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BIRTHDAY MORNING VISITOR


Tuesday and Wednesday came and went without a call from Spike and Buffy didn't know if she was happy or not about that. On one hand, if he didn't call, then she would still be seeing him on Friday, which she had to admit she wanted to, in some small way. But on the other, if he called, then not only would she not see him, but she wouldn't have to meet his parents. She really didn't know what she wanted. Spike brought out these feelings in her that Buffy just wasn't used to dealing with. At least, not over someone she had just met. The last time she had felt anything remotely similar to this, was with Riley before he joined the army and left without a word. He had broken her heart, but then again, so had every other man in her life.

First, her dad had left her mom, her and her sister to go play house with his secretary. Then there was Angel in high school. He broke up with her after three years because, in his words, she wouldn't put out for him and was just a cock tease. Imagine her surprise when he came out as being gay in their first year at college. She still laughed when she thought about that. Then, just so she wouldn't be a virgin for the rest of her life, there had been Parker.

She had met him in college. He was nice and trying to help her adjust to the life. He said all the right things and made her feel special. So, after knowing him for a couple of weeks, she gave in to her body and need to be special to someone. He didn't call her the way he said he would. When she confronted him about it, he just smiled, shook his head and told her it had been fun, but nothing more. He then turned his attention back to the other girl he had been talking to, immediately forgetting about Buffy. She had cried to her best friend Willow for about week about how stupid she was for letting Parker use her that way. Willow had just patted her back, gave her tissues and offered ice creamy goodness. Then, she had met Riley.

Riley was from Iowa and seemed to really take an interest in her. They talked for hours. Could sit or walk and not have to say anything and still be comfortable. He didn't push her to be intimate. And when they finally were, it was. . .nice. They didn't have sex too often, but when they did, she felt safe. She thought maybe she might marry Riley, but then he had just left and she was alone again. That was three years ago. So now, here she was.

Last night she had gone to bed with thoughts of Dawn and how it was her birthday the next day. She wanted to make it special for her, considering the year she'd had. She had tried making a cake from scratch, sort of. Well, okay, from a box, but with the best intentions. It just didn't work out that way. Unless it was microwavable or already mixed together and just needed to be popped in the oven, Buffy didn't try to cook. Her and cooking were very unmixy.

She had every intention of waking up and, after dropping Dawn off at school, going to go and get a cake from the store. But, after the dreams she had last night, she didn't want to get out of bed. The memory of the dreams, and the man in the dreams, were fresh in her mind and she didn't want to ruin any sensation by getting out of bed. She sighed when she remembered the way he was kissing her and how she wanted to throw the alarm out the window when it starting blaring right as he was poised at the opening of her warm channel, seconds away from thrusting into her.

Looking at the clock, she knew that if she didn't get up right now, Dawn would be late for school. Taking a deep breath, she threw back her covers back and went to the bathroom to shower. The warm water felt good on her body and woke her up completely, only momentarily forgetting the yummy dreams of Spike she had the night before.

After getting dressed and stopping at Dawn's room to make sure she was awake and getting ready for school, Buffy headed downstairs to make cereal for her sister. 'Okay,' she thought to herself with a chuckle,' you can't actually make cereal, but it's better than burning the house to the ground.' She had just set the bowl down on the counter when Dawn came bounding into the kitchen with a smile on her face. Buffy couldn't hide her smile as she took her into a bear hug, a very sisterly bear hug that is.

"Happy Birthday Dawnie! Wow, sixteen. Who would've thunk you'd live this long?" she said with a smile as she pulled back.

"Hardy har har," Dawn said rolling her eyes but returning the smile. She couldn't believe it. She was sixteen today. She could start to think about becoming one of the driving population. Seeing the look on her sister's face, Buffy spoke up.

"So, I was thinking that tomorrow, when you get home from school, we could talk about maybe teaching you to drive. You know, the legal way and all."

"Really?! You really mean that Buffy? That would be so cool. Wait, why tomorrow? Why can't we do it today? Right now?"

Buffy couldn't help but smile at herself hearing her sister rant and ramble like a certain blonde someone had told her she did just the other day. Shaking her head to get her brain back to the newly able to drive teen, she held up her hand to cut Dawn off at the pass.

"I say tomorrow because today is about celebrating and not learning. Well, never mind that cuz you still have to go to school. Okay, let's try this again. Tonight, we party. Tomorrow, we talk drive. Okay?"

Dawn nodded her head. She may only be sixteen, but she knew when to keep her mouth shut. She went to sit down to eat her oh so nutritious Lucky Charms, watching as Buffy sat across from her and read the newspaper. She couldn't help but think about how they came to be here now.

Her mom had died about seven months ago from an aneurysm. The doctors said it was sudden and that she didn't feel any pain. All Dawn could do was hope that was true. She remembered how she cried herself to sleep every night for almost two months. She couldn't remember though ever seeing Buffy cry. 'I mean yeah, she cried at the funeral. But I don't think I've ever seen her cry other than that,' Dawn thought to herself. 'Maybe she didn't love mom that much. Now wait a minute there brain of mine. How can Buffy not love mom? That's just stupid. She's just being strong. For me.'

Buffy saw the look of concentration on Dawn's face as she watched her absently eating her cereal. She could tell by the look of pain in her eyes that she was thinking about their mom. But then a look of shock, then anger, then embarrassment followed by a look of understanding flashed so quickly she wasn't sure she had seen any of them.

She was about the ask Dawn about it when there was a knock at the door. Dawn jumped up yelling, "I'll get it!" before Buffy knew what was happening. She stood up and started clearing the counter, putting Dawn's bowl and her coffee cup in the sink for washing later. She was about the gather up the newspaper when she heard Dawn yelling at her from the front door.

"Buffy! It's for you!"

Buffy rolled her eyes trying to figure out where her baby sister had ever learned her manners from. She walked out of the kitchen and stopped in her tracks when she saw who was at the front door.

"Hey Buffy. Good to see you again. You look good."

"Riley?"





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