; it- no, he or she was a baby.
Loosening his grip on Little Blue’s fins, Spike cradled him in his arms, checking for any damage. He did not see any bruising or outward signs that he had injured the wee Splendeen.
“Are you okay?” Spike asked, concern evident in his voice. “Please, don’t cry. I’m sorry that I shouted. I shouldn’t have lost my temper like that. Look, you can have the cereal if that’s what you want, just don’t cry.” Picking up the discarded box of cornflakes, he poured some into a small bowl from the sink, “See? You can have as much as you want.”
Little Blue squirmed frantically, still making hiccup-y cries. Not wanting to upset the baby further, Spike let him go, watching as he practically dove into the bowl of cereal. Feeling like the biggest jerk in the world, Spike went back into the living room, slumping onto the couch and feeling a bit like crying himself. Putting his head in his hands and attempting to rub away the headache that was making his temples throb, he felt something bump against his cheek. Betta Seraphina was rubbing up against him.
“Thanks for the comfort, bitty,” he forced a smile, patting the top of her head.
Seraphina made a cooing sound and dropped one of her toys into his lap. Picking it up, Spike saw that it was a cloth fish, which greatly resembled Betta George when he had been turned into a puppet.
“Suppose this is what passes for a Barbie for you, hm?” he tried to give the toy back to her, but Seraphina ‘swam’ behind him, trying to nest in his hair. Sighing good-naturedly, he relaxed, “Just don’t drool on me after you’ve been eating that worm slime.”
After their meal, the rest of the babies began hovering a little more lazily, yawning and gathering around Spike on the couch, obviously ready for bedtime. Spike, too, was ready for a long sleep. Just as he was making himself a little more comfortable on the couch, he saw his duster mysteriously floating across the living room floor. Little Blue popped out from underneath the leather, dragging it with some difficulty over to Spike by the sleeve.
“Are you bringing me back my jacket, Baby Blue?” Spike laughed as the baby draped the duster over his boots. The small blue Splendeen demon made the odd ‘brr-brr’ noises as it nuzzled under Spike’s chin. Spike purred in return, which seemed to please Little Blue.
Making himself a little more comfortable, Spike laid down on the couch, all twenty-six little Splendeens curled up around him, which was the sight that greeted Betta George and Paulina when they returned to their apartment… That and a living room covered in toys and half-empty bottles of kuroi-oni worm porridge, and a kitchen decorated with cornflakes.
Hoping to curve some of Paulina’s wrath, George whispered cheerfully, “Look on the bright side; Spike managed to get them all to sleep at the same time. We’ve not managed to do that in three months.”
“I have half a mind to make him get up and clean this mess,” she fumed, picking up a few of the bottles. Noting the cereal in the kitchen floor, she added, “And he didn’t stop them from getting in the cereal. I told him that they should only have what was in the fridge.”
“I bet that was this one’s doing,” George chuckled softly, petting Little Blue, who was still curled up on Spike’s chest. When Little Blue stirred and gave a happy chirp, George added, “I hope you didn’t give your Uncle Spike too much of a hard time, William.”
X-posted @ nekid_spike.
Author: fenderlove
Rating: G!
Summary: This fic is total fluff. Complete and utter cotton candy sugar fluff, but I had to write it. Betta George and my OC Betta Paulina leave Spike to babysit their numerous offspring. Adorableness ensues. :D
One Fish, Two Fish, Blue Fish, Too Many Fish
“Thanks for agreeing to watch the kids tonight, Spike,” Betta George said, hovering up the stairs.
“I’m a little nervous about what I’ve gotten myself into. Beck told me Splendeens have a hundreds of offspring at a time,” Spike raised an eyebrow.
George laughed, “That’s true, but Paulina had one of the smallest caches of babies ever! You’ve got nothing to worry about!”
When George opened the door to his apartment, Spike saw a whole rainbow of small floating orbs. He was speechless. There may not have been a hundred baby Splendeen demons, but there were over two dozen. Before he could react, his vision was suddenly filled with a riot of pink and purple fins as Betta Paulina hovered in front of him.
