So Damn Domestic

sorry it took me so long to get this posted but I was out of state for the last week and just got back yesterday. I hope you enjoy.
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Two Years Later. BPOV


This year has been so crazy. Ok, so not crazy as in hectic. It’s been pretty calm compared to my past. The slaying is tough, but that’s a good thing. So getting to the crazy things, Addison will be three in a little less then three months. Oh yeah, my little girl is now walking and talking. And Matthew’s nine and will be in the fourth grade at the end of this month. The school year doesn’t start until the twenty-eighth or something like that. I turned thirty-three in January, and Faith turned thirty-one and she has officially kissed her youth goodbye. I like to tease her a little but it doesn’t make her mad or anything and most of the time she won’t even give a reaction so I usually stop. ‘Cause what’s the point of teasing someone if they’re going to just ignore you?


In May we had our wedding, finally. Everything was just…perfect. She was so beautiful in her special tailored tux with her hair all done up really nice and her make-up was great. I had the dress of my dreams and my hair was back in a twisty bun, it’s hard to explain, and as soon as she saw me at the end of the isle she teared up and we almost couldn’t say our vows because we were both blubbering like little babies. And our bands are so beautiful. The color of the gold perfectly matches our engagement rings. It took us a couple minutes to get the bands on though because our hands were shaking so hard.


And we changed some of the things around a little bit. The ring bearer was Kyle’s nephew who we didn’t know very well but that was ok because she made Matthew her best man. It was so dashing in his little tux and he danced with Kyle’s niece and it was so cute. Addison was a flower along with Miranda and they looked really pretty in their little dresses. Everything went off without a hitch. Kennedy and Cordelia were invited but that was only because Kennedy is still close with Faith and all that stuff. Willow was one of my bride’s maids and thank God there wasn’t any drama. They were able to get through the whole thing without a big fight or anything. They even danced a slow dance together and I guess Kennedy made her peace with Willow and Willow forgave her for what she did.


Our honeymoon was two glorious weeks in Hawaii. We only left the hotel room twice, other then that we stayed in on the huge king sized bed or in the huge Jacuzzi tub making love and just relaxing. It was great. And since we had the honeymoon suite we were treated like queens by the staff. We got a couple odd looks from some of the other guests. That’s one of the little reasons why I wanted to stay in the hotel room was because I didn’t want them to ruin our honeymoon. The main reason was because I wanted to spend every second with Faith.


And you want to know the coolest thing? I’m pregnant, and it’s Faith’s. I say ‘it’ because I’m only three months along and we can’t tell the sex of the baby yet. We went to Ohio just to check in and say hi to Giles and the other slayers, and I wanted to see how Willow was doing. Apparently Giles was a little concerned about her because she was spending a lot of time out in the woods by herself. So one day Faith and I followed her and I guess because we were in the woods our slayer stealth kicked in and when I said ‘hey Will, whatcha doin?’ it scared her because she jumped and whatever spell she was working on exploded and Faith and I got hit with this big magical blast. And for a day and a half Faith had the ‘equipment’ that is usually required for baby making.


At first I wanted to laugh, ‘cause it was pretty funny. But she was all self-conscious about it and didn’t want me near her ‘cause she thought she was a freak. So I showed her that I still thought she was sexy and beautiful. We didn’t even think about using protection or anything, it just completely slipped out minds. And now I’m pregnant. We had Willow do a reversal spell on her so Faith’s back to normal. And the baby’s fine, the doctor gave him or her a clean bill of health last week so I’m very happy. And so is Faith. She was a little freaked at first. I mean, two kids we can handle, but three? It’ll be a challenge because Addison will be three and it’ll probably be really hard for her to adjust.


When we told Matthew the news he just rolled his eyes and said ‘well, I hope it’s a little brother, ‘cause one sister is one too many’. It was really cute, mostly because he was only joking. He loves his little sister and they play a lot together and get along most of the time. Well, she follows him around everywhere he goes and wants to do everything that he’s doing and he just sort of tolerates it but there have been times when he’ll comfort her. Like when she falls down. I swear, this kid is such a little pansy. She’ll fall and won’t even scrape her knee or anything but she’ll cry for the attention. And Matthew will do everything in his power to make her stop crying.


And one thing that I noticed about being pregnant for a second time is I’m already starting to show. When I was pregnant with Matthew I didn’t start showing until I was five or six months along. I’m only three months pregnant and I already have a bulge. But it’s cute, at least I think it is. Addison loves it. I’ll be lying on the couch, watching T.V. or whatever and she’ll run up to me and pull my shirt up and start talking to my stomach. And she calls it ‘her baby’. I’ll be talking her to about what it’s going to be like to have another baby in the house and she’ll ask something like ‘my baby’s gonna cry a lot?’ It’s so cute. And I think she’ll accept the baby a little easier if she thinks it’s hers. I mean, at least then she’ll want to help take care of it and stuff. Kim said that’s what she did with her daughter when she had her son and it worked out ok.


“Addison give it back ” What the hell is he yelling about now? These two get along ok, but they fight like hell spawn. And I know what hell spawn fights like. We’re going school shopping for Matthew in the mall. I wanted to get it done and over with. I probably should have waited until the weekend so Faith could help me out. She’s back in school now, which is great. We have it all planned out so she’s going to get her GED and then we’re going to get married and go on our honeymoon and then I’m going to get a business degree which will take two or three years and in that time she’ll get a job to help pay the bills and stuff so Giles doesn’t have to pitch in as much and once I graduate and open up my own business she’s going to get a degree in something, but she hasn’t decided in what yet.


“No, Brother, I haded it first ” Fuck, she sure can yell really loud. Good thing we’re in the parking lot or we’d be getting some strange glances right now. You wanna know what they’re fighting over? They’re fighting over who gets to push the cart. I told them they had to share but they’ll usually listen to what I say for about three minutes and then do their own thing. It gets really irritating.


