January 2012

Los Angeles, California

Buffy/Faith

Sunnydale had become nothing but a crater in the ground back in May of 2003, nearly nine years ago now, and since then so much had changed for Buffy. She no longer had the sole burden of slaying but was able to share the work load with hundreds of thousands of girls worldwide. No longer having to spend all of her time and energy on her slaying she had been able to do something she had never really thought possible.

She had a family of her own. She was a Mommy. It was an amazing dream come true in so many ways, although she had not thought at all about going about it the way she had. Well really she hadn't planned to be a parent at all, but a drunken one night stand with Oliver Pike, an old flame from Hemery, had led her to conceive her trio of beautiful and identical daughters,Ella, Isla and Orla , who were now five.

During her emotional whirlwind of a pregnancy Buffy had formed a good friendship with the girls' father but most surprisingly she had fallen crazily, madly and completely in love, not with the handsome and charming Pike who was of course very much her type, but with none other than Faith Lehane. And now five years later they were still going strong and had added another two children to their brood, Seth who was two and a half now and had been carried by Faith and Chuy their newly one year old Buffy had given birth to using the same sperm donor.

They also had Toby, Faith's seven year old son from a failed relationship with Robin Wood and together they had sought out the daughter Faith had given birth to before she had even been called as a Slayer and had rescued her from the Boston Foster System. Her name was Harper Truth Boston Lehane and she'd just turned fifteen. They had gained custody of her the Christmas just before her eleventh birthday and she had been almost twelve when she had first come into her slayer powers.

Now after several years away from California they were back and for good this time as far as they knew. Together with Giles, Willow, Xander, Andrew and a few key others they were going to be starting the newest headquarters for the International Council of Watchers and Slayers or as it was commonly called amoungst its members, the ICWS. They would be setting up shop in the Hyperion Hotel, along with Angel Investigations which had re-opened almost eight years ago now and to the right of the front desk, part of the hotel had been renovated to house "The New Magic Box" where Anya and Tara would be working together.

Being back in Los Angeles was great and all and Buffy was happy she really was, especially as her girls would be able to see their Dad a lot more and get to know him better. Plus it was home to her and always would be, but the new house wasn't unpacked yet, it was a chaos with boxes and old news papers everywhere. She could hear Faith out in the yard with some of the kids, trying to help them burn off some energy and keep them out from underfoot.

Buffy was trying to unpack as much as she could as fast as she could so they could all settle into their new home. Baby Chuy had just woken up from the nap he'd been taking on a cushion in their new living room of their new model suburban home. The adorable blond bub was new to his feet and both his mothers were not used to his ability to walk just yet. It was this fact that kept the distracted blond from noticing her baby waddling over to where she had left the knife she had been using to cut open the tape on the boxes she was busy unpacking.

When she turned around she managed to spot him just as he reached for said knife "No Chuy!" she said firmly and gave the back of his hand a sharp tap, not really to hurt him or anything but to get his attention.

"No touching Mommy's knife" she said firmly to make sure the little one got the message. Chuy started to cry, not the genuine tears but more of an afronted wail. Buffy knew she hadn't hurt her son but she still felt guilty, she had never swated her youngest before, he was still her little baby after all.

"Oh Chuy" she said as she scooped him up into her arms.

"Let's go see what Momma and the big kids are doing outside".

…

Willow/Tara/Kennedy

With three Moms and three sets of twins things were always busy and chaotic but really Willow wouldn't change her family for the world. She had her soulmate in Tara and had been over the moon when the 'Powers that Be' had sent her back after she, Willow had called all the potential slayers. But Willow had been with Kennedy at the time and be crazy about the younger slayer. It had taken a few months of confusion and heartache for them to come to the understanding and conclusion that the three of them together was the best solution.

Now eight years later they were still together and had even started a family nearly two years into the relationship, with the help of a certain werewolf who was still dear to the redheaded witch's heart. Tara had been the first to conceive and had carried a son, Gaia Daniel and a daughter Aradia Taryn. The strawberry blond twins were now six and incridably sweet and smart, with a love of magick and computers they were very much a mix of their parents.

Willow had given birth to their second set of twins two years after the first set had been born, the redheaded girls looked very alike although Laurel Karlowel and Myrtle Willxandree were not identical twins, no the identical twins were the two year old boys Kennedy had given birth to, Kendrix Dannedy and McKenz Baith.

The move to Los Angeles would allo Oz to be more envolved with his twins. The werewolf was their Daddy, he wasn't just a donor to the family and living closer would mean he would be given the opporunity to be more of a co-parent from now on and the children would be able to get to know their two half brothers Austin and Kelden as well as their stepbrother Cian and adopted sister Hero.

