Blood of My Blood
Chapter 13

AN: Sorry for the wait, I've been working on an AU that I'll post in the future once I have more of it done, as well as my first dramione fic that I've posted at a couple archives and my LJ. Thank you to I'm Bloody English for the quick beta.



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"So, why didn't you tell me about this before, Buffy?" Joyce asked as she set down mugs of cocoa between her and her daughter.

"Because no one talks about their sex life with their parents...that's just gross." Buffy pulled a face at the thought then sipped at her drink. "And like I said, I was hoping for it to happen a long, long while from now. He thinks it's already started, though, and got all pissy that I wasn't overjoyed at being a teen mother. Stupid vampire."

"Honey, did you try telling him that?"

"Yes! But he's still all oversensitive about it!" She rolled her eyes and then glared at her mug. "I know back when he was human, girls were getting hitched at my age and starting with the babies, but that's not the way it works these days, you know—not unless you're some sort of jail bait."

There was a soft chuckle. "I suppose that he still thinks with a Victorian mind, but honey...I wasn't much older than you when I became a mother."

"You're s'posed to be on my side," Buffy whined.

“I'm only on the side of what's best for you and now my new grandkids,” Joyce said with amusement, taking a sip of her cocoa before continuing. “Now, I admit I'm not thrilled with you getting pregnant so young and I expect you to continue with your studies. You'll have plenty of us to help you. Now, it's silly for you both to be fighting when you should be celebrating the possible good news.”

Buffy started to roll her eyes but caught a stern look from her mother, so she quickly gulped down some of the hot liquid in her cup.

“First thing's first, though,” Joyce continued. “I'm taking you over to the hospital to get you a pregnancy test to make sure this is what we think it is.”

“Mom...but, I hate hospitals.”

“Too bad. My grandbabies require proper medical care. So, just finish up your cocoa and we'll head on over.” She got up after having the final word and went to put her mug in the sink.

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At the hospital, the two Summers women were sitting in the waiting room of one of the OB/Gyn offices, the doctor a friend of Joyce's. Buffy's head was lowered as she picked at her shirt like she was waiting on the principal. A pointed cough above her got her attention, causing her to look up and see Melody standing there with her hands on her hips. It was a look so very similar to Buffy.

Joyce lifted her eyes next and gave the girl a small smile before standing. She told Buffy, “I'm going to just go find something to drink. I'll bring you some juice, honey.”

“What did you do to dad?” Melody demanded as soon as Grandma was out of the room.

“And why is it me who did something wrong?” Buffy frowned at the annoying girl. It was hard to think that this was her daughter sometimes—difficult times like now. Melody was quite obviously a daddy's girl.

“Because dad is moping around the house and 'cause you're you.”

“I can't believe I raised such a brat. I don't talk to my mom like that,” Buffy hissed, getting to her feet to face her child.

“No, you whine to her.” Melody crossed her arms smugly.

“Well, Miss Bratty, your father sees nothing wrong with knocking up a teenage girl. That is what this is all about, okay?” Buffy threw out her hands as her voice grew louder. “Your father is such an oversensitive jerk that just because I said I wished I was older before getting pregnant, he thinks that it meant I hated him and you girls. Maybe you should be over there giving him the big fat reality check. How would he like it if some older guy got you pregnant? You look about my age.”

“I think he's just trying to make the best of the situation and be happy to be having kids at all,” Melody retorted with a toss of her multi-coloured hair. “And I think he'd kill anyone that tried to put a bun in my oven.”

“Unfortunately, I don't have a dad to sic on him...at least, not one that cares enough to do that.”

“Miss Summers?” A nurse poked her head into the room and looked at both of them questioningly.

“Coming,” Buffy told her with a smile before looking back to Melody. “I guess I'm about to go find out if there's a point to all this fighting. You already know, though...why aren't you just spilling the beans?”

“If I say more than you need to know then you'll start wanting to know everything, and that can change the future and cause problems. And for all I know, the Powers can change their plans at any time based on us coming to the past.” She gave her mom a shrug then went to find Joyce.

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Later, back at the house, everything was dark as Buffy walked inside. She wasn't terribly surprised—why did a vampire need to turn on lights and she could sense him inside anyway. Her hands twisted together as she stood just inside the door, not sure if she should go forward or run back to her mother's house. It didn't help that she couldn't see beyond her face in the dark, adding to the urge to run even if she could have simply turned on a light.

“How long you goin' to stand there, pet?” Spike suddenly said from beside her, making her jump with a small squeal.

The light came on and she looked at him with wide eyes for a moment before reaching up to smack his shoulder.

“That's not funny.”

“Wasn't meant to be,” he said quietly, leaning against the wall and pushing the door closed. “What were you doin' at the hospital? Mum okay?”

“Yeah, she took me to get a pregnancy test after I told her everything,” she responded. Then she dropped her hands and asked, “How did you know? I figure you're the one that let Melody know I was there.”