“No you didn’t, I did. Give it back ” I should really step in because they’re starting to get loud. Yeah, I should really do that because we’re getting closer to the store and we’ll be around other people soon. Dammit, Addison just hit him. She needs to learn to keep her hands to herself.


“Addison Kristine, you don’t hit your brother. Apologize to him right now young lady.” Wow....that was weird. I know, I’ve been a mom for nine years now but there are little moments like just now when it really sinks in deep that I’m a mom, it’s hard to explain. She doesn’t say anything but she lets go of the cart. “Addison, say you’re sorry.” Again with the silence. I sigh and roll my eyes. “Alright, I guess only me and Matthew will be getting ice cream after lunch, because only good kids who listen to their mommies get ice cream.” She stops walking and turns around and looks up at me with this look that’s all Faith. This look that says ‘are you fucking serious?’ Oh yes little girl, I am. “Say you’re sorry or you won’t get any ice cream.”


“I’m sorry Brother.” There, at least she listened. “But I haded the cart first.” She always has to put in her two cents, just like her mother. Addison looks more like me then she does Faith, but if she took after Faith anymore then she does now she’d be a clone.


“No you didn’t, I did.” And he always argues back. The arguments go on for so long because both of them just have to have the last word. Ok, there’s only one damn way to resolve this.


“That’s it, if you two can’t stop fighting over the cart then I’ll push it.” They both start to whine and I shake my head no. “Nope. You two can’t get along, then I’ll just take it away. Move Matthew.” He moves out of the way and I start pushing it. At least they’re being quiet now. Matthew holds the door open for me and I tell him thank you as I walk into the store. He always does nice stuff like that, even when I don’t ask him to. And he’s been doing it a lot more since I told him I’m pregnant. I guess he knows I’m delicate right now, at least that’s what Faith told him. I’m not a china doll, I can open my own doors, but it’s nice that he’s being so polite.


I think we’ll go clothes shopping first. He hates shopping for clothes so the sooner we get it done the sooner the headache I’m going to get will go away. Aw, now they’re being nice to each other. He’s trying to explain to her why stealing is bad. I guess she wanted to take a piece of candy or something without paying for it. But the thing with her is you can explain something ten different ways and she’ll still ask why because that’s just what little kids do. It gets so irritating but I’m pretty used to it.


Faith doesn’t know how I can stand all of the constant questions because she can only take so much before she starts to get irritated. She was like that with Matthew too. She can hide her irritation very well in front of them and she never gets snippy or anything like that but she will try to change the subject very quickly before she says something she’ll regret. I don’t know how I deal with it, I just do. Don’t get me wrong the constant questions and the whining and fighting does get to me after a while, I just have a higher tolerance for it then she does.


Matthew sighs, and mumbles under his breath and gets a very annoyed look on his face. He hates clothes shopping so much. Certainly doesn’t take after me in this area. Faith gets like this too, unless she’s shopping for her. She doesn’t mind when she’s the one trying on clothes and wandering around looking for more. She just hates waiting around when I want to do the shopping. I usually have her wait outside the stall I’m in so she can tell me what she thinks and that’s what she hates. She gets bored. That’s why whenever we go shopping together I always give her a little ‘treat’ when we get home and it makes up for it all.


Anyway, Matthew’s irritated for other reasons too. He doesn’t really like school anymore. Because he has a summer birthday the entire school year he stays the same age so he’s younger then most of the kids in his class and some of the other boys pick on him a little. He hates the fact that he’s younger then the others because he just wants to fit in. And it’s not like there’s something I can do about it. I can’t change his birthday and I can’t stay with him at school and protect him from the kids that are teasing him, so I feel pretty helpless. He’ll just have to learn to accept the fact that he’s always going to be younger then his classmates, and unless he gets held back he’ll be seventeen when he graduates high school.


“Matthew, please stop acting like that. Don’t you want to go back to school?” He shakes his head no. But I was expecting that. He puts an armload of shirts in the cart and starts looking through the jeans. “Don’t you want to see your friends?” He has made friends, he’s not an outcast or anything. It’s a certain group of kids, four or five of them, that tease him. They’re kinda like the younger, male version of the Cordettes or something. And the leader of the group is this boy named David Graham. And he’s the male version of Cordelia when she was in high school.


“Mom, I see my friends everyday. I don’t have to go to school to see them.” His friends are three boys and a girl that live on our block. They play together everyday so he’s gone a lot. They come over to the house sometimes but they mostly ride their bikes and play baseball and stuff like that. As long as he’s home by five and he doesn’t go passed the boundaries we set up for him it’s fine with me. I know where the dangerous demons hang out during the day and we told him that if he ever goes anywhere near those places he won’t go outside ever again, and he knows we’re serious. Great, now they’re fighting again. I can feel that headache coming on.


“Mom, can we go to the diner for lunch?” he stopped arguing with her and he’s trying to pick out a pair of jeans. There’s a really nice little diner about five miles outside the city limits. It’s only fifteen minutes from our house, so maybe thirty minutes away from here. I’d rather go somewhere a little closer for lunch because my head is going to be throbbing by the time we get done shopping.


“No, sweetie. Not today.” Aw, he seems so sad now. And he’s pouting and his bottom lip is quivering. God, not the tears. He’s got the perfect pout down very well. I sigh and run a hand through my hair. I really don’t want to go today. Maybe this will be good enough. “How about we go on Saturday? That way Mama can go with us.” He thinks about it for a few seconds before he says ‘ok’ and goes back to picking out some jeans. Well, at least he didn’t argue with me. He does that a lot, especially with me. I don’t know why he isn’t like that with Faith. One of life’s little mysteries I guess. God, my head is really starting to hurt now. If Addison’s voice wasn’t so...so...irritating when she whines then it wouldn’t be so bad. I wonder what Faith’s doing right now.


