Fly Out

This was supposed to be a fun weekend. Miya’s birthday was tomorrow. The parents decided to take her out of the city. This wasn’t really planned in the beginning. It just happened. Once there was talk, there was no stopping it. So here they were.

Spike isn’t a fan of kids. Ed made him like them even less when she first joined the Bebop. He never pictured himself as a father. But here he was. The little girl in his ship kept trying to look out the window.

“Sit down,” he said. Miya turned her head.

“Hm?” she asked. She blinked as she stared at his back. Her father didn’t turn around. Miya sat back into place. When they started this trip, she wouldn’t stop talking. Spike just let her chatter go in through one ear and out the other. She mostly talked about coloring, animals, toys, finger paint, and other things little girls would like. Something about it was kind of cute in an annoying way. This was going to be a long flight too.

Parenthood is a weird thing. It does change a person. Spike hadn’t thought about that until now. Before, it was just him. Vicious came first. Julia came along and changed everything. Then Jet came into his life. Ein, Faye, and Ed followed suit. Sakura came along and changed everything again. The other supernatural weirdos followed. Finally, Miya was born. It’s been crowded ever since. And those are just the people who stick around.

How did it turn out like this? Spike hadn’t really given that answer much of a thought. Right now, they had a destination to get to. Sakura was already waiting for them at Calsyo’s house. That in itself was a miracle that happened.

“Is she really going to let us do that?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” Sakura said. “There’s only one way to find out.” Turns out, it didn’t take that much to convince her.

“Sure,” Calsyo said over the phone. Spike frowned.

“Just like that?” he asked.

“Yes,” she said. The cowboy shrugged in response.

“Okay,” he said at last. Sakura twirled around as she squealed in happiness. This wasn’t an easy call to make either. How would one go about talking to angels? Sakura didn’t have the answer herself. Why would she? She wasn’t a real angel to begin with. Still, it worked out almost too easily. Then again, why would you lick a gift horse in the mouth?

Suddenly, the radio crackled to life.

“Yeah?” Spike asked.

“How much longer until you are here?” Sakura asked on the other line. Spike glanced next to him. Miya had her head leaned on his side, sound asleep.

“We’ll be there shortly,” he said.

“Aw,” she whimpered.

“What?”

“I just wish you would get here sooner. I want to show you the cake I designed.”

“We’ll get there, I promise.”

“It’s really pretty.”

“I’m sure it is.”

Her giggling filled the Swordfish.

“What?” Spike asked. She calmed down long enough to talk.

“I miss you already,” she said. Her husband rolled his eyes.

“It’s only been a few hours,” he said.

“I know. But still.”

“Yes, yes. I’ll see you when we get there.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“See you soon. Bye-bye.”

“Bye.”

She disconnected from the line. Spike smiled and shook his head. The little girl was sound asleep. This might been a long trip, but somehow he didn’t mind it. This weekend would be worth their while. They would be there in T-minus two hours anyway.