“The claim, Slayer, an' yeah, I did.” He looked down at her, studying her silently.

It was difficult to see what he was thinking. She really wished she was better at using the claim the way he did to pry into her head.

“So, what did the doctor say?”

“Don't you already know from picking my mind?” She jabbed a finger at her temple and frowned at him, fire sparking in her eyes finally.

He took a step forward and lifted his hands as if he was going to strangle her. “Why do you have to make everythin' so bloody difficult?”

“Oh, because I apparently hate you,” she snarked, lifting her chin, unaffected by his threatening stance. “Why do you have to be so stupid?”

His fingers curled and she could hear his knuckles pop as she watched the muscles in his jaw flex dangerously. She gulped, fearing he was finally going to let anger get the best of him—he was soulless after all. In the next instant, she was sure he picked up that stray thought by the way something dark flashed in his eyes and the gold started to bleed in.

Opening her mouth to quickly apologize, she didn't get a sound out before he was assaulting her lips with his own. His body pressed hers into the wall while his fingers tangled in her hair. That was not quite the reaction she had been expecting and she stood there stunned until the kiss began to work its magic on her. She started to return the kiss, melting against him until he finally pulled away.

“Please, kitten, tell me the news,” Spike pleaded hoarsely. “We can work from there.”

“I'm...pregnant...” she said haltingly, letting out a long breath and lowering her eyes.

“You sound so bloody thrilled.”

He began to release her, but she lifted her gaze quickly and grabbed hold of his arms to keep him with her. Her eyes narrowed, tired of this crap—very tired. This was going to have to stop, especially with her being made out to be the Big Bad Bitch of the West. If she was going to be someone's mother then she needed to straighten this all out once and for all...so he could get down to pampering his pregnant mate, of course.

“Look, we can't keep doing this and this is the last time I'm going to say this. I...” she continued tentatively, “love you and our daughters, but,” then stronger, “that doesn't mean I can't be worried. I know you didn't think you'd get kids, being a vampire and all, and I know that in your time girls my age were married with babies. That's not he way it works now. I'm supposed to get to finish High School and go to college where I party my ass off then cram at last minute. Then, if I was normal, I'd get to think about all that adult stuff like career and family. Being a slayer, I was just happy if I made it to college and got to live it up a bit.”

She licked her lips then saw he was about to speak so she shook her head. “Now, on top of not getting to be a real teenager because of my calling, what little fun I get just went 'poof', right out the window. I don't even know if this means I get to attend my last year of High School. I work hard to make it this far and survive longer than a lot of slayers, but don't get to see the rewards. So gee, I wonder why I wasn't all bubbly happy over this happening now. You just make it worse by accusing me of not loving you or my daughters.”

With that, she released him and stood back with her arms crossed to signal she was finally done with her rant. He was frowning still, but at least she saw it wasn't really focused on her.

“Slayer...Buffy,” he began after pondering her words, “You'll get your Senior year, I promise you that. An' if we can, you'll get your university, too, even if we have to do it online or by mail, okay? You got me an' mum to help carry the load, once we do somethin' about Amanda, that is.”

“Yeah, 'cause if she kills us I'm sure the point is moot,” Buffy said sullenly, turning to sit down on one of the bottom steps of the staircase. “You think she's dead like Melody said? Or a vampire? I think this'll be the only time I hope someone's a vampire...”

“I'd almost take that as an insult if I weren't thinkin' the same thing.” He sat down beside her and slid his arms around her small frame. “That is assumin' that as a vampire she'd survive havin' this entity ripped out of her.”

“Hey, Mr. Party Pooper, leave me with a little delusional hope here,” she whined.

“So, we good, pet?” he asked, resting his chin on her shoulder. His baby blues peered into hers hopefully.

“You tell me. You're the one that was really upset about my lack of joyfulness at the quick pregnancy.” She blushed slightly and added with a healthy dose of shame, “And the one that got clocked in the nose...”

“Never could stay mad at you,” he vowed softly, gifting her with a small smile to make her feel better. “Though, could we curb that instinct in the future? Don't need to be teachin' the sprogs the virtues of spousal abuse...”

“Oh god, I'm a husband beater!” she instantly wailed and buried her face in his chest, causing him to groan at his stupid chosen words.

“Pet, luv... you're not an abuser,” he quickly tried to calm her down. “You hit me once. Once! Well, okay, you hit me more than that, but that was when I was tryin' to kill you. But, since we've been mated there's been just that once. If we go by since we met, then we'd be screwed.”

His ears picked up a hiccuped laugh that was muffled by his shirt. He took that as a good sign that he had made it all better, which had his chest swelling with manly pride at his skill at taking care of his mate. Well, most of the time. He needed the points where he could get them. While he was still ahead, he scooped her up and carried her toward their room. Now that they knew she was pregnant, he was definitely going to make sure she got plenty of rest and nourishment.