Oh, sweetie, this is just awesome. Poignant and painful and sweet and funny. You hit all the right notes. A lovely piece with subtle power.
Here are the passages I particularly loved:
Spike isn’t quite sure how to deal with this - this love. He thought he knew all about love, in all its shapes and forms. But here he is, watching two little boys barely fifteen minutes old, and he knows that there’s nothing he wouldn’t do for them. It feels like... like all his insides have been rearranged. No one ever told him that becoming a father was such an immediate, total surrender - like falling in love. Yes, he decides, that’s the only description that fits.
“They are. I can’t even remember them all anymore. But shouldn’t I? No one else ever will... I ought to remember them!”
Spike stops for a moment by the glass doors, watching his reflection. He’s used to it now, the way he is followed in every mirror and window by a shadow.... like there’s two of him - new and old, living and dead, good and bad. But which is which he’s not really sure.
And then he’s rushing up the stairs to see his little boys again, because with a jolt he realises that he’s been gone for 15 minutes and that amounts to maybe a third of their lives.
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2007-09-30 02:22 (UTC)Here are the passages I particularly loved:
Spike isn’t quite sure how to deal with this - this love. He thought he knew all about love, in all its shapes and forms. But here he is, watching two little boys barely fifteen minutes old, and he knows that there’s nothing he wouldn’t do for them. It feels like... like all his insides have been rearranged. No one ever told him that becoming a father was such an immediate, total surrender - like falling in love. Yes, he decides, that’s the only description that fits.
“They are. I can’t even remember them all anymore. But shouldn’t I? No one else ever will... I ought to remember them!”
Spike stops for a moment by the glass doors, watching his reflection. He’s used to it now, the way he is followed in every mirror and window by a shadow.... like there’s two of him - new and old, living and dead, good and bad. But which is which he’s not really sure.
And then he’s rushing up the stairs to see his little boys again, because with a jolt he realises that he’s been gone for 15 minutes and that amounts to maybe a third of their lives.
And the ending...priceless! lol!