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Chapter 7
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Chapter 7
Faith’s POV
My mother always told me I’d be a lot of things when I grew up. Granted none of them were very nice. She never told me though that I’d be a mom. And could we be honest for a second here – I was really not mother material. I didn’t bake. The best I could do was burn a piece of toast or two. I had no idea what appropriate television shows children should watch. Plus, my language… come on. Have you heard the way I talk for god’s sake? I could make a Harley riding, tattooed, three hundred and fifty pound scary motherfucker blush. (And I have, but that’s a totally different story).
But I told them I would stay. And I meant to keep the promise. I had rarely kept my promise to anyone. Mostly because no one had ever asked. But still, I had to try.
Not that B was gonna let just let me sit down and become the second mother. Hello Faith, welcome to domesticity. Didn’t know that was in store for you, now did you? How was I going to do this? I didn’t know. But I couldn’t ignore the feelings she stirred in me. (The Kid – not Buffy). And she just seemed so happy there. They had this nice little family unit going. Truth was, I was always an outsider when it came to B and her gang. But now, now I had something they couldn’t take away. Because like it or not, I was her mother.
Everyone had left the room after B’s little outburst. I had to admit that they knew when to make an exit. I probably would have tried to take Red or Kennedy down, if they didn’t. Red was one I was going to have to watch. She didn’t want me here. And I could tell that she wouldn’t be jumping on the “Let’s Forgive Faith” bandwagon anytime soon. How the hell did this always happen? Why was I the bad one all over again? Well, I guess we all know the answer to that one, huh?
Buffy stood up, wiping her eyes. She looked at Liza, “Your mother is crazy stressed kiddo.” She smiled at her.
Liza did this thing then. She crinkled her nose and smiled. It was such a buffyism that I couldn’t help it, I laughed. “She takes after you,” I said softly.
“In some ways, yes she does I guess.”
Buffy sat down next to her and looked at me. I figured we were going to have to have that talk. But what the hell was I supposed to say? I hadn’t even really explained to them why I went away in the first place. Was I supposed to tell a five year old?
I guess we were both trying to figure out how to start this; cause Liza finally broke the ice. She looked at me and smiled. “We look alike.”
I nodded. “Yeah.” Wow I was a genius. Bow before my sparkling wit.
She seemed to be taking my presence better than the rest of the people in the house though.
“When I was little, I heared Mommy talking about you once. I knew she was talking about my other mommy. She sounded so sad. She said you were just scared. Is that why you leaved me?”
How the fuck was I supposed to answer that? I looked to B for help. No such luck. She seemed stunned by the kid’s intuition.
I decided to be straight with her. Well, as straight as you can be with a five year old. No need to give her more fodder for the future therapist she was bound to see one day. “Well, I don’t know where to begin really. It was hard, I guess. I was really scared, and very sick,” she crinkled her nose again. God that was cute. “Not sick like when you get a cold sick,” I pointed to my head, “sick here. And I knew that B, I mean your mom, would take care of you. She is a really good person,” I pointed to her heart, “Here.”
She looked sad all of a sudden. Shit shit shit. Did I say something wrong?
Buffy cleared her throat, “Not that Faith didn’t love you, pumpkin. She just wanted you to have more than she could give you.”
Liza nodded. “So you loved me too.”
Oh god, this was terrible. Of course I loved her. Giving her away, it was…I couldn’t tell her that. “Yes. Yes I did. A whole lot. So much that I wanted you to have it better than I did.” I took a deep breath, “When I was little – well my mom wasn’t so nice. And I was being stupid and thought that I might not be a nice mom either.”
“Of course,” Buffy interjected, “Faith can always be stupid when the moment arises.” She winked at me. “And she was wrong.”
Liza looked at me, “Is that why you comed back here?”
I nodded. “To tell you the truth I didn’t know what I was going to find when I got here. But seeing you and B… you are so pretty and so smart, well it makes me happy.”
She giggled, “Mommy is pretty and smart too. AndI make everyone happy. It’s my job.”
Buffy rolled her eyes, “Unfortunately I could not curve the egotistical side that she so luckily inherited from you.”
“So, what are we going to do now?”
Buffy stood up, “Well, I guess we should show you around.”
“Yeah, B this is a wicked house.”
The kid looked up at me, “It’s not bad. It’s a very nice house. Good energy.”
