One morning, he dressed her in a pink button up, and she kept taking it off until he chose another shirt. A few days after that, she stopped eating her cereal at breakfast, waiting patiently until he served her something she liked.  - There's our Buffy.  I'd like to see you write more of this stuff out - Buffy sitting at the breakfast bar banging her fork on the counter while Spike runs around trying to figure out what she'd like. 

A sad but very plausible scenario...

Sad but sweet, good read.

How perfectly lovely.

Damn I loved it. I wished you'd made it into a longer story though. Or maybe it's just perfect as it is. Thanks.