FPOV


Damn this school shit fucking sucks I remember why I dropped out in the first place. It’s not like a traditional seven in the morning ‘til three in the afternoon schedule or anything. It starts at seven and ends at one, that’s a whole two hours shorter. It feels like an eternity though. And this isn’t even the normal thing. I signed up for three of the summer school courses so I can graduate earlier. I just want to get it done and over with. And what fucking sadist came up with summer school anyway? I’m stuck in a room with the kids that failed the class durin the school year so it’s mostly stoners and punk rock wannabes. Three of the boys had the fuckin nerve to come onto me.


Ok, I’ll admit that I didn’t hate that part. I turned ‘em down, acted like I was all offended and shit but what can I say? It made me feel a little sexy. I’m thirty-two years old and seventeen year old kids still wanna fuck me. The kid sitting to my right is in fuckin love with me or somethin. He’s the one who’s startin to become a little bit of a stalker. Can’t blame him, I mean this is me we’re talkin about. These poor boys don’t stand a chance. I’m just jokin, I’m not that big headed. But for real, you put me in a room with these kids when their hormones are all over the place, especially when I’m wearing skin tight jeans and a tight black top...if I were one of ‘em I’d be in love with me too.


What the fuck? What’s that? Oh, it’s a folded up piece of paper that someone tossed on my desk. Looks like lover-boy over there wrote me a note. I cover it up with my math book and wait for the teacher to turn around again. Fuck, what is this guy babbling on about? I’m never gonna understand this shit. I didn’t back then and I’m not now. I wish someone could just explain to me what the fuck that guy is talkin about. And these teachers act like they’re so fuckin great, like their shit doesn’t stink.


And this is bullshit, this coming to class thing. At the school is Redding that I would’ve gone to if we still lived in California, the people gettin their GED do a home school program. Show up at the office once a week to drop off their work and pick up the new stuff and at the end of the month they have a big test in every subject they’re takin. But here, since they don’t have that kinda program, I have to show up every weekday and be treated like a teenager. And these teacher’s are such pricks. Why am I even doing this? Oh, right, we wanna be ‘financially independent’. It does have its benefits though. It’s opened up a whole new door when it comes to role-playin with B. She plays the perverted, horny teacher and I’m the desperate schoolgirl who really needs an A on my report card.


The teacher finally turns around again. I lift up my book and unfold the note and quietly flatten it out on my desk so it looks like it’s part of my notebook. Don’t wanna get caught readin a note, how embarrassing would that be? A whole fuckin lot, that’s how much. I remember havin to stand up in front of the whole class in eighth grade and read out loud Bobby Clark’s confession of love for me. I was so embarrassed I thought I was gonna piss myself. Any-fuckin-way, this one says:


‘Faith, how ya doin today? You looked pissed, what’s up? -from Will.’ I wait until Mr. York says somethin that sounds important and I start writing my replay, actin like I’m takin notes from this boring ass lecture. When am I ever going to use Algebra in the ‘real world’ anyway? And he really needs to stop saying that the A and B variables are as different as apples and oranges, ‘cause it’s makin me hungry. Anyway, I replay:


‘Will, don’t wanna fuckin be here, had a shitty morning, had a fight with B. Do you have any idea what this douche nozzle is talkin about?’ I don’t bother signing it. I silently fold it up and wait for the teacher to turn around and when it does I toss it over to Will’s desk and it lands perfectly in the middle.


I actually pay attention to the teacher while I wait for a response. God this is pathetic. I’m thirty-two years old and I’m actually lookin forward to talkin with a seventeen-year-old boy whose only goal at this point is to get into my pants. Well, I guess there’s no age limit on that one. Finally he tosses it back. He either wrote a lot or he writes really fuckin slow. I unfold it and pretend to write on the paper so it looks like I’m takin notes.


‘I don’t gotta fuckin clue what this ass is rambling about. That’s why I’m here instead of at home sleepin. And callin him a douche nozzle is a compliment, no other way this guy would ever get some pussy.’ I can’t help but chuckle ‘cause of that but I cover it up with a cough so I don’t draw any suspicion. I look around to make sure no one’s watchin me, and I keep reading. ‘B, that’s your girlfriend right? It sucks that you fought. Wanna talk about it? Maybe I can help.’ I can’t help but smile at that. I know what he’s doing. He’s tryin to play the role of the concerned guy, tryin to be the one whose shoulder I cry on in hopes that I’ll be so emotionally crippled that I’ll let him fuck me. So I write back:


‘Thanks, but no. It was just a little thing, don’t worry about it. Did Mike say what happened in History? I thought I heard him say somethin about a project.’ I’m takin three classes; Algebra, American History, and English. History is easy, I can just sleep through that and do the reading at home. It’s the other two that are kickin my ass. I fold the paper back up and toss it to him again. When do we get to go to lunch? Fuck, another half hour. This is so fuckin stupid No one in this room understands a Goddamn thing this guy is saying. When he turns his back to us Will tosses the note on my desk and I unfold it.


‘Yeah, he said something about making a chart or time line or some shit like that. And we have to have partners for it and he got a look at the list the teacher made and it says that you and me are going to be working together. And it has to be done at home.’ Just fuckin great. I really don’t wanna work on some stupid history project, and now I have to go over to some kid’s house? ‘Is your place ok? We can’t go to mine.’ Great, I have to have some kid come over to my house. Oh, B is so gonna give me shit about this. So I write back:


‘We can work at my house. It’s only a ten minute walk from here, what are you doin after school?’ I fold it up and toss it to him. I watch him through the corner of my eye as he unfolds the paper and reads it. He reads it a few times and then just stares at the paper. I think he just got a hard on, either that or he creamed his jeans. Damn, didn’t know he loved me that much. Then he writes something down and tosses it back.


‘I’m not doing anything if you want to work on it today. Mike said it won’t be too hard. He said the longest part is looking up the names and the dates. Then we have to buy a big poster board and write it all down.’ Great, I have to go shopping for this shit. Just fuckin great. So I reply:


‘Well, since you’re not doing anything lets just walk to my house and get it over with. I can give you a ride home if you need it.’ I toss it back but the bell rings before he can write his response. That’s not gonna stop him from talking to me though. We eat lunch together with four other guys. They’re pretty cool, for teenagers anyway. They’re the outcasts of the school so we got a little in common. We start to walk to the cafeteria. We get our lunches there then go outside and sit at a picnic table. It’s our table and everyone else knows it.


