"No, It's fine They don't hurt as much. My healing seems to have kicked in"
Willow nodded.
"I'm going go back to the compound, I just wanted to make sure you were both stocked on food and see if the cure worked."
"Alright, I'll stop by in a bit Will."
Willow left the room and headed out the door. Over the next few days Spike continued to recover and one day Buffy decided to stop by and ask the one question that she couldn't stop thinking about.
"Spike, did you plan to stay in London or-?"
"Are you asking if I'm staying here or going back to California? Because there is nothing for me in California. Everything I have or will have is here."
"Really?"
"Yeah. I should have never lied to you and I want to make it up to you. And if possible I would like to have you and Dawn move here, I know it's a lot to ask but this house is not meant to have one person living in it."
"Wait, what's so special about this house?"
"It was mine, And I would like it to have better memories than the ones it has."
"I think can talk Dawn into moving here. She barely stays at the compound as it is.
"I have one more thing I want to ask you."
Spike grabbed her hand and lead her into the living room. He picked up a small black box which he had asked Dawn to pick up the day before just so he had it. He had known from the moment last year when she stood up for him that she really was the one. Spike stopped in front of the fire place and knelt down on one knee and lifted the box before opening it.
"Buffy Anne Summerswill you do me the honor of being my wife?"
Buffy stared at him for a minute before nodding.
"Yes I would love to."