As she thrust a notepad in his hand, “Here are all the kids’ names along with their feeding schedule. I’m sure you’ll do fine. Thanks so much for letting George and me have a night to ourselves!”
And with that, the door shut behind him, and he was alone with the twenty-six babies… who instantly started crying when they noticed their parents were gone. Spike almost dropped to his knees as he clutched his hands over his ears in reflex as the cries of the children telepathically echoed inside of his head.
Thinking he might be able to calm them down, he picked up the notepad and saw one of the babies’ names, “Which one of you is Bernadette, hm? Come on now, don’t cry. Bernadette?” He read the small note next to the name which indicated that Bernadette was light orange. He went and picked up one of the little fish floating a foot above the floor, “You’re light orange, so you must be Bernadette…” Then he saw another fish of a similar colour near the sofa, so he picked it up to compare. “So… which one of you is light orange and which is yellow orange? You both look the same…”
Both little fish wailed helplessly.
“I thought Splendeen babies would be, I don’t know, less like human babies!” Spike grew a bit frustrated, his head aching from all the crying. He sat on the couch, both fish in his arms, trying to jog them like human parents do with their sprogs, but he knew there was no way he could do this with all twenty-six babies. In a last ditch effort, he grabbed the television remote and flicked on the small set in the corner. The crying instantly dissipated as the little melon-sized balls of cute edged closer to the TV. The yellowy orange fish, one of which may or may not have been Bernadette, wriggled fussily, so he let them go, watching them float back to their siblings.
Spike checked the list again, reading what was expected of him in regards to the babies’ care. How was he supposed to keep up with this many wee fish? Suddenly, he felt something nudge his head. He turned to see a baby that was an exact miniature of Paulina. When he checked the list for pink, he smiled, taking the cantaloupe-sized orb of fins and scales in his hands, “Seraphina?”
The little fish made a strange chirruping noise and bumped what passed for her nose against the side of Spike’s face. He let the baby demon rest in his cupped hands. Betta Seraphina looked up at him with big brown eyes, chirping happily. He had to admit it; baby Splendeens were adorable.
Before he knew it, Spike was surrounded by George’s offspring as he sat on the couch. They were all looking at him rather curiously, chirping and whinging. He checked the list again, trying to gage which fish was which.
“Let’s see, Vanessa is emerald green… Nate is burnt sienna… Ringo is red… Wait… Ringo?” Spike paused curiously. Sure enough, there were also a John, Paul, and George Jr. on the list. He laughed, “Leave it to George to make Betta Beatles.”
As he went through the list, Spike realized he was missing one of the babies. He counted and checked the list to be certain, but he was definitely missing one of them. How could he lose a baby in less than five minutes? Checking behind the couch and the curtains, Spike wandered about the small apartment in his search, twenty-five baby Splendeens following him like ducklings toddling after their mother.
Spike entered what appeared to be the children’s room; laundry baskets filled with quilts were suspended from the ceiling and seemed to be their cradles. Typical baby toys, like stacking rings and rattles, littered the floor, and it took a lot of effort not to step on any of them.
“All right, weebles, you have to be nice to your Uncle Spike and help him…” he said in a calm, cheerful sort of kindergarten teacher voice.
The children seemed to conference amongst themselves, making loud chirps before squealing loudly, knocking Spike over in an attempt at a giant group hug. Spike found himself covered from head to toe in scaly baby demons.
“When I said ‘be nice,’ I meant that you should help me find where your brother or sister is hiding, not ‘give me a concussion,’” Spike groaned, rubbing the back of his head where it had connected with the floor. He sat up and realized Betta Seraphina was attempting to burrow beneath his shirt. Gently he tugged on her tail fins, pulling her away from his clothing. “Little lady, you are far too young to be interested in anything I’ve got under there,” he smiled, watching as she did a little somersault in the air and took a turn to ‘swim’ around his head.