Buffy smiled, “Good energy – thank you Willow.” She turned to Liza, “Sometimes Faith has a weird way of expressing things. She uses words the rest of us feel are too dorky to use.”
Thanks B. “I am so not a dork. In fact, I am way cooler than most people.”
Liza giggled, “I like cool people. Aunt Dawn is pretty cool. She buys me things.”
“Liza, we do not just like people because they buy us things. You love Dawn cause she is your aunt.”
She nodded, “Yeah. My aunt who buys me things.”
“Well,” I said, “I never had an aunt who buys me things. So you are really really luck.”
She nodded, “And now I have two mommies. I will be the only one at my school that has two mommies. That’s extra special cool.”
B cringed. I guess I would have too if I were her. I wondered how the rest of the Scooby gang was going to take to me being here.
“Hello honeys, I’m home,” Xander announced, walking into the room. “Holy shit – Faith! What are you doing here? Get behind me Liza, I’ll protect you. Back off slayer.”
Buffy rolled her eyes at him, “It’s fine Xander. Chill out.”
“Chill out. You want me to chill out? Psycho is here and you are telling me to chill out. I don’t think so. Come here Liza.”
“It’s okay Xander,” I tried.
“Yeah like I’m gonna trust you.” He looked to Buffy, “Why are you letting her around Liza?”
Liza looked at me, confused. I’m gonna kick this motherfucker’s ass in about five seconds. One eyeball or not. I stepped closer to him.
B intervened. “Nope. No way. I know what you’re thinking, but just put it back in that stubborn head of yours.”
Damn. Guess I couldn’t really beat him up with the kid there. The bastard was lucky. Were they all going to be like this? I mean, I supposed I could understand why they were so protective, but it wasn’t like I was going to run off in the middle of the night… well, I guess they had a reason to be suspicious. Still, I didn’t want to leave Liza. I didn’t think I could. And there was still the matter of B. We kissed. Did I mention that? Maybe it was nothing. Probably it was nothing. But… I shouldn’t be thinking about that. I should be thinking about getting to know my daughter. And getting the Scoobs to trust me again. Or actually, getting them to trust me for the first time.
Fuck. This was going to be harder than I thought.
TBC
Chapter 7
Faith’s POV
My mother always told me I’d be a lot of things when I grew up. Granted none of them were very nice. She never told me though that I’d be a mom. And could we be honest for a second here – I was really not mother material. I didn’t bake. The best I could do was burn a piece of toast or two. I had no idea what appropriate television shows children should watch. Plus, my language… come on. Have you heard the way I talk for god’s sake? I could make a Harley riding, tattooed, three hundred and fifty pound scary motherfucker blush. (And I have, but that’s a totally different story).
But I told them I would stay. And I meant to keep the promise. I had rarely kept my promise to anyone. Mostly because no one had ever asked. But still, I had to try.
Not that B was gonna let just let me sit down and become the second mother. Hello Faith, welcome to domesticity. Didn’t know that was in store for you, now did you? How was I going to do this? I didn’t know. But I couldn’t ignore the feelings she stirred in me. (The Kid – not Buffy). And she just seemed so happy there. They had this nice little family unit going. Truth was, I was always an outsider when it came to B and her gang. But now, now I had something they couldn’t take away. Because like it or not, I was her mother.
Everyone had left the room after B’s little outburst. I had to admit that they knew when to make an exit. I probably would have tried to take Red or Kennedy down, if they didn’t. Red was one I was going to have to watch. She didn’t want me here. And I could tell that she wouldn’t be jumping on the “Let’s Forgive Faith” bandwagon anytime soon. How the hell did this always happen? Why was I the bad one all over again? Well, I guess we all know the answer to that one, huh?
Buffy stood up, wiping her eyes. She looked at Liza, “Your mother is crazy stressed kiddo.” She smiled at her.
Liza did this thing then. She crinkled her nose and smiled. It was such a buffyism that I couldn’t help it, I laughed. “She takes after you,” I said softly.
“In some ways, yes she does I guess.”
Buffy sat down next to her and looked at me. I figured we were going to have to have that talk. But what the hell was I supposed to say? I hadn’t even really explained to them why I went away in the first place. Was I supposed to tell a five year old?
I guess we were both trying to figure out how to start this; cause Liza finally broke the ice. She looked at me and smiled. “We look alike.”
