Like Father, Like Daughter

By: Gold Sword and Silver Bow

"Oh no sweetie," Anya cooed to the toddler with brown curly hair. "You have to stay away from Aunt Buffy's vases."

"Yes Mommy," A.J. said in his still forming vocabulary. "I pwomise."

Buffy smiled from behind the bridal magazine. She couldn't believe that Anya Jenkins, one of the most difficult people to get along with sometimes, was a mother and going to get married to her other best friend, Xander Harris.

"So, what color bridesmaid dresses do you want?" Willow asked, flipping through a magazine. "I'm thinking a minty green."

"Nah," Anya said, cringed at the idea of mint green dresses.

"How about like a light yellow color?" Buffy suggested.

At that moment, Dawn busted out of the kitchen. "Okay, here are your drinks." She sat them down onto the coffee table. "Okay, I'm goin' to go to Arianna's house to finish our project for school. Bye!" And she left out the door.

A.J. grabbed a magazine that was just under it and pulled, knocking down the refreshments onto the floor.

"A.J!" Willow shrieked as she ran back to the kitchen to retrieve towels to absorb the mess.

"PERFECT!" Anya said, as she looked at a page in the magazine that A.J. possessed. "What do you guys think of emerald green?"

Willow and Buffy just stared at her as if she had grown another head. This was Anya, grown up in Beverly Hills and army brat that could've had anything she wanted, that had just suggested emerald green.

"Ahn, I understand that money is your biggest passion, but—"

"Oh nonsense, its my wedding and I think the colors will look good on all of you!"

Willow grimaced, but she knew she didn't want to mess with Anyanka Jenkins.

"Momma," A.J. started, prying his mother's attention from the bridal magazine. "I need a go potty!"

"Dad!" her voice poured into every nook and cranny of the small apartment.

"Tosha! I'm a li'l busy right now!" she comprehended from his yelling from his bedroom, following by the sounds of the guitar. "You have to wear your pink shirt! You wore all of your other clothes and who didn't do their laundry?"

"Da', I stopped complainin' about that hours ago. I was just gonna ask you if you could grab my toothbrush and toothpaste from the bathroom?"

"Sure." And two minutes later, he came into her room with her request.

Tosha packed it into her oversized suitcase and sat down on her bed. "Why do I have to go to Aunt Fred's and Uncle Wesley's, again?"

Spike smiled for a little while and sat down next to her. "Because we're goin' to be performing all this weekend and we won't be home to take care of you, so Aunt Fred offered to help, luv."

"Can I leave now?" Tosha asked, hopeful that maybe she'll be able to skip her first tutoring session. "Spike? You still here?"

Snapping out of his reverie of Buffy, the girl he danced with, he replied, "I zoned out. What did you say?"

"I asked you if I could leave now."

"Nice try, ducks." The doorbell rang. "There's your tutor now. Go answer the door."

She rolled her eyes and dragged herself to the door and opened it.

"Hey, I'm Connor," a boy said, his hands in his pockets. "Are you Tosha?"

Tosha had a troubled time trying to find her voice. "Yeah, I'm Tosha. Are you my tutor?"

"Yeah, so let's get started."

It's a twist! I know, but I hope you like it!!