As he watched her and the other babies bob about and play, Spike noticed the blankets in one of the baskets moving slightly. He stood up and moved the blankets aside to see a pale blue Betta, somewhat smaller than the rest, curled up in its basket. Spike stroked its little fins with his knuckles like one would pet a cat. The baby yawned and opened its large, watery eyes. Unlike George and Paulina, this Splendeen’s eyes were dark blue. At the moment it saw Spike and not one its parents, the little demon made its displeasure known by wailing like a teeny banshee.
“Hey, no tears,” Spike lifted the pale blue Splendeen from its basket. He marveled at how weightless the baby felt in his hands.
Not sure how to calm the small creature, Spike’s instincts kicked in, and he held it to his chest, purring in a pleasant fashion. It appeared to do the trick as the baby settled down, only making soft whimpering noises. The other Splendeens crowded around him at the sound, seeming to be awed. To Spike’s surprise, the babies began bobbing up and down, making “brr-brr” noises; they were attempting to purr!
“Oh, dear Lord, who ever heard of purring fish? Your da is going to blame me for making you all backwards!” Spike laughed, but ‘Little Blue,’ as he had mentally dubbed the baby that he held in his hands, still did not appear to be very happy.
Walking back into the living room area, Spike checked Paulina’s list and then looked at the clock. “I bet you’re all waiting for dinner, hm? Let’s see- ‘Puree the food in the red tub (ONLY) in the fridge. Give each baby ONE bottle,’” he read aloud. “I hope there are enough bottles to go around since I don’t fancy being cute’ed to death by a bunch of hungry baby fish.”
After letting Little Blue roam about in the cluster of its siblings, Spike arranged the blender and twenty-six small baby bottles on the counter, trying to be as efficient as possible.
“All right, let’s see what baby Splendeens eat…” Spike spoke more-or-less to himself, taking out a large red bucket from the refrigerator. He instantly regretted opening the bucket’s lid and resisted the urge to vomit. The bucket was filled to the brim with slimy, foul-smelling kuroi-oni demon worms. Quickly covering the bucket back up, Spike heard a collective unhappy chattering came from the babies.
“Demonic fish gotta eat demonic worms, I guess,” Spike pulled the collar of his t-shirt up over his hypersensitive nose as he poured the flopping grubs into the industrial-sized blender. “I suppose I should just be glad you drink from bottles and don’t need anyone to regurgitate your food for you.”
After fastening the lid tightly and hitting the ‘puree’ button, Spike felt George’s offspring, nudge his arms, all trying to get closer to watch the disgusting slop spinning around inside the blender. Holding back the need to wretch from the nauseating smell, Spike divvied up the revolting pabulum into each bottle then screwed the tops on.
Luckily for Spike, the babies had the strength to hold their bottles for themselves so he did not have to feed each one individually. He held out the last bottle for Little Blue, but the wee fish would not take it.
“Aren’t you hungry?” Spike said, holding out the bottle to the baby fish.
Little Blue’s response was to cover his teacup saucer-sized eyes with his tendril-y fins.
“None of that,” Spike chided, giving the bottle a little shake trying to tempt the smallest of George’s children into eating. “Your brothers and sisters are practically inhaling this stuff…”
It was true. The other little fish were rolling about and tumbling mid-air enjoying their wormy dinner. Little Blue just swerved right and then left with a grumpy look on his face. It appeared as though the fish were trying to shake his head a resounding ‘no’ to the contents of the baby bottle. Trying to recall every family sitcom and baby-related movie he had seen, Spike decided to try a little reverse psychology.
Holding the baby bottle up to his mouth, Spike said, “Mmm, this is so good I’m just going to eat it myself.” He pretended to put his lips on the bottle’s nipple, covering its tip with his finger so the baby could not see that there was no way he was going to risk accidentally getting any of the ground-up worm bits in his mouth.
Little Blue, however, was having no part of any of it and floated to the top of the refrigerator, hiding behind a box of cereal. Spike placed the bottle on the counter and sighed. He could not actually see what Little Blue was doing, and he silently cursed his short stature.
