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They say the best things in life are the ones you have to wait for.

And wait for.

And wait a little more for, but hell, he doesn't mind. Some days he feels like he's been waiting his whole damn life, but so what? It's brought him here, hasn't it? All the shit: the Dragons, Julia, Vicious, finding himself at the bar, meeting Beth, following Hero out that day for what was supposed to be a quick surprise visit. Hell, he likes France but he's easy. The only place he's ever really called his home was where Beth's been. They could be anywhere, so long as they're together.

All three of them. Junior pats the little mound of earth over the seed she's just planted, then rubs her hands together briskly. She's getting big.

"Now remember where you put it. By the time we get back, it might have started growing already. You never know."

She looks up at him, her mom's fierce determination echoed all over her little face. "You never know, bounty hunter."

Shit, he loves the hell out of that little girl. "Come on." Picking her up, he holds her high over his head until she's giddy with laughter; together, they step inside. Time to go see Beth. Make sure she hasn't changed her mind.

He hasn't.

Date: 2009-06-29 11:52 pm (UTC)
stbethadettes: (knowing smile)
From: [personal profile] stbethadettes
Peals of little girl laughter nearing the doorway are a pretty good signal that Beth Junior's getting escorted back in.

And she's ready for them, two bags packed.

On the verge of smiling, she folds one leg under her and perches on the arm of the couch.

"All done?"

Date: 2009-06-30 12:37 am (UTC)
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"Adventure?"

She arches one eyebrow; her smile edges into smirk territory.

"I'll see what I can do, but let's not have too much of one this time. Deal? No disappearing doors." The one they're going through in a minute or two has stayed in their closet for months and months, and she can hardly believe it. "No amazons. No broken ribs."

Still resting on the arm of the couch, she looks up to let her smirk hit him with full force. "Boundaries, you know?"

Date: 2009-06-30 01:57 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] stbethadettes
"Spaceship!" Beaming, Junior holds it up above her brown curls as if for their inspection.

Beth grins. "All right. I think that means we're set, bounty hunter." As she gets up, she leans in enough to press a kiss against his jaw. Junior's little hand reaches for hers, and she hefts both bags over her opposite shoulder. "Time for a little vacation."

With Yorick leaving for months to go on his own personal walkabout, there's no reason they have to stay in this house full-time for a while. And she knows Spike was ready to try this a long time ago.

She's heard it said that the key to a good relationship is compromise. As far as she's concerned, she's had a good relationship for years.

But she can still compromise. She's ready.

If slightly cautious.

Date: 2009-06-30 02:42 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] stbethadettes
"Ready!" Junior chirps, giggling, her r's still sounding a little too much like w's.

Beth holds her hand tightly, and once they're down the hallway and at the closet, she lets Spike take the lead and open the doors, crouching down to fit through the small doorway that leads to the bar.

Junior follows him, her tiny hands gripping theirs, and Beth bends to fit through the door after them.

And then, with a single wary look that she just can't help, she glances backward as she lets the door close behind them.

It's the bar again, and it's as simple as that.

Setting foot in it again feels similar to how returning to St. Bernadette's while she was pregnant did after over a year of living happily here in the bar. She knows the layout; she knows its sounds. She knows its lighting and smells and some of its secrets. It's been home before.

It's just been so long now that there's something foreign about it.

(At least this time she has Spike with her.)

Good thing she's learned to adapt with the best of them.

Date: 2009-06-30 03:21 am (UTC)
stbethadettes: (the jezebel who stole Yorick for a night)
From: [personal profile] stbethadettes
It's funny. If you'd asked her a year ago if she'd ever end up back here, she would've ruefully said she doubted it. If you'd asked her six months ago, she'd have said no simply because there was no room for it in her life.

Sometimes things change.

She looks up at Junior in Spike's arms. "Why don't we head for the House of Arch and put these bags up?"

If they still had a place there the last time they dropped in, they probably still have it now. It's actually been less time between this visit and the last one.

"Then we can hang out wherever we want without them in our way."

Or looking like they're hobos.

Date: 2009-06-30 10:16 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] stbethadettes
It hasn't changed: the painting, that feeling of disconnect (and then reconnect) as they travel by portrait, the sweet living room of the suite she hasn't laid eyes on in a long time.

Last time they were here she stayed stubbornly in the open doorway with Junior in her arms while Spike picked up a few things.

It's been so long she almost doesn't remember the last time she was in here.

(But she does remember it was a short visit to see Spike while she and Hero and Junior were in Kansas. And she remembers that Spike was sleeping on the couch in her absence.)

Oooooh she hears from Junior, who fidgets in Spike's arms until she's let down. The bay window is a big attraction, apparently.

She glances over at Spike, not knowing what exactly she was expecting other than this. "It's just like I remembered it."

Minus the toddler attempting to wrap herself in the curtains.

Date: 2009-07-01 03:01 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] stbethadettes
When Junior extracts herself from the curtains and runs over, little hands grabbing hers, she has to grin down at her.

"Trees!"

She nods her approval and lets herself be led over to the window. "Trees are pretty fun."

Once she's beside Spike, she lifts Junior and sets her down on the window sill as advertised, and Junior promptly stretches out with one leg crossed over the other and her arms folded behind her head.

Beth has to smother a laugh; Spike's influence is obvious. One of her hands creeps over to the small of his back and stays there.

Date: 2009-07-01 11:09 pm (UTC)
stbethadettes: (knowing smile)
From: [personal profile] stbethadettes
Grinning, she crouches down to plant a kiss in Junior's curls and then turns to Spike again.

"Well, that's two votes for potechi. We could grab some food and eat outside by the lake." She angles her head. "If the weather out there isn't bad."

One thing about the House of Arch that she never got used to was the weather outside her windows being different from the weather behind the bar.

"How's that sound?" It's almost as much for Junior's benefit as it is for Spike's.

"By the lake," Junior echoes belatedly, bobbing her head in queenly approval.

Date: 2009-07-02 03:09 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] stbethadettes
She's just pointing out a robin perched in one of the trees when Spike comes back in, and her eyes light up immediately and follow the line of buttons up the center of his chest.

It's been a long time since he's worn one of those, and she doesn't even need to say a word. She can feel the grin spreading across her face.

Junior practically dives head first into her lap, and she wraps her in both arms. "I'm pretty sure it was a demand for potechi by the lake."

She scoops Junior up as she rises and can't resist leaning in to press a kiss against the side of Spike's face.

This certainly isn't her dream vacation -- she was lucky to get as close to that as she did -- but they deserve a break. And it could be a pretty damn good one.

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