Since it's past midnight.
Happy Birthday mommanerd!
In honor of her day (and to show the depths of my love), here's a little fluffy, Spuffy drabble:
Putting Down Roots
"I’ve done plenty of digging in my life, but this," Buffy said, driving the spade into the ground, "is a first."
"Making up for lost time. My people never had much cause to celebrate this particular holiday, luv."
"‘My people?’"
"You know. Before." He tried looking dignified, but failed miserably as he waddled the burlap-wrapped bundle closer to the hole. "Some help here?"
"Thought you’d never ask."
Afterwards, she watched him survey the newly mounded earth.
"A right nice sight."
"Definitely," she murmured, pulling away the hand that was shading his eyes and kissing his mouth. "Happy Arbor Day Spike."
In honor of her day (and to show the depths of my love), here's a little fluffy, Spuffy drabble:
Putting Down Roots
"I’ve done plenty of digging in my life, but this," Buffy said, driving the spade into the ground, "is a first."
"Making up for lost time. My people never had much cause to celebrate this particular holiday, luv."
"‘My people?’"
"You know. Before." He tried looking dignified, but failed miserably as he waddled the burlap-wrapped bundle closer to the hole. "Some help here?"
"Thought you’d never ask."
Afterwards, she watched him survey the newly mounded earth.
"A right nice sight."
"Definitely," she murmured, pulling away the hand that was shading his eyes and kissing his mouth. "Happy Arbor Day Spike."