V is for Virgin Birth
"Mama, what's a virgin?"
Coffee cup poised between her lips, in the process of groggily starting to down it in the manner she had gulped down shots in her younger and wilder years, Faith's hand froze, brown eyes widening immