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I bloody well hate Tuesdays. I suppose I don't have
anything in particular against them. It's just what
happens on Tuesdays that drives me bloody crazy.
Every Tuesday, my witch, my redheaded goddess, goes to
have lunch with the bloody pouf.
It started off as an occasional thing, which didn't
seem to bother me so much. But now it's grown into a
regular habit, and I hate it. It's not the lunch I
mind. It's being here alone in our apartment while
she's off dining with the King of Brood.
And there's nothing on the bloody telly, so I sit here
flipping channels and thinking. And that's where the
trouble starts. Doubt starts to creep into my little
chippified brain, and I start to worry. What if she
decides to leave me for him? It wouldn't be the first
time it's happened. Don't know what they bloody saw
in him anyway. Dru loved the demon, the slayer loved
the soul. In both cases, I ended up on the losing
end. Not that I'm complaining. After all, if things
had worked out in either case I wouldn't have ended up
with my lovely little witch. I'm just saying it could
happen. Maybe one day she'll decide she likes the
soulful type, or maybe she'll just want someone
taller. I know it sounds stupid, but I can't help it.
That's what happens when I stuck here alone on
Tuesdays.
And once the doubts start to creep in, there's really
no stopping them. What if she decides that she wants
kids? I can't give em to her. Or what if she decides
she wants someone who can be in the sun? I'd wander
into the sun for her, but I wouldn't last very long.
These are the kinds of thoughts that plague my mind.
I glance at the clock and see that it's time to pick
her up from lunch. I make my way through the tunnels,
my mind still whirling with doubts and fears. I
carefully make my way through the hotel lobby,
avoiding the stray beams of sunlight. Don't know why
the bloody pouf insists on lunch at a place like this
anyway.
As I enter the dining room, I see them at their usual
table. They stand up and hug each other, and I think
for just a moment that my undead heart will break.
She laughs and smiles at him, and I want to crawl into
a hole and die. But then, she turns and sees me, and
her smile grows wider. Her eyes begin to twinkle and
her whole face lights up.
She tries to put on a straight face as she collects
her purse, but one look at me and she's grinning like
a child again. She makes her way across the room to
me, her eyes never leaving mine.
"Hi," she says softly, leaning in to kiss me.
"Ello, pet," I reply, returning her soft kiss.
She turns to wave goodbye to the pouf. I nod in his
direction, and he waves back at her. Then she slips
her small hand into mine and gives it a quick squeeze.
"How was lunch?" I ask.
"Fine," she replies. She smiles at me warmly, and I
wonder how I could ever doubt the love I see in her
eyes. "I missed you. Let's go home."
I slip an arm around her shoulder as we make our way
towards the tunnels. "I love you, pet," I say softly.
"I love you, Spike."
We travel home in silence, the reassuring sound of her
heartbeat soothing my fears. Every once in a while,
she turns to me and smiles. It is an expression full
of love and acceptance and pure happiness, and I
realize that maybe Tuesdays aren't so bad after all.