I nodded. “Yeah.” Wow I was a genius. Bow before my sparkling wit.
She seemed to be taking my presence better than the rest of the people in the house though.
“When I was little, I heared Mommy talking about you once. I knew she was talking about my other mommy. She sounded so sad. She said you were just scared. Is that why you leaved me?”
How the fuck was I supposed to answer that? I looked to B for help. No such luck. She seemed stunned by the kid’s intuition.
I decided to be straight with her. Well, as straight as you can be with a five year old. No need to give her more fodder for the future therapist she was bound to see one day. “Well, I don’t know where to begin really. It was hard, I guess. I was really scared, and very sick,” she crinkled her nose again. God that was cute. “Not sick like when you get a cold sick,” I pointed to my head, “sick here. And I knew that B, I mean your mom, would take care of you. She is a really good person,” I pointed to her heart, “Here.”
She looked sad all of a sudden. Shit shit shit. Did I say something wrong?
Buffy cleared her throat, “Not that Faith didn’t love you, pumpkin. She just wanted you to have more than she could give you.”
Liza nodded. “So you loved me too.”
Oh god, this was terrible. Of course I loved her. Giving her away, it was…I couldn’t tell her that. “Yes. Yes I did. A whole lot. So much that I wanted you to have it better than I did.” I took a deep breath, “When I was little – well my mom wasn’t so nice. And I was being stupid and thought that I might not be a nice mom either.”
“Of course,” Buffy interjected, “Faith can always be stupid when the moment arises.” She winked at me. “And she was wrong.”
Liza looked at me, “Is that why you comed back here?”
I nodded. “To tell you the truth I didn’t know what I was going to find when I got here. But seeing you and B… you are so pretty and so smart, well it makes me happy.”
She giggled, “Mommy is pretty and smart too. AndI make everyone happy. It’s my job.”
Buffy rolled her eyes, “Unfortunately I could not curve the egotistical side that she so luckily inherited from you.”
“So, what are we going to do now?”
Buffy stood up, “Well, I guess we should show you around.”
“Yeah, B this is a wicked house.”
The kid looked up at me, “It’s not bad. It’s a very nice house. Good energy.”
Buffy smiled, “Good energy – thank you Willow.” She turned to Liza, “Sometimes Faith has a weird way of expressing things. She uses words the rest of us feel are too dorky to use.”
Thanks B. “I am so not a dork. In fact, I am way cooler than most people.”
Liza giggled, “I like cool people. Aunt Dawn is pretty cool. She buys me things.”
“Liza, we do not just like people because they buy us things. You love Dawn cause she is your aunt.”
She nodded, “Yeah. My aunt who buys me things.”
“Well,” I said, “I never had an aunt who buys me things. So you are really really luck.”
She nodded, “And now I have two mommies. I will be the only one at my school that has two mommies. That’s extra special cool.”
B cringed. I guess I would have too if I were her. I wondered how the rest of the Scooby gang was going to take to me being here.
“Hello honeys, I’m home,” Xander announced, walking into the room. “Holy shit – Faith! What are you doing here? Get behind me Liza, I’ll protect you. Back off slayer.”
Buffy rolled her eyes at him, “It’s fine Xander. Chill out.”
“Chill out. You want me to chill out? Psycho is here and you are telling me to chill out. I don’t think so. Come here Liza.”
“It’s okay Xander,” I tried.
“Yeah like I’m gonna trust you.” He looked to Buffy, “Why are you letting her around Liza?”
Liza looked at me, confused. I’m gonna kick this motherfucker’s ass in about five seconds. One eyeball or not. I stepped closer to him.
B intervened. “Nope. No way. I know what you’re thinking, but just put it back in that stubborn head of yours.”
Damn. Guess I couldn’t really beat him up with the kid there. The bastard was lucky. Were they all going to be like this? I mean, I supposed I could understand why they were so protective, but it wasn’t like I was going to run off in the middle of the night… well, I guess they had a reason to be suspicious. Still, I didn’t want to leave Liza. I didn’t think I could. And there was still the matter of B. We kissed. Did I mention that? Maybe it was nothing. Probably it was nothing. But… I shouldn’t be thinking about that. I should be thinking about getting to know my daughter. And getting the Scoobs to trust me again. Or actually, getting them to trust me for the first time.
Fuck. This was going to be harder than I thought.
TBC