“Come down from there, cheeky,” Spike tried keeping his voice level, but he was steadily losing his patience. “You don’t have to eat if you don’t want to; just get down here.” His efforts to be pleasant were rewarded with an entire box of cornflakes to the face.
Spike stood there, momentarily stunned. Bits of cereal covered the floor in the kitchen, not to mention him. Throwing his duster off, he grabbed a chair and slammed it down in front of the fridge. Stepping up onto the seat, he grabbed for the baby Splendeen demon, but it sped out of his reach, swooping down to the floor and eating the cornflakes that had spilled out onto the floor.
“Bloody hell,” Spike growled, hopping down from the chair and grabbing the fish by its tail fins, probably a little harder than he should have. He pointed a finger into Little Blue’s face, “You’re a very bad fish!”
Little Blue’s expression crumpled, and it began to cry again. The small demon sounded so frightened. Spike felt a sudden pang of guilt as he came to the realization that he had been treating Little Blue like a puppy; it- no, he or she was a baby.
Loosening his grip on Little Blue’s fins, Spike cradled him in his arms, checking for any damage. He did not see any bruising or outward signs that he had injured the wee Splendeen.
“Are you okay?” Spike asked, concern evident in his voice. “Please, don’t cry. I’m sorry that I shouted. I shouldn’t have lost my temper like that. Look, you can have the cereal if that’s what you want, just don’t cry.” Picking up the discarded box of cornflakes, he poured some into a small bowl from the sink, “See? You can have as much as you want.”
Little Blue squirmed frantically, still making hiccup-y cries. Not wanting to upset the baby further, Spike let him go, watching as he practically dove into the bowl of cereal. Feeling like the biggest jerk in the world, Spike went back into the living room, slumping onto the couch and feeling a bit like crying himself. Putting his head in his hands and attempting to rub away the headache that was making his temples throb, he felt something bump against his cheek. Betta Seraphina was rubbing up against him.
“Thanks for the comfort, bitty,” he forced a smile, patting the top of her head.
Seraphina made a cooing sound and dropped one of her toys into his lap. Picking it up, Spike saw that it was a cloth fish, which greatly resembled Betta George when he had been turned into a puppet.
“Suppose this is what passes for a Barbie for you, hm?” he tried to give the toy back to her, but Seraphina ‘swam’ behind him, trying to nest in his hair. Sighing good-naturedly, he relaxed, “Just don’t drool on me after you’ve been eating that worm slime.”
After their meal, the rest of the babies began hovering a little more lazily, yawning and gathering around Spike on the couch, obviously ready for bedtime. Spike, too, was ready for a long sleep. Just as he was making himself a little more comfortable on the couch, he saw his duster mysteriously floating across the living room floor. Little Blue popped out from underneath the leather, dragging it with some difficulty over to Spike by the sleeve.
“Are you bringing me back my jacket, Baby Blue?” Spike laughed as the baby draped the duster over his boots. The small blue Splendeen demon made the odd ‘brr-brr’ noises as it nuzzled under Spike’s chin. Spike purred in return, which seemed to please Little Blue.
Making himself a little more comfortable, Spike laid down on the couch, all twenty-six little Splendeens curled up around him, which was the sight that greeted Betta George and Paulina when they returned to their apartment… That and a living room covered in toys and half-empty bottles of kuroi-oni worm porridge, and a kitchen decorated with cornflakes.
Hoping to curve some of Paulina’s wrath, George whispered cheerfully, “Look on the bright side; Spike managed to get them all to sleep at the same time. We’ve not managed to do that in three months.”
“I have half a mind to make him get up and clean this mess,” she fumed, picking up a few of the bottles. Noting the cereal in the kitchen floor, she added, “And he didn’t stop them from getting in the cereal. I told him that they should only have what was in the fridge.”
“I bet that was this one’s doing,” George chuckled softly, petting Little Blue, who was still curled up on Spike’s chest. When Little Blue stirred and gave a happy chirp, George added, “I hope you didn’t give your Uncle Spike too much of a hard time, William.”
X-posted @ nekid_spike.