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Chapter Ten

Entering the three story gray colonial, Buffy met with silence as soon as she walked in the house. The stairs greeted her, being adjacent to the door as they were. Her shoes clicked against the wood floors and she wondered how long it would take her mother to yell at her to take them off.

"Take off your shoes!"

Not long at all.

She kicked them off immediately, squelching the urge to keep them on just
to piss her off. She looked over at Spike who was fumbling with his own
shoes and smiled.

"Spike, you really don't have to."

"Yes. I do. Not gonna start off on the wrong foot with your mother no
matter how determined you are to," he muttered as he undid the laces and
kicked them off.

She stuck her tongue out at him even if he couldn't see her.

"I saw that," he said, untying the other shoe.

"Saw what?"

"You sticking your tongue out at me. I've got eyes in the back of my head
remember?"

Angel, hearing the tail end of their conversation as he came in, chuckled at
Spike's comment as he made his way up the stairs with their suitcases.

Kicking off his shoe, Spike stood erect and looked at her. "Ready?"

She nodded and he grabbed her hand. Funny how that was already
becoming a habit.

Walking into the cozy, tan toned living room the whistle heard in cowboys
movies during a showdown played out in her head. She felt like spitting out
the side of her mouth for good measure.

"Mom."

"Buffy."

"Dad."

"Oh for Christ's Sakes, would you two just knock it off," Hank, her father,
stood from his place in the huge cream colored EZ Boy and shook his head
at her mother. He came over to Buffy, pushing his shaggy sandy blond hair
out of his face and smiled. "Hi Pumpkin," he greeted her, kissing her cheek.

"Hi Daddy."

"How was the ride over?"

"Good," she smiled up at him. "Daddy, this is William."

"I thought it was Spike?" Hank raised an eyebrow, his blue eyes curious.

"Nickname, sir," Spike cut in. He extended his hand. "Nice to meet you
sir."

Sir?

"Nice to meet you too," Hank said taking his hand and giving it a firm
shake.

"We'd like to be able to say we've heard so much about you, but we can't,
now can we Buffy?" her mother finally spoke up from across the room in
her spot on the couch.

Buffy refrained from rolling her eyes.

"Don't let her get to you," Hank whispered before walking past them and
heading to the kitchen.

Buffy giggled and faced her mother and the stern look on her face. Her
mother sat poised, legs crossed and a glass of red wine held on her bent

knee.
"Mom, this is William. William this is –" The Psycho! "My mother."

Spike let go of her hand and immediately went to her mother who
appeared stunned by his move. She uncrossed her legs and put her glass
down, taking the hand Spike offered. He surprised the both of them by
kissing the back of her hand. She swore her mother blushed to the roots of
her honey brown wavy hair, her hazel eyes alight with delight.

"Mo-om! Look what Harmony did for me!" Dawn, Buffy's little sister, came
tearing down the stairs her dark brown hair whipping behind her and
stopped short when she saw Buffy and Spike. Harmony came down behind
her giggling. She too stopped when she company. She gave Buffy a
distasteful look before settling her eyes on Spike. Buffy watched in
fascination as a broad smile blossomed slowly on Harmony's blood red lips.
She flipped her perfectly straightened hair over her shoulder and stuck out
her enormous chest, standing taller than before. Her blue eyes spoke of
lust.

Buffy felt outrage. Outrage because Spike was supposed to be her fiancé
and the woman had the audacity to ogle him as if he were a piece of meat.
And, she was the one getting married the next day! She wanted to warn
her future husband that his bride to be was a barracuda. She also had the
urge to stalk over to Spike and wrap herself around him to drive the point
home that Spike was HERS. The implications behind that urge shook Buffy
a bit and she instead directed her attention to Dawn.

"Hey Dawnie—" she stopped. "You DID steal my pink t shirt!"

Dawn looked like a deer caught in the headlights for a minute before
shrugging and looking toward Joyce.

"Mom, like my makeup? Can I wear it like this for the wedding?"

Buffy took stock of the make up job. Surely her mother would say no to
that. What in the hell was she thinking? She looked like Bozo the Clown. Or
a streetwalker. Well, Harmony DID do the make up job so that made
sense . . .

"Looks lovely honey. Maybe we'll fiddle around a bit more before we
decide for the wedding all right?"

"What time do we need to be up tomorrow?" Buffy asked, wanting the
details so she could plan to get out of there as soon as humanely possible
and figure out a good time to tell them she was pregnant. If she decided to
go through with it. Now that she was here, she just wasn't sure anymore.

Angel chose that moment to waltz into the room. "You haven't told her
yet?" he asked Joyce.

Buffy looked up at him. "Told me what?"

Spike came over to her then and stood beside her.

"The wedding is on Sunday pumpkin, not tomorrow," Hank told her
coming back in the room with a cup of coffee.

Buffy's jaw dropped. "WHAT!?"

"It was the only way to get you here for a weekend," Joyce said
indignantly. "It wouldn't kill you to spend some time with your family, you
know."

"Under false pretenses. That's great mom, thanks. What was this? A huge
family conspiracy?"

"Pretty much. Cool huh?" Dawn laughed.

"What, did you have a special invitation made just for me?"

"Amazing what Copyland can do," Harmony smirked.

"This is unbelievable," Buffy muttered. "Can I ask if we're staying in my
old room or has that been changed to?"

"Don't be ridiculous," Joyce bristled.

"So what's on the agenda tomorrow?" Spike broke in, smiling.

Buffy wanted to hit him for actually sounding eager.

Joyce smiled and stood. "Well, tomorrow morning I'm taking Buffy
shopping for a dress."

"Mom, I have a dress."

She continued, ignoring her, "And Hank and Angel are picking up their
tuxes. Would you like to join them William?"

"Sounds good. Maybe I can spruce up my suit a bit."

Spruce up his suit? Buffy gave him a funny look and he grinned.

"Why don't you get some sleep, honey. You look a little worn," Hank
suggested.

"Thanks Dad, I think I will."

"Allow me to show you to your room," Harmony cut in and took Spike's
arm, batting her long lashes at him.

"Harmony, I used to live here. I think I know where my room is."

"Spike doesn't," Harmony retorted, her smile faltering.

"Good thing I'm with him then, huh?" Buffy said patronizingly and took
Spike's other arm and pulled.

Harmony took the hint and let him go, glaring at Buffy.

"Can't wait to meet the future intended," Buffy called over her shoulder.

"Good night everyone!" Spike called out and allowed Buffy to drag him up
the stairs.



A/N: thank you guys for the reviews! I"m glad you're finding it funny b/c I crack myself up writing it lol.





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