Life is Good

Disclaimer: See Part 1
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~Buffy~
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Of all my children, E.J. looks like Dawn the most.

Maybe it's because the monks made Dawn out of me. Or maybe it's just a very strong family resemblance.

Or it could be Faith. I mean that dark hair could come from anywhere.

But the attitude is all Faith. With lot's of Dawn in her facial expressions.

Like when she's mad at me.

Like right now.

"Well why not?" E.J. demands, hands on her hips.

"Because I'm your mother and I said so" I turn back to do the dishes, hoping she'll take the clue and drop the subject.

"Well Gina has one" she roughly pulls out one of the kitchen chairs and slouches in it.

"Gina's not my daughter" I point out. I'm losing this battle and I know it. But it's just so fun.

"We're the same age, we've been trained with them, why can't I have one of my own?" E.J. ticks all her reasons off on her fingers, just like Faith when she's working for something.

"I just don't think I want my 9 year old daughter to be carting around a knife" I let the water out of the sink and turn to face her. She's got a stony look on her face.

"I don't want it to 'cart' around, Mom. I want it to show off" E.J. rolls her eyes.

"And to whom would you be showing this too? Not Joy-Joy and Abigail I hope?" I know she won't show it off to her sisters. Joy-Joy is months old, and Abby's a whopping 3. They couldn't care less.

"No. For the demonstrations at the convention. I'm the daughter of 'both' of the 'original' slayers. I'm 'supposed' to have my own kick-butt weapons" E.J. slams her fist down on the table "And Moma agree's with me. She said I had to take it up with you" she adds sweetly before I can tell her to ask Faith.

She always goes to Faith first, because she knows Faith will agree and send her to me. One of these days I'll get her for it. The bitch.

Faith not E.J. but she is growing into the title.

"Didn't we agree that you'd get your own weapons when you turned 13?" ok grasping at straws here.

"No" she shakes her head, and her index finger "You said I could join the Travel and Train group when I turned 13. Just like the rest of the Potentials Aunt Willow's been finding. We did not discuss weapons. Besides I'm talented. You show me, and Gina, off 'every' convention, with 'cheesy' practice weapons. We should be decorated or something. Help those Potentials wanna be awesome like us" she waggles her brows at me for emphasis.

Damn. I lost. Again.

"Okay" I concede, this kids got an answer for everything.

"Yes!" she pumps the air with her fist before leaping from the chair to hug me.

Good grip, I think I'll have to up her staff training, maybe throw in the axe for good measure. My kids got muscles.

"Thank you Mommy" she gives me the 'Rock On' sign and barrels up the stairs.

"Gina got me for it this morning" Willow says from the doorway to the hallway.

"Calculated, and precise. Oh Will, our babies are growing up" I give a fake sniffle.

"And they're so 'violent' " she adds with a smirk "Other little girls want make up. Our's want knives"

I snort "Raised them right"

Willow gives the 'Rock On' sign as well "Hell Yeah!"
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~Faith~
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"So Molly took the ring to the king, ahe whe was married to his
youngest son, and she never saw the giant again."
I close the book and kiss Abby on her forehead.

She's sound asleep, thick dark lashes resting on her cheeks. My little look alike.

I tuck the sheet around her, and smooth down the comforter.

Then I leave the door open with the hall light on, just incase she wakes up.

Buffy's standing behind the vanity in our room, brushing E.J.'s hair as she everynight. It's ridiculous how easily that stuff tangles. It's those faulty Summer's gene's.

"Mommy says I can have my own knife!" E.J. squeals spotting me in the mirror.

"Good now take your skinny ass to bed or I'll convincer her to change her mind" I paste a big smile on my face that we all know is fake.

"We still have 32 strokes to go on the left side" she informs me rolling her eyes.

I walk up behind B and press a kiss into her neck as I rub her flat belly "Why did we have kids again?" I jokingly whisper just loud enough for E.J. to hear.

"An enjoining spell gone wrong" B chuckles as E.J. makes gagging noises to our show of affection.

I tossle the loose left side on her head.

"Moma! Now she's gotta start all over" she squeals indignantly. Oh yeah, all Dawn there.

"Thanks Faith" Buffy grumbles at me before pressing the brush back into E.J.'s hair "50" another stroke down "49" another stroke "48"

I grab her hips and rub up against her "Oh baby you know I love it when you stroke it" I growl into her ear.

"Eww!" E.J. grabs the brush and her hair tie "I'll do it myself!" she runs out of our room and we hear her door click shut.

"Atleast she didn't slam it" Buffy says through her big grin.

"This time" I roll my eyes, there's been many a night when E.J. woken up the entire house with her door slamming antics.

B steps out of my embrace and walks to the bed, pulling down the duvet.

"Baby?" I call, but she ignores me. So I add a little whine in it "Baybee"

She looks at me. I point to my lips and pucker up.

She doesn't move.

I wiggle my brows. She rolls her eyes.

"What?" Okay I'm lost, what have I done now?

"You told her to ask me" she says flatly before climbing into the bed. She's got night clothes on. This doesn't bode well.

"You know how to make the best decisions. I didn't wanna mess up our firstborn!"

"Uh-huh" she turns off the light on her side of the bed.

Dammit. Looks like another night of ass-kissing for me.
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~Kennedy~
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That pillow is nowhere in sight.

Score!

The baby's asleep, and Gina's getting there.

I lay back on the bed when I hear Willow's footsteps in the hall. She walks in the door like some kinda of sex goddess.

Or maybe it's just me?

Who cares. She's still hot.

I watch as she pulls the door closed behind her.

She stretches her arms over her head and yawns as she approaches the bed.

She cannot be tired! I hasn't been a rough day at all! No slaying tonight, just us doing the joint family thing with Buffy and Faith.

"You okay Will?" I open my arms and she crawls into them, nuzzling her head into the crook of my neck.

"Mm-hmm" she wraps her arms around me, lying half on top of me she settles in.

"Just tired?" I can hear the desperation in my own voice.

She looks up at me, and her eyes darken.

"Not that tired" she purrs and pulls up to meet my lips.

Thank god!

I groan a bit when she lets me out of the deep kiss "Remind me never to make any ass-cracks again"

She freezes.

Dammit!

She sits up so she's straddling my lap, and she glaring.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

She reaches behind me and yanks something from under her pillow, and shoves it in my face.

'Go Fly A Kite' it says.

Then she starts hitting me with it.

I squeal and try to get away from her. She's growling and crawling across the bed, pummeling me while she grunts out her case against my lack of sensitivity.

"Hello! People in this house 'do' sleep"

We both turn. E.J.'s standing at the door, hands on her hips, hair pulled back in her normal nightly braids.

Looking every inch like Dawn. Her eyes a stormy blue.

Oh she's in a mood.

"Sorry" we both mumble.

She huffs and rolls her eyes before muttering "Just keep it down" she shuts the door behind her.

Willow giggles "She's sorownrown' isn't she?"

There's a muffled "Ugh" from the hallway, then the sound of a door slamming.

Slamming?

Katie's plainative wail, and Abby's call of Moma just don't bode well.

Of course only Joy-Joy could sleep through a hurricane.

"Double damn. I just lost all chances of getting laid tonight" I groan flopping on my back.

"You never 'had' one" Willow says through clenched teeth "And she's your daughter till dawn"

Well I planned on being up all night anyway.
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TBC?