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Mars-Tokyo
May. 19th, 2006 11:41 amSorry, Beth, but there's no fucking way I'm staying in L.A. tonight. That's what he told her as they made their way back to the Swordfish after the visit.
She was tired -- a lot of traveling for one day and she's got Junior in there, lugging him around, not to mention his fuzzy blanket with the planets and stars on it now and that photo album -- and she deserved not to have to fly again but fuck it, he didn't want to be anywhere near L.A. or near his dad. His room, though: damn, that was tough. And that picture of him and Dragon. He was thirteen in that one, and now at 27 or whatever age he is -- time is all kinds of fucked up -- he can't imagine his father looking at that every day for the past twelve years; he knows the guy has.
Doesn't mean he doesn't hate his kid, though. It's pretty clear to Spike that he's not just unwelcome but despised and even after all these years, that pretty much sucks no matter how impermeable he thinks his armor is.
This room they have is beautiful, fucking resplendent: they both deserved it after their little outing yesterday. In the hugely oversized bed -- hell, an entire damn community could fit into this one -- he stares up at the ceiling, his hand resting on Beth's belly. Up, down. Up, down. Her breathing is steady and he has this little surge of pride every time he looks at her. It could be that his own dad used to look at his mom this same way.
Now, he'll never know.
The orchid on the bedside table nods at him; it's really beautiful.
So is Beth. Being husband and wife is a state of mind, not a legal thing and as far as he's concerned, they're more committed to each other than any other couple he knows, married or not. In his mind, he's bound himself to her a hundred times a day for more than a year and a half. He'll never, ever leave her or Junior. They're stuck with the bounty hunter for good. Moving to his side, he kisses her softly, thanking her in his mind for being there with him yesterday and being here with him now. That feeling of closure he was looking for with his dad still eludes him, but he guesses life is just kind of like that.
Whatever happens happens. But he'll sure as hell influence as much of it as he can where Beth's concerned.
She was tired -- a lot of traveling for one day and she's got Junior in there, lugging him around, not to mention his fuzzy blanket with the planets and stars on it now and that photo album -- and she deserved not to have to fly again but fuck it, he didn't want to be anywhere near L.A. or near his dad. His room, though: damn, that was tough. And that picture of him and Dragon. He was thirteen in that one, and now at 27 or whatever age he is -- time is all kinds of fucked up -- he can't imagine his father looking at that every day for the past twelve years; he knows the guy has.
Doesn't mean he doesn't hate his kid, though. It's pretty clear to Spike that he's not just unwelcome but despised and even after all these years, that pretty much sucks no matter how impermeable he thinks his armor is.
This room they have is beautiful, fucking resplendent: they both deserved it after their little outing yesterday. In the hugely oversized bed -- hell, an entire damn community could fit into this one -- he stares up at the ceiling, his hand resting on Beth's belly. Up, down. Up, down. Her breathing is steady and he has this little surge of pride every time he looks at her. It could be that his own dad used to look at his mom this same way.
Now, he'll never know.
The orchid on the bedside table nods at him; it's really beautiful.
So is Beth. Being husband and wife is a state of mind, not a legal thing and as far as he's concerned, they're more committed to each other than any other couple he knows, married or not. In his mind, he's bound himself to her a hundred times a day for more than a year and a half. He'll never, ever leave her or Junior. They're stuck with the bounty hunter for good. Moving to his side, he kisses her softly, thanking her in his mind for being there with him yesterday and being here with him now. That feeling of closure he was looking for with his dad still eludes him, but he guesses life is just kind of like that.
Whatever happens happens. But he'll sure as hell influence as much of it as he can where Beth's concerned.
