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[stbethadettes]

When Beth Junior started crying about ten minutes after they put her down for the night, Beth had been a little startled. Junior's a tricky kid, though, which might be Spike's fault (and could even have something to do with Yorick), and she'd brightened as soon as they'd gotten into her view.

"You know, sweetheart," Beth tells her confidentially, lifting her from the crib, "I appreciate the six or so hours you've been sleeping lately, but how about you keep going to sleep easily?"

Junior gurgles noncommittally, but she's still pretty sweet.

Cupping the baby's head with her hand and holding her close, Beth rocks gently from side to side. Over her shoulder, Junior sticks her hand in her mouth and eyes Spike.

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[not_that_spike]

"Let's get her to bed."

[stbethadettes]

Kissing Junior's forehead, she rises.

[not_that_spike]

Even sleeping, he adores her.

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In the crib Junior goes.

[not_that_spike]

His arm finds Beth's waist.

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She leans sideways against him.

[not_that_spike]

"Think it's safe to leave?"

[stbethadettes]

"Won't know until we try."

[not_that_spike]

Agreeing, he kisses her mouth.

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Convinced, she leads him out.

[not_that_spike]

Her hands are warm.

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Just outside, she listens.

[not_that_spike]

The baby isn't crying.

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His tie is tempting.

[not_that_spike]

"I think we're okay."

[stbethadettes]

"Now about those plans."

[not_that_spike]

"Start with a kiss."

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She can do that.

[not_that_spike]

Beth's simply the best.

[stbethadettes]

There's still no crying.

[not_that_spike]

"Come with me."

[stbethadettes]

"Twist my arm."

[not_that_spike]

(It's not hard.)

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His tie's tugged.

[not_that_spike]

First: a kiss.