He hadn't sent back a reply. He would be there before the mail anyway. Camelot wasn't known for the excellent mail service for a reason.
He left the train, the small bookbag on his back holding what few clothes he had brought with him. He didn't know where her shop was. He didn't know where her flat was. He didn't know where she was.
But he knew he could find it. He walked along the streets aimlessly at first, looking at every shop and everyone passing him by. When nothing nearby seemed to match, he stopped and thought.
Rarity designed clothes. High class clothes. So of course her shop wouldn't be here near Joe's Donut shop. Turning and heading uptown, Spike sighed. He knew would find her. He just wished he had more to go on.
If he had listened more, he would have known.
If he had cared a bit more whenever she talked about Camelot, he would have known.
If he had been a better boyfriend, he would have known.
Instead, he was left to look shop by shop, passerbyer by passerbyer. It took him ten minutes to reach uptown on foot. He looked at all the storefronts, none claiming to be Carousel Boutique. He wondered if she had changed the name, but shook his head. He would have remembered that at least.
He hoped.
The shops all started to blur when he saw it. It was on the street corner, and looked almost like every other shop on the street. Except for the small carousel on the street corner. It wasn't large enough even for a child to ride, but it was nearly as tall as him. He ran to it, grinning, and pulled on the shop doors.
They wouldn't open.
He looked at the sign, which said the shop was closed for the day. Sighing, he looked around, thinking Rarity might be close.
She wasn't.
He considered staying there, since she was probably just on a lunch break, but his own stomach growled. He made his way to a nearby café, pushing the door open.
He stopped just inside. There she was, eating lunch.
With a guy.
He considered leaving the café and going back home.
He considered marching over to the table and punching the guy in the face.
He did neither.
Instead, he calmly walked over to the table. The guy saw him and watched as he made his way over, saying something to Rarity.
She turned, her eyes widening, a grin breaking out on her face. She stood about the time he reached the table, throwing her arms around him. "Oh, Spike, I've missed you so much." He was surprised to feel wetness on his neck as she hugged him. She was crying. "I'm sorry—"
Whatever she was sorry about was cut off as he pressed his lips to hers. He pulled away from the short kiss, shaking his head. "I'm the one who should be sorry. I should never have been so selfish. I just wanted you to stay for me. I didn't want anything to change. I just…I said I'd walk to the ends of the earth for you, and then I couldn't even take a train to Camelot. I'm sorry." He wiped the tears from her face. "I'm here now, though."
The guy at the table cleared his throat, causing both Rarity and Spike to jump. "Oh, right. Spike, this is Francis. He's helped me so much. Francis, this is my…friend, Spike." She bit her lip, glancing at him.
"Seems to be more than a friend," Francis said. He stood, offering Spike his hand. "She's a good catch. You should hold onto her. If I didn't have my dear Fleur…" He winked.
"Oh no, we aren't…" Rarity trailed off, the pink on her cheeks saying more than her words could. "I mean, not anymore."
"It seems to me," Francis said, smirking, "we should finish our business plans later, milady. Goodday." He waved, placed a few bills on the table and walked away.
"I can't believe you're here," Rarity said, turning back to Spike.
"I am. And I don't plan on leaving, if that's okay with you."
"That's perfect with me," she said. "Here, let me show my shop. And my flat."
*
A few months later, Spike and Rarity were walking around Camelot. She had just finished a large order, and he had finally joined the guard. His training kept them apart some, but it was something they had learned to deal with. "You know," she said as they walked, "I'm really happy I gave us a chance."
"I'm glad you did, too," he said, squeezing her hand tighter. "I can't imagine my life any different than it is now."
"Really?" she asked, glancing up at him. "Because I thought maybe one other change would be welcome."
"Oh, and what's that?"
Her grin was nervous. "Well, have you ever thought about being a daddy?"
Spike stopped. "What?"
"I-I'm pregnant. We're going to have a baby," she said.
Slowly, a smile spread across his face. "A baby. I'm going to be a dad." He grabbed her into a hug and spun her around. "Oh my gosh…I'm going to be a dad."
"You are," she said, giggling. "Oh, Spike."
Sitting her down, he grinned. "We're going to be parents."
She leaned up and kissed him. "Yes. The best ever."
"The best ever. Hey, Rare?"
"Hmm?"
"I love you."
"I love you, too, darling."