"You need to know where you stand with me and with Junior?"
She can make it to the next part of what he said as soon as she moves past this one. Jabbing his collarbone with her finger, she looks a little more fierce than she means to at first.
"I love the fuck out of you, and maybe I don't say it as often as I should, but I think it should be a pretty well-known fact anyway." That stubbornly wrinkled part of her forehead smoothes out. "And speaking as little Beth's representative--" There's a flicker of a smile for a moment. "--I think it's safe for me to say she probably thinks you're the best thing since naptime."
Now her hand moves to just rest against his chest.
"I'm sorry it's an awkward situation, but I kind of see hey, our daughter's doing great as black and ask Beth; she's not my kid as white when a case like that really calls for something nice and gray."
She meets his eyes, and there's this obstinate refusal to look away. "What I'd like, eventually, is to be as honest as possible with her about Yorick and about you. I'm not forcing her to call anyone daddy. If we still get to be here when she's old enough to put thoughts into words and she wants to call you that, I'll be glad and so goddamn proud and think my daughter's the smartest little chick in the universe."
And it is an awkward situation, and not just for him. She's been pregnant since Yorick, but she managed to get nearly two years of falling for Spike in before the baby came around.
"I'm fucking thrilled that you want her to know you love her and are proud of her and that she belongs, and maybe it's some sort of nesting instinct but you have no idea how seductive all of this is, especially now, this whole cozy little you-and-me-and-baby-makes-three deal. I want you with us. I get this warm content feeling in the pit of my stomach just watching you with her."
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She can make it to the next part of what he said as soon as she moves past this one. Jabbing his collarbone with her finger, she looks a little more fierce than she means to at first.
"I love the fuck out of you, and maybe I don't say it as often as I should, but I think it should be a pretty well-known fact anyway." That stubbornly wrinkled part of her forehead smoothes out. "And speaking as little Beth's representative--" There's a flicker of a smile for a moment. "--I think it's safe for me to say she probably thinks you're the best thing since naptime."
Now her hand moves to just rest against his chest.
"I'm sorry it's an awkward situation, but I kind of see hey, our daughter's doing great as black and ask Beth; she's not my kid as white when a case like that really calls for something nice and gray."
She meets his eyes, and there's this obstinate refusal to look away. "What I'd like, eventually, is to be as honest as possible with her about Yorick and about you. I'm not forcing her to call anyone daddy. If we still get to be here when she's old enough to put thoughts into words and she wants to call you that, I'll be glad and so goddamn proud and think my daughter's the smartest little chick in the universe."
And it is an awkward situation, and not just for him. She's been pregnant since Yorick, but she managed to get nearly two years of falling for Spike in before the baby came around.
"I'm fucking thrilled that you want her to know you love her and are proud of her and that she belongs, and maybe it's some sort of nesting instinct but you have no idea how seductive all of this is, especially now, this whole cozy little you-and-me-and-baby-makes-three deal. I want you with us. I get this warm content feeling in the pit of my stomach just watching you with her."