A/N: Hey guys, I'm so sorry I haven't updated in so long butI was a snowed under with work, this is kind of short and I wrote it a couple of months ago, I just haven't had time to upload it. Hope you enjoy!

Introductions

Annabelle was too busy doting over her new bike to notice the blonde's arrival. Crystal looked over at Annabelle and found the look on her face humorous. "Come on, Anna," She laughed, "It's only a bike."

"I guess," Annabelle ran her finger tips over the handle bars on her new bike. "But come on I got a motorcycle!" She yelled and jumped up and down enthusiastically; she threw her arms around Crystal,waiting for her to join in the movements.

Buffy looked at Spike incredulously. "You brought her a motorcycle!"

Faith glared at the blonde but said nothing. Spike opened his mouth however closed it after he couldn't find the words. Annabelle looked at Buffy curiously. "Who are you?"

Buffy smiled sweetly stepping towards the teen, "I'm your-"

"AUNT!" Spike yelled coming forward; he draped his arm over Buffy's shoulder pulling her to him. "Faith, why don't you and baby Belle go test out the bike?" He asked, pleading with his eyes to give him time alone with Buffy.

"Yeah," She smiled cheerfully at Annabelle and Crystal, "Come on, there's enough room for one more." She gave the girls a helmet each and revved the bike. Both girls safely seated behind her, Faith smiled at Spike and backed out of the driveway.

"See ya, Luv." Spike called smiling as the motor cycle disappeared around the corner. As soon as they disappeared around the corner Spike stepped back from Buffy, adopted a defensive posture and looked down at the blonde. "What do you want?" He asked bluntly.

Buffy looked hurt. "Is that how you welcome your ex?" She asked pushing up against him. Spike stepped back, pushing her away.

"What do you want?" He repeated coldly.

Buffy looked around the open space. "Can we go inside?" Buffy asked, fidgeting nervously. Spike nodded silently and strode into the house as Buffy followed like a shadow.

Spike walked through the living room where the remaining guests were situated, the others having left shortly after the cake and present giving. He muttered an excuse to his friends before heading straight into the kitchen. Buffy hurried after him, not wanting to be seen by the others for too long.

Spike leaned against the island and looked at Buffy irritably. "What do you want?" He repeated slowly, gripping the island.

"You." She murmured, rubbing up against him. "I want what we had, William." She nuzzled his neck.

Spike pushed her away roughly, startling her. "Spike!" He spat, "My name is Spike!" He moved as far away from her as possible in the small kitchen. "And I don't want to, never again!" He hissed at the blonde.

Buffy smiled uncertainly, "You can't m-mean that," She stepped forward again, "We were great together." She smiled at him. "We have a child together!" She smiled at Spike thinking she'd won.

"No!" He turned on her, "My wife and I have a child together." He stormed towards her. "According to you, we have a little brat!" He yelled.

Buffy grew angry as Spike spoke. "I'm her mother!"

"No," Spike calmed down and looked at the blonde. "She already has a mother. A great mother. A better one than you could ever be." Buffy drew back her fist and punched Spike accurately in the nose. Spike howled and held a hand over his now bleeding nose. "Get. Out." Spike gritted, he moved over to the sink as Buffy stood in shock. "NOW!" He growled over his shoulder.

Defeated, Buffy turned quickly. "I don't care what you say; I will be a mother to my daughter." With that Buffy stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind her.