“So we’ll just walk to your house?” he asks as we walk down the hall. This place isn’t so bad. Doesn’t look like the school I went to in Boston, but it’s alright. I’m just glad there aren’t too many preps that failed their classes ‘cause I don’t think I’d be able to stand ‘em. Even if they are just some dumb teen girls, they’d drive me crazy. I couldn’t stand ‘em back then and I can’t stand ‘em now.


“Might as well. I want to get it over with as soon as possible. I got shit to do, and I don’t wanna waste my time on some retarded history project.” He nods his head and we get in line and grab our own trays. Lets see what’s on the menu today. Green goo, red goo, and...oh...yellow goo. Doesn’t that just look nutritious? I grab a carton of milk and just leave my tray there. I’m not hungry anyway. I’ll just fix a sandwich or somethin when I get home, and I can’t wait to get there. I miss hanging out with my kids and with B. First thing I’m gonna do when I walk in the door is scoop her up in my arms and give her a kiss hot enough to have her squirmin.


“Milking it again, Faith? Why don’t you just bring your own shit for lunch?” Mike asks as I sit down. Milk is all I have for lunch, everyday for the last couple of weeks. Well, here at least. B usually has somethin waiting for me when I get home, and it isn’t always food, if you catch my drift. I try not to smile as I think of somethin to say. Once these boys found out about me and B I’ve been teasin ‘em a little. And it’s so much fun, probably ‘cause it’s so damn easy.


“‘Cause I don’t wanna get full. Eatin my girl’s pussy always fills me right up.” And let’s count.....ok, that’s one who just got hard....and another.....hmmm, only two today. Oh well, I’ll just have to try again tomorrow. Junior and Drew are the hard ones. I think Will is still all worked up from class. Bob (his real name is Steven but he wants to be called Bob) is either hiding it really well or it’ll take more to rile him up. Mike is the one who stays calm. Mostly ‘cause he doesn’t believe me. He thinks I’m lying about B just to mess with ‘em.


“And where’s your proof?” See, told ya. “You keep talking about this hot blonde that you fuck but you’ve never shown us any proof.” What does he want a pair of B’s underwear or somethin? Oh, I know. It’ll be perfect. I pull my wallet out of my bag (yes I bought a backpack) and open it up. I have a few pictures of the kids, a class picture of Buffy from her junior year of high school. And one that she gave me when we started sleeping together. She said it was a little thing to help get me off on the nights we didn’t have sex, we weren’t living together at the time.


“Here. It’s from a couple years ago but she hasn’t changed much.” I take the picture out from behind the family photos and hand it to Mike. It’s nothin too bad, just B lying on her bed in a very sexy pose in nothing more then a black silk thong. And it’s not like she’s ever gonna know I let him see it. So far he’s the only person besides me and B to lay eyes on it. I think she forgot all about it. She hasn’t said anything to me about it so whatever.


“Holy shit, that’s your girlfriend?” he asks and stares at the picture. The others crowd around so they can get a look and they all have the same reaction. And they’re all hard now. The rest of lunch is going to be so much fun. Yeah right. Five horny guys tryin to hide their erections, not exactly what I call a fantastic time, but it’s a little entertaining to watch.


“Yep, she sure is and she’s all mine so you guys can just put that image in your spank banks and move on.” They’re all disappointed when I take the picture back and put it in my wallet. But they’ve seen enough. If word about this gets back to B, I don’t know how it would, but if it does then she’ll probably never talk to me again. We’d stay together for the sake of the kids but it’ll be an unhappy relationship. Ok, I need to stop, I’m starting to freak myself out.


“Oh, there will be some serious spanking,” Mike says and looks me dead in the eyes and grins. “And by that I mean her bent over my bed and me spanking her while she takes my dick from behind.” Ok, I may talk about sex with B but that’s ‘cause she’s my girl. No one else is allowed to talk about sex with B, especially some loser high school kid who’s probably still a virgin. But I can’t hit him ‘cause I’ll get kicked out and graduating is something that I have to do. So instead I give him my own grin.


“I’m sure that would be a very unfulfilling seven minutes on her part. And when you’re done fuckin her with your needle dick we’ll go home together and I’ll eat her to get the taste of your mom outta my mouth.” All the guys start laughin and I raise an eyebrow at him and he just smiles and shakes his head a little. So I went for a ‘ya mama’ joke, it’s not too much of a desperate move. He said shit about my girl, I said shit about his dick and his mom and now we’re fine. Great, now I’m off to History class to sit through another boring lecture. Then I gotta go home with Will and work on that stupid project. I really hope B’s in the mood for sex tonight ‘cause I’m really gonna need a pick-me-up if I’m gonna wake up in a pleasant mood tomorrow.


BPOV


So shopping was a nightmare but it’s done and over with. Addison is taking her nap, and Matthew’s outside with his friends, jumping on the trampoline. We have one of those huge trampolines. I bought it for Matthew for Christmas, but I think Faith uses it more then anyone else. She said she always wanted one of those when she was a kid so she isn’t going to let the opportunity slip by now that she finally has one. I would remind her of her age but it doesn’t matter. She’s a child at heart (even though she won’t admit it) and there’s no changing that.


I’m in the kitchen right now making some sandwiches. Faith’s always so hungry when she gets home from school. She says she eats lunch but I think she’s lying to me. She has a bowl of cereal in the morning and two or three sandwiches when she gets home in the afternoon and she always eats a little more then her fair share at dinner. Ever since Addison started eating solids we’ve been buying enough groceries every week to feed a small army. Slayer metabolism, you gotta love it. We get to eat what we want and when we want to and we stay fit and trim.


