A/n: I updated, and I cant even tell you how long it took me to write this chapter. Normally I just write them in about an hour, but this one took me three days, on and off. Review please.

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Future of this story: God only knows how many more chapters, this thing is going on forever but I kind of want to do a sequel when I finish this.

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"You can't have children," I stated, pushing my knotted hair behind my ears. I suspect I looked as crappy as I felt, but Spike didn't seem to notice. She lay on his bed, her breathing slow and even.

"I know, but somehow we had a daughter in the future," It then struck me that Spike was just as confused as I was, but he took charge where I collapsed. I looked down at the pearly scars on my arms, still not believing that the gashes I had placed there the night before had disappeared.

"How old is she?" I took a sip of lukewarm tap water, trying not to show the look of disgust on my face at the metallic taste.

"Four and a half, or so she says," He smiled a small smile, and rested his head in his hands. I knew he was exhausted.

"Go to sleep, Spike, I'll watch her," he looked at me in surprise, as though not quite believing me.

"You sure, luv?"

"Yeah," I lied, and I think he knew but he was so tired he didn't object. The blonde vampire collapsed into bed, and the jolt of his weight on the mattress caused her eyes to open. They were bright blue, identical to Spike's. They searched the room and landed on me.

"Mommy," She whispered, and I knew at the moment that she had taken my shock at finding out she existed/would exist as not loving her. I smiled shakily at her.

"Are you hungry?" I asked, trying to avoid her eyes. She nodded shyly, a small smile on her face. I walked to the kitchen, and began to search threw the cabinets for human like food. There were mugs, blood stained and chipped, and a few stale crackers. I sighed, and wrote Spike a quick note that we were going to go get something to eat. After tying my hair up quickly, and grabbing Spike's wallet; I motioned to her to follow.

"We need to hold hands," She told me determinedly and I looked slightly surprised. "You said that I always have to hold someone's hand," So, unsure what else to do, I took her small hand in mine and we walked out of the graveyard. She looked around excitedly at all of the tombstones and I found myself thanking god that she hadn't woken up two hours earlier, when it was still dark out.

"Hold on for a second. Don't…move," My voice was meek and she nodded shyly as we walked to the phone booth. Two quarters slipped into the machine made a jingle noise that made her laugh. I dialed the phone number to my house, and sighed as the answering machine picked up.

"Hey, you've reached the Summers' residence. Buffy, Willow, and Tara aren't here right now. Please leave a message after the beep…oh yeah Daw…" Before Buffy could add my name to the list of people, the machine had cut off. I sighed once more, took my future daughters hand in mine, and walked towards the house I had only really lived in for about a year now. We walked in silence, and I suspected that she must have gotten a few more of Spike's genes then mine. After all, when I was her age; I never shut up. If I had existed that was….

"Yay, we're home,"

"We live here in your time?"

"Duh, Mommy, you're so silly sometimes," She laughed it off as I unlocked the door, trying to not wallow too much in the fact that I never/would never leave the hellmouth. "It's different," She stated, looking around.

"Is it?" I couldn't help the curiosity.

"No toys," She seemed sad at the thought before skipping into the kitchen. Such a happy little girl…it shocked me a little. Looking at myself, and then at Spike (who was basically Broody Jr. though he'd never admit it); I couldn't figure it out. She had my brown hair, that Spike must have braided into pigtails because I didn't, and Spike's big blue eyes. The Summers' nose and pouty lips. Spike's cheekbones covered with an adorable layer of baby-fat. She turned to look at me, and cocked her head a little; as if begging me to turn into the Mommy she knew and gather her in my arms. I couldn't…I just…I was sixteen years old. I wasn't a mother yet. Hell, I couldn't see myself living past my seventeenth birthday. Walking into the kitchen, I found her studying the refrigerator with great interest and a little disappointment.

"Where are all my drawings?" She asked quietly, her eyes scanning over the pictures and class notices that Tara had pinned up there.

"I don't know…" 'Great answer, Summers, you couldn't come up with something better then that? She's a little kid, give a damn already,' I felt the strange urge to punch the little voice in my head, but settled to grabbing the wonder bread from the cabinet. "Peanut Butter and Jelly?" I asked, indicating to the bag. She shook her head venomously.

"No Jelly," I smiled; I hated jelly too. After grabbing four pieces of bread and putting them in the toaster oven, I grabbed the peanut butter and handed her a spoon subconsciously. She grinned, scooped out a little and promptly stuck it in her mouth. I did the same, before spreading a thick layer of the creamy-goodness across the warm bread. As I folded each piece over, she attempted to scoot her way into one of the chairs. I smiled and placed the paper plate on the table in front of her.

"Bloody wanker," She muttered to the chair, as she slid off it once more.

"No cursing," The words had fallen out of my mouth before I could stop them. She looked at me, a small Buffy pout on her face. I scooped her up, and placed her in the chair.

"Miwk," It took me a minute to realize what "Miwk" was before I grabbed the cartoon out of the fridge and attempted to find a child-friendly cup. I settled for a small plastic one and poured a little bit in the bottom. She chopped away happily, getting a small outline of peanut butter on the corners of her mouth, and grinned as I helped her drink the milk. I smiled back, still completely unsure about her and myself at the moment. "Bethie love you, Mommy," She told me as I laid her down in my bed.

"Mommy love you too…Bethie…" I crawled into bed next to her and fell asleep.

A/n: I know I detailed the lunch part a lot but I was trying to get across the similarities between Mother and Daughter. I tried to show how insecure Dawn is about this whole thing, but I don't know how I came off doing it. Any ideas for future chapters will be appreciated and I promise the Dawn-Drama will lessen a little in a few. As for the Scoobys finding out about Bethie (whose real name is Bethany); they will in later chapters. Review please!

-P.d.