Ira waved his hand in front of Sheila's face, slapping her slightly. When she came to, she smiled at him. "Oh, Ira, I had the strangest dream! Willow was in her bed with a naked man," she replied.

"Um, Sheila...it wasn't a dream," Ira corrected.

"Willow, what have we told you! Fornicating in your parents' house! Ira, I told you King Friday was a bad influence!" Sheila murmured, looking at her daughter and the man in her bed. Willow looked guilty, the man just smirked.

"Well...at least there isn't a..." Ira started but was interrupted by Lili's cries "...baby." It was Ira's turn to faint and Sheila smacked him awake.

"I guess I have some 'splainin' to do, huh?" Willow asked.

"I'd like to think so! You're bringing strange men into our house! He could be a murderer!" Sheila cried and Spike chuckled, Willow hit him with her pillow. Hard. "Explain now!"

"Hate to break up this touchin' reunion but last thing I'd like to do is show the full monty," Spike broke in. "Not as much as I hate you breakin' up our little union."

Sheila threw her hands up in defeat and she and Ira went downstairs. Spike sat up, chuckling as he pulled his jeans on then lay back down. Willow glared at him then she struck. She pounced on his stomach and wrapped her hands around his throat, attempting to strangle him, causing the bed to bounce a whole lot.

Downstairs, Ira restrained Sheila from storming upstairs and performing a Lorena Bobbit on their daughter's boyfriend. "Sheila, just ignore it," Ira calmed.

Sheila frowned and sat on the sofa as the creaking bed springs got louder. "I DON'T HEAR ANYTHING! AREN'T YOU SHOCKED AT HOW QUIET IT IS?!" she shouted as to be heard.

Spike quickly grew tired of the tussle and pinned her beneath him, not going to admit how her squirming made it nearly impossible to hide his arousal. "Now that that's settled, can we act mature, pet?" he taunted.

Willow somehow managed to free her hand and smacked him. "Spike!" she growled and he captured her hands above her head. He stared down at her, she was slightly flushed from their fight earlier, her tongue darted out to moisten her lips and he moaned softly. "Spike?"

She was confused...there was something in his eyes she'd never seen before...she couldn't explain it and before she could say anything else, his lips met hers. Then he pulled away. "Your parents are waiting," he said, walking to Lili's room.

Willow stared after him, confusion in her eyes, then her fingers flew to her lips. Oz had never kissed her like that, it made her tingly all over, a pleasant feeling. She wondered if it was just kissing a vampire or kissing Spike that made her feel like...like that.

You bloody pillock! his mind screamed. You just ruined your friendship! He sighed and carefully picked up Lili. "Well, luv, your dad's a bleeding idiot," he told Lili. "I think I just broke up your mum and I. Sorry 'bout that, lit'l bit. I love her, y'know. Never felt this way, not even 'bout Dru. Now she's gonna hate me. Guess it's time to face the grandparents, eh?" He held her tight and walked across the hall to Willow's room and knocked on the door. "Ready, pet?"

"Um, sure," came Willow's reply as she walked out of the room. The two walked downstairs and Spike lounged on the recliner, holding Lili while Willow sat in the love seat. I cannot believe he's pretending not to have kissed me! Willow thought furiously.

"Would you, uh, introduce us to..." Sheila started, not able to stop staring at the baby that the man in question held.

"Name's Spike," he said.

"Spike?" Sheila whimpered.

"Is he the one in the band?" Ira questioned.

"No, that was Oz," Willow supplied.

"But I'm in a band. I sing," Spike replied, remembering what he had told Joyce.

"You're in the band with Bunny?" Sheila asked.

"Yeah, Buffy the drummer," Spike replied. "Red's the keyboardist and Chubs is, he's the bassist. And his chit is the gropey."

"Gropey?" Ira asked. "Don't you mean 'groupie?'"

"No, he means gropey," Willow laughed. "And that's Lili. She's not ours...someone left her and we felt sorry for her and Spike became the father-figure."

Sheila let out a sigh of relief. "But about earlier?" she asked.

"Wasn't what it seemed," Spike replied. "I sleep naked and I fell asleep in her bed."

Sheila nodded. "You didn't?" Spike and Willow both nodded. "You see when two people love each other very much..."

"Oh, my God! She gave you the entire speech!?" Buffy chuckled and Spike scowled at her.

"It's not funny, Slayer. I'm one-hundred and twenty-six bloody years old!" he pouted. "And she was talkin' to me like I was four!"

"Mom does that," Willow replied, adjusting Lili in her arms as they sat in Giles's living room for research. "Spike was so bored, he was counting the flowers on the wallpaper."

Xander grinned. "I'd have paid to see that," the teenager stated.

Anya simply looked bored. "Why did Giles call us here?" she asked.

"Not to discuss Willow's parents giving her 'the talk,'" Giles said. "Yesterday I received a call from Angel. Drusilla is in Los Angeles with Darla."

"Wait, didn't Angel kill Darla?" Willow asked.

"Not dead enough obviously," Xander muttered.