She's glad when he promises, and what he says about probably not stopping the I love yous almost makes her laugh.

Every guy who's ever told her he loves her is dead. Spike can tell her that as much as he wants, even if it makes her give him indulgent smiles and think he's the biggest closet romantic she knows.

She won't mind.

"Yeah." Despite her answer, she glances around one more time. Junior's hand makes its way from Beth's hair to her face, tiny fingers spreading against her mouth, and she plants a big kiss on it. "We've got a little."