But of course like with any big change the move came with it's on challenges. A new home in a new place would mean a change in the family routine. No longer living at the Slayer school in Cleveland would be a big change for the children who were used to the community feel of being raised in a tight nit group.

Willow had decided they would counitue to home-school the children until they were older and could make an informed descion about how and where they would like to continue their education. Teaching them at home meant that they were not restricted by the curriculum or grade system. The children learnt what they wanted when they were ready. And as a family they were able to have the children learning in a multi-lingual system that worked for them.

Kennedy herself was mixed race and multi-lingual. Her mother Pauletta was born and raised in Brazil and had taught her daughter to speak Portraguese as a child so she could communicate with her maternal side of the family. Where as her father, Jose, as self-made business man from Mexico had felt it important that she speak Spanish as well as English, so young Kennedy had grown up speaking three languages and now she was passing on that part of her cultural identity to her six children, just as Willow was passing on some of their history of being an at least in part, racially Jewish family.

As a family they had a unique way of doing things, that parents were raising their children using a modified version of attachement parenting that workered well for them on a whole. Although they each had their own beds the children often co-slept either with their parents or with each other. All six children had been breastfed and although they were not all the biological parent to all of the children Willow and Tara had both breastfed all six children at one point or another and Kennedy had nursed her twin sons and continued to do so.

All six chilren despite being over what was widely considered the normal age to breastfeed to, still nursed from time to time. The youngest two still nursed on demand, several times a day from which ever mother was avaliable to them at them time. Myrtle and Laurel still nursed most days although Kennedy refused to nurse them as she felt they were a bit too old, Willow and Tara both nursed the girls on a semi regular occasion. The eldest two had mostly self-weened now aged six but would still on occasion nurse when feeling particularly unwell or upset.

As a family they had committed to being vegetarians and none of their six children had ever eaten meat. The family ate mostly organic foods, especially vegetables and fruits that had grown in the grounds of the Kendra Young Memorial Potential Accademy for Gifted Girls where they had called home until their recent move to a nice four bedroom suburban house in Los Angeles.

Together as a family they were about to sit down for their first dinner in their new home, Tara had pulled together a wonderful meal, Willow had spread out a sheet on the living room floor for an indoor picnic while Kennedy had been charged with getting the childrens' hands washed before they ate.

"Okay is everyone ready?" Willow asked as they all gathered together on the sheet, their was a chorous of "Yes Mama" from all six children.

"Great, Mommy who do you think should lead us in 'Thanks' tonight?" Willow asked, turning to smile at her mousy haired partner who smiled back.

"I think Guy did a wonderful job today being a good role modal for his brothers and sisters" Tara said, the other two mothers nodded their agreement.

"Good job Guy, can you start us off?" Kennedy praised her son. All three mothers worked very hard to make sure their children felt loved and were given pleanty of positive praise and encouragement during the day, it was far more common in their household then scoldings of punishments, which did of course happen from time to time, they had six chilren who were still quite young after all.

Each meal a child was chosen to lead them in saying 'Thanks' which was similar to saying 'Grace' in a Christian household but was more about thanking the universe and the earth their meal grew from and was done through song.

"Thank you, Thank you!" Gaia began to sing and was soon joined by the rest of the family.

"Thank you, thank you very much, for all the things I can see, smell and touch, thank you for natures gift, especially for the meal we're about to dish and thanks again for love, laughter, family and friends" they all sang together before they passed out the plates, cups and cuttlery, the children began to serve themselves with fimiliarity and ease.

These children were being raised to be strong, capable and indipendent people and were encouraged to do things on their own, such as pouring their own drinks into a cup at the age of two and dishing their own food onto their plates without their parents micromanaging them. Their two year old twins were perfectly able to pour themeselves some juice and drink from a cup without a sippy lid, any spills could always been cleaned up after and the children were able to do that too.

A/N: This fic will follow the Scoobies and Fang Gang, plus some other canon characters' lives post tv series with some bits of comic book canon mixed into the story (although I haven't read the comics I have done my Googeling and kept bits I liked) it does follow a lot of canon but without all of the deaths or with some characters having come back from the death. We will look at their unique family lives and see how raising their kids is going for them. This fic will having spanking in most chapters but the main foucuss of the story is the relationships within the families. Their will be some interest pairings and a lot of controversial parenting ideas and practices, not all of which I agree with personally but felt fit for that family in this piece of FICTIONAL writing. Constructive critisim is always welcome and if you having any ideas let me know, prompts for family scenes would most likely be written into the story. Each chapter will focuss on two to four of the little families or a few families in an interaction together.

Disclaimer: I don't own the canon characters, I do own most of the kids, although some kids will be canon or based on canon kids, if you are unsure just ask =)