And I’ve been eating more because of the whole ‘eating for two’ thing. I’m glad we’re having another baby, I always thought that we’d have three, but...I miss slaying. I never thought I’d say it but I miss staking vampires and killing demons. It’s what I was made for and I’m denying all of these natural instincts and it sucks. But I can’t go slaying because my unborn baby could die. I could get stabbed or slammed against a wall or tree or something. Or I could die. What we do is dangerous and every time we go out there’s no guarantee we’ll be coming back. I don’t like to think about it, but it’s true.


“Honey, I’m home ” I hear Faith yell out as the front door opens. I giggle and roll my eyes. She does that sometimes, not everyday ‘cause that would get irritating. She likes to joke around like that. She says that we’re almost like a fifties family, if we just imagine that she’s a guy and going to work instead of a woman and going to school. I’ve even dressed the part for her, other then that night in Ohio when we had that huge fight. And she’s really taking this school thing to heart. She bought a few different outfits that she’s surprised me with. Ever imagined Faith in a Catholic schoolgirl’s outfit? Well you should, because she’s dead sexy in one. Especially when she put her hair in pigtails. I thought I was gonna come just looking at her.


“I’m in the kitchen ” I put the top slice of bread on the last sandwich and rush out to the living room. I wrap my arms around Faith and give her a big kiss on the lips. I lift my legs up so my heels are touching my butt and Faith is holding me up. I pull back from the kiss and smile so innocently at her. “How was school today? Were you a bad girl? Do you need to be spanked?” I’m only teasing about that. We’re not really into the spanking thing. Sometimes light taps but nothing more then that. She clears her throat and puts me down. What’s wrong with her? She steps off to my right and I see a teenage boy standing a couple feet away from Faith. He looks….shocked and a little uncomfortable. I blush about ten different shades of red.


“Buffy, this is Will. Will, this is my wife Buffy.” I say hi and give an awkward wave and so does he. “We have a History project due next week, figured we’d go ahead and get it over and done with.” She’s trying not to smile. She thinks this is just so fucking funny. Well, from her point of view I guess it is, but she should try a little harder. I’m totally embarrassed over here and she thinks it’s just one big joke. Maybe I will give her a very unsexy spanking.


“Ok, well why don’t you guys go study out back? I made some sandwiches if you’re hungry.” Faith nods her head yes and Will just stands there. He looks so nervous. I think I broke him. “Will, would you like anything?” He says a very strained ‘yes please’. Faith gives me a little peck on the cheek as she walks by and they go outside to the backyard. I walk into the kitchen and watch through the window. Matthew stops bouncing on the trampoline and runs up and gives Faith a big hug.


He started asking about her about half way through our shopping trip. He really misses her because the summer is usually when we do stuff together as a family. We’ll spend the day at the park or go to the movies. And sometimes she does stuff with him that her special bonding time with him. They’ll play basketball at the basketball courts that were built at the park about seven months ago. They’ll be gone all day long and I guess it helps him work off the pent up stuff that he represses. Things can get pretty stressful around here and sometimes it’s hard being the older sibling especially with Addison for a sister. So once a week Faith takes him to the basketball courts and they work off all that stress.


I cut all the sandwiches in half put them on a plate and take them outside. Faith and Will are sitting at the table with their books open and they’re actually studying. I figured they’d be messing around ‘cause it takes a while for Faith to get into ‘study mode’ because she hates it so much. There have been some nights were she’ll fall asleep doing the work and I’ll finish it for her on a separate piece of paper so all she has to do is copy it. I can’t stand to see her suffer like that and when is she ever going to use Algebra in real life? I’ve been out of high school for about sixteen years and I haven’t used any of that stuff yet. It’s pointless but if she wants to get her GED so she can go to college she has to do it. So I help her out every once in a while, is that so wrong? I put the plate on the table and Faith practically attacks the food.


“Jeez, Faith, didn’t you eat anything today?” I have a feeling that she doesn’t eat the food there because Faith may be a slayer but she only eats like this if she’s skipped a meal or just finished slaying. Will reaches out and takes one and says a ‘thank you’ and I nod in response. I really wanna hear what she has to say. She tells me whenever I ask that she does eat, she’s just hungry because the portions are small but I’m really starting to think that’s all a bunch of bullshit.


“Yeah, B. You know me, big appetite all the time.” She’s lying, I know she’s lying but I’ll let it go for now because she has company. I already embarrassed myself in front of him no need to embarrass her by getting on her case about this. And now she’s looking at me with the puppy-dog eyes. She wants something. “Baby, will you bring us a couple sodas, please?” I roll my eyes and go back into the kitchen. I get a Coke for her and Will and some bottles of water for the boys. We let Matthew have sodas and stuff but we’re almost out and I don’t want him and his friends drinking them all up.


“Here, you go. Will, is Coke ok? It’s all we’ve got.” He nods his head, says a ‘thank you’ and takes a big drink. I kinda like this kid, he’s polite and quiet and as long as I don’t do anything to embarrass myself in front of him again I’m sure he’ll be back for another study session because Faith seems to be more focused now that she has someone doing this with her.


“Kids, lunch is ready ” I yell out to Matthew and his friends. They’re playing up in the huge tree house Faith built about a year ago. This thing is awesome. There’s a huge wrap around porch thing, and a big house sitting at the center of the tree. I watch as they all climb down the ladder and rush towards us. The tree house is only six feet off the ground, but I still worry one of them is going to get hurt.


“Thank you Ms. Lehane,” the four friends say in unison. I taught them that. When they first started showing up at my house for lunch a couple years ago trust me when I say they had the table manners of a werewolf. But I set down the ground rules and they know I’m not going to tolerate them being out of control in my house so now they’re respectful and say please and thank you and all that other stuff. Matthew says a thank you around a big bite of sandwich.


“You’re welcome guys, and Matthew don’t talk with your mouth full please.” He rolls his eyes a little and I choose to ignore it because Addison is awake and calling out for me. She gets a little freaked when she wakes up from her naps and no one is in the house. We keep the backyard pretty cool since it gets so damn hot here what with it being a desert so we do spend a lot of time outside. I go into the house and she’s in the living room. Her hair is all messy and it looks really cute. She’s starting to get some curls in the back. I don’t know why they’re developing now, but they are and they’re adorable. “We’re outside, baby.” She turns around and yawns really wide.


“Is Mama home yet?” she asks and stretches her arms high above her head. I tell her yes and we walk out to the backyard and she gives Faith a big hug. These are the two that fight all the time. They can be in the same room with each other for three hours but then they start fighting because they are just too much alike. I can deal with Addison because I’ve had years experience dealing with Faith when she gets really stubborn, but Faith isn’t used to dealing with it so they collide a lot. And Addison is only almost three. I don’t even want to think about what it’s going to be like when she hits the teen years.


“Matthew, stop feeding the dog.” He just fed Tucker a very large piece of food. This dog is still a problem but he’s gotten a lot better now that he’s older. Is seven old for a dog? I’m not sure. But he’s calmed down, not as hyper and his walks aren’t as long anymore. Faith used to take him on a two-hour walk every night no matter what because if he doesn’t get walked he’ll start destroying my beautiful yard. But now they’re usually gone for an hour. The vet said he has arthritis in his back legs and I have to give him some medication with his meals. I didn’t even know dogs could get that. I thought that was a human thing.


“But he wants some too.” Matthew has been spoiling Tucker because of his declining health. Since he’s getting older he can’t run around and play as much as he used to and Matthew knows that it probably won’t be a lot longer, a couple years maybe, before Tucker passes away. I’ve been spoiling him too but not in front of the others. That dog has been a thorn in my side almost his entire life and I’m not about to hear a round of ‘I told you so’ from Faith. When we first found out about the arthritis, which was about eight months ago, she said that since he’s getting older I’m probably going to start babying him out of sympathy.


“Mommy, since Tucker’s gettin old can we get a lady dog?” Addison asks and takes a bite of her sandwich. She loves Tucker a lot but she’s been asking for a dog of her own, one that’s more her size since her and Tucker are about the same height. And when she says ‘lady dog’ she really means a Cocker Spaniel, ya know, the little dog from Lady and the Tramp? Faith doesn’t want to get another dog because she knows that if we get a puppy then Tucker will be completely ignored.


“I don’t know, baby.” Ok, need a change of subject before she starts asking why and Faith gets upset. “Faith, the kids were wondering if maybe this Saturday we could go to the diner for lunch. Is that ok with you? I sorta already told them we could.” Faith likes going there as much as the rest of us. The food is great, the people are really nice, and I love it a lot because ever since I got my bump and the waitress asked if I was pregnant we all get free ice cream. The kids have always gotten free ice cream because they’re just so charming when they really want something, and she says that ‘the little one’ deserves a free treat too, and she gives Faith some because she doesn’t want her feeling left out.


“Yeah, that’d be great. A break from all this is just what I need.” I give her a kiss on top the head and go back into the house. I’m starting to get a little bit of heartburn. It sucks a lot, but it’s just one of the downsides to being pregnant. The end result will definitely outweigh all of this bad stuff. It’s hard for me to be around people when the heartburn kicks in because it hurts really bad and I can’t take anything to make it go away because the medicine could do something bad to the baby and I tend to get a little…bitchy when I’m in pain and can’t make it go away. I need to get some laundry done anyway so I might as well do that. This is a little depressing, though. Being inside on a nice day while everyone is outside. At least only the kids are having fun. If Faith were out there having a good time my hormones would probably get the better of me.


FPOV


“So, how are you two doing out here?” B asks and picks up the plate that the sandwiches used to be on. I swear those kids ate way more then they usually do. B made like fifteen, I only got five. How messed up is that? Anyway, I tell her we’re doin good, but I’m not too sure. Me and Will have been studyin for so long that all the letters look the same. “That’s good.” And she gives me this mischievous little smile. “Now remember Faith, you’re supposed to be studying, so don’t let me catch you two making out or anything.” I think Will is having a heart attack.


“Don’t worry, B. I’m sure Will would rather have you.” Ha, beat her at her own game. She blushes and walks off. She’s been teasing me for the last three hours, actin like she’s the mom and I’m the teenage daughter. She’s been makin comments like that for a while now. It’s gettin irritating but I always manage to make her blush. I watch her ass until she closes the back door then I look down at this stupid history book. “This is gettin pointless. Let’s take a break.” He closes his book and sighs really loud. I guess he was gettin tired too.


“So…” he says and stops. He sounds a little…nervous. Hmm, I wonder what he’s gonna ask. It’s wicked obvious he wants to ask a question, the way he’s lookin at me like he wants to say somethin but he doesn’t want me to get pissed. “You never said anything about having kids.” No, I didn’t. It just never came up. “So, whose the dad?” Why do people always wanna know that? What does it matter who the ‘dad’ is? Somethin catches my eye and I look over to my left and see Addy standin on the porch really still and tense and she’s blinkin a lot, like she has somethin in her eye.


“You ok, Addy?” She nods her head yes and rubs her eye…her right eye. Then she looks over at me like everything is normal again. That was a little weird. But she has been playin out in the yard with Mattie and his friends so maybe she just got some dirt in her eye, it’s happened before. I turn back to Will but before I can talk little Addy speaks up.


“Mama, are you goin slaying tonight?” Oh shit. No, no, no, no. Me and B already had the big talk with her about slayers and stuff, she didn’t really understand all of it ‘cause she’s not even three yet, but she gets the general idea: we have super powers, we kill evil, and it’s very important. But she hasn’t seemed to grasp the ‘no talking about it in front of strangers’ thing. I look over at Will and smile a little nervous smile. Ok, I need to come up with a lie and fast before he starts asking questions.


“You’re a slayer?” I really need to learn to talk faster. Wait…he isn’t confused? He knows what a slayer is? Well, it shouldn’t be too much of a surprise. With how many girls we got runnin around out there the chances of a family member begin a slayer is kind of high. “My sister’s a slayer, an intern at the school.” His eyebrows furrow a little and he looks at me a little closer, like he’s studyin me or somethin. What the fuck? And now he’s chuckling. What the hell? “Faith Lehane and Buffy Summers, the originals.” Oh, so he knows who we are. “Shoulda put it together as soon as I met her.”


“Who’s your sister?” Maybe I know her. I have met most of ‘em. Addy crawls into my lap and I help her adjust so we’re both comfortable. I wrap my arms around her so that my hands are restin on her stomach and she’s toyin with my rings.


“Holly Freemen. She said somethin about meeting you guys when you lived there for a while.” Holly Freemen…the name does sound a little familiar. “She’s friends with Sissy Ronalds.” Ah, I remember now. The intern that I sparred with and she let me use her shower.


“Yeah, I remember her. How’s she doin these days? I haven’t talked to her in a long fuckin time.” Oops. Now I’m gonna get an ear full. Just you wait and see. I hear Addy gasp but I know it’s forced. She does it every time she hears me cuss.


“Mama, you’re not supposed to say bad words. I’m telling Mommy.” Brat. She jumps off my lap and runs into the house. Oh well. B isn’t gonna take her too serious. Since Addy knows not to say the ‘bad words’ she doesn’t really bug me about watchin my mouth in front of her. But before that? Oh man B would ride my ass every time I’d let one slip. And I’m not talkin about the good kind of riding either. But I got a taste of my own medicine, I guess, when I went grocery shopping and took Addy with me, she just turned two, and I asked if she wanted some grapes and she said ‘fuck no’. So I started watchin my mouth a little closer after that. Anyway, back to the now.


“She’s doin alright. She’s thinking about quitting the intern program so she can travel around. She wants to go to Brazil for a while and then New York ‘cause have family there that we haven’t seen in years.” Sounds like a plan, I’m sure she’ll be able to do that. Since interns are already graduated that they can leave the program whenever they want. Becoming one is the hard thing. They have to do all these tests and prove themselves that they’re good enough to teach and all that other shit.


“I’m gonna be goin up to Ohio in a few months, maybe I’ll see her before she leaves.” Ever since that one class of juniors rebelled Giles wants me or B or the both of us to go up there on a semi-regular basis to make sure they stay in line. But I’m going to be goin there by myself since B’s pregnant. Yeah, pregnant, again. She’s only three months along and she’s already showin. The doctor said that’s a little strange but everything seems normal other then that and we don’t have anything to worry about, so naturally I’ve been worried.


And we didn’t make this baby with magic. Well, not exactly. See, Red’s been livin at the slayer school for a long time now, and Giles was getting a little worried about her ‘cause she’s been hangin out in the woods by herself for hours at a time. And so when we went up there for one of our check ups of the school he asked us to talk to her. We followed her out to the woods and she was workin on some spell and when B spoke up Willow jumped and spell went boom and me and B got a big blast of it. And I woke up the next morning with a dick.


Yep, it was strange and even though I only had it for a day and a half I still had a dick. I was freakin out and didn’t want B near me ‘cause I thought it was gross and shit but she had one of the interns baby-sit the kids and told her that I wasn’t feeling well and when B got back she showed me that she still thought I was sexy. A.k.a. we had hot and wild sex all day long. And she really enjoyed it, and bein inside her, feelin her wrapped around me, and her walls clenchin down on me….well I think I’m gonna come just thinkin about it.


The thought of her runnin out and buyin a pack of condoms never came to mind ‘cause we’ve never had to use any type of protection before. And now she’s pregnant. I have no fuckin clue what I’m gonna do. We’re keepin the baby, no doubt about that but it’s gonna be so fuckin hard. Babies are expensive and we got Addy and Mattie to think about too. And we’re trying to be ‘financially independent’ and all that shit. Giles is still payin our bills but as soon as I get my GED and get a degree from the little community college here I’m gonna get a job and start paying the bills and shit. And B’s gonna be going to college after I graduate and college isn’t cheap, even if it’s just a little community one.


We don’t have to worry about the wedding because we already had it. Yep, I’m a wife, and B’s my wife. We were married on the twentieth of May and everything about it was perfect. B was absolutely perfect. She looked so beautiful in her dress and I couldn’t help but start to cry like a little girl, but she cried too so it was ok. Most of the guests cried, I know Red and Brat had a hard time controlling it. And it took me so fuckin long to write my vows. Eight months. Once we decided on the date I started workin on ‘em. I couldn’t let B find out about it through ‘cause she would’ve read ‘em. So I would type ‘em up on the computer in an e-mail and send it to myself. And we have separate accounts so she never read it.


And we spent two weeks in a honeymoon suite in Hawaii. I’ve given up sayin that we went to Hawaii ‘cause even though we did the only part of the island we saw was the aerial view from the plane. We only left the room twice, the first time was our second night there, we went out to eat at this great little restaurant and since we were on our honeymoon the meal was free. The second time we left the room was when B wanted to do a little souvenir shopping for the kids. She got ‘em some t-shirts and jewelry and stuff like that. But she made the trip short ‘cause we were so fuckin horny for each other it was insane.


It’s eight o’ clock now. Me and Will didn’t finish with all the research so he’s comin over tomorrow and when we get done with that I’m gonna go out and buy a poster board and finish the project myself. I told him not to worry about it ‘cause it’s not gonna take a long time to write everything down. Besides, I got a pretty good idea of what I want it to look like and I’m not the best person when it comes to group projects ‘cause I always like my ideas better. I’m drivin him home like I said it would. He lives on the other side of town so it took about twenty minutes to get here.


This is the ‘bad side’ of town, as all the others would call it. The working class people, people like me and the ones I grew up with. Not everyone can have it made. Will points out his house and I pull up in the driveway. There’s an old pickup already parked here but the driveway’s big enough for two cars. There are lights on in the house and I can see some shadows on the blinds of the living room. Not only that but I can hear the voices inside. The angry screaming of a man and woman. I glance over Will and he looks embarrassed but he also looks like he really doesn’t wanna go into that house. And I don’t blame him. I used to feel the exact same way when I’d come home at night and hear the voices.


“I don’t feel like going home yet. Wanna drive around for a while, keep me company?” I ask him and he nods his head yes. I back out of he driveway and take off down the street. We’re in the Camaro ‘cause I really didn’t feel like drivin B’s sedan. My poor baby hasn’t been out for a drive in a long time. I drive around the streets at first going way over the speed limit. Will looks like he’s enjoying himself, especially on the turns. I know what I’m doing in this car, I know it better then I know B, better then I know myself. I know just how far I can push her before somethin bad happens and I am far from that point. The only reason I crashed my bike was because I had so much on my mind at the time, but I’m clear headed now.


So after about an hour of driving I park near the woods not too far from where the teenagers park and make out. I don’t know where else to go. We already stopped at the gas station and picked up some food and ate it, everything else is closed, and he doesn’t wanna go home yet so I guess we’ll just sit here. I shut off the engine and sigh. “Isn’t it weird that there’s a fuckin forest right here? I mean, Nevada’s a desert, everywhere else there’s nothin but shrubs, so how the hell is there a forest?” He shifts in his seat and takes off the seatbelt and I do too.


“The magic, I guess.” His sister is a slayer so he knows about all the demons that live around here. The main reason Holly is in Ohio is because her mom wants her there were there are a lot of other slayers to help her fight the demons and vamps. Here she would’ve been at it alone and her chances of dying were a lot greater. “Some of the researchers at the slayer school are lookin into it, and they think it has to do with all the magic, gives the demons a place to hide.” But there’s other stuff then just demons in these woods and they seem to go on forever. “I’m gonna stretch my legs,” he says and gets out of the car. Might as well join him.


We walk around for a little bit but he knows not to go into the woods. The demons usually don’t venture very far from the protection of the trees so we’re moderately safe as long as we don’t go into them very far. He leads me to this little spot, down a little hill and behind some large bushes. There are some vines on the ground and they look like they’ve been flattened down. I guess he comes here a lot. He sits down and scoots over a little so I have enough room. When I’m all nice and settled he reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a baggie. He reaches into the baggie and pulls out a lighter and a joint and tokes up.


“I come out here when my mom and dad start fighting. They usually go on for hours, it’s easier to pretend it’s not happening when you’re not there.” He takes a hit and passes it to me. I give him a little smile ‘cause this is reminding me of my youth. Sittin in an abandoned building with my friends passin a joint around, gettin as high as kites. Ah, the good ol’ days. It became kinda pointless when I turned into a slayer ‘cause the shit doesn’t stay in my system long enough to really enjoy it. So I take a little hit and pass it back. “You’re a slayer for fuck’s sake take a bigger hit then that.” He takes a hit then passes it to me. Alright, he if he insists.


So, that’s what we do for about fifteen minutes. We take a hit then pass it back and forth until it’s all gone. I’m not feelin much, I got a little bit of a buzz goin a couple minutes ago but it’s already wearin off. It never lasts long. He’s pretty fuckin high though, zonin out and shit. I don’t think he’s moved in the last five minutes. I feel like I should be talkin to him, or tryin to get him to talk. I feel like a teen again, sittin here tryin to think of a way to get the guy’s attention. It usually didn’t take much but there were a couple that were a bit of a challenge.


“I know what it’s like,” I tell him and he looks at me, his eyes are red as hell and he has a confused look on his face. “Your parents fighting, I know what it’s like. Mine fought all the time too.” He smiles a little and looks into my eyes. Even with the redness the blue of his eyes are still so bright. So fuckin....gorgeous. Oh, this must be the weed talkin, or thinkin...whichever. I don’t move when I see him lean towards me. I close my eyes and his lips press against mine. He hesitates for a couple seconds but when I kiss him back he gets into it. He scoots a little closer to me and wraps his arms around my back. I feel his tongue rub against my lip so I open my mouth and invite him in.


God, where did this kid learn how to kiss? This feels so fuckin good. I rub the back of his neck with my hands and he leans forward until I’m on my back and he’s half on top of me. We pull a part of a second to catch our breath and he kisses me again. I slide my tongue into his mouth and swirl it around with his. I moan and he presses against me a little harder. This feels so good, his lips, his tongue, the way his fingers are rubbing the soft spot between my shoulder blades, but it’s wrong...I know it’s wrong and I shouldn’t be doin it but I can’t remember why.


I run my fingers through his hair on the back of his head. I spread my legs open a little bit to get a little more comfortable. I feel him move and he’s lyin between my legs now. I can feel his hard cock against me and I can’t help but smile. I’m gonna rock this kid’s world, he’s not gonna be able to keep up with me. He thinks he loves me now just wait until I get through with him. I wouldn’t be surprised if he started stalking me. I feel one of his hands on my stomach. I shift around a little to make it easier for him to reach the button on my jeans.


I feel my finger snag in his hair and he pulls back from the kiss. It takes me a minute to get my hand free. What the hell was that all about? I moan when he kisses my neck. I’ve always had a sensitive neck. But I can’t get distracted, I wanna know what his hair got caught on. I look over his shoulder at my left hand and I see my rings. My engagement ring and my wedding band. Fuck, what the fuck am I doing? I sit up really fast and he falls backwards. He looks confused, and a little mad, and really fuckin horny. I can’t blame him about the last one though.


“We can’t do this, I’m married.” I reach down and zip my pants back up. He looks a little mad and hurt. “I’m sorry, I never meant to be a tease.” He just nods his head. I’ve never felt this way before...I’ve never felt bad for not being able to sleep with someone. It’s like...he wanted me so much, and he was so sad because of his parents and he just wanted someone to make him feel better and he thought I was going to, and I let him think it. “It’s gettin late, we should go.” He nods and stands up the best he can and we walk back to the car. I feel like such an ass. I wouldn’t feel this way if he weren’t such a nice guy. I gotta stop making friends with nice guys, it always comes back to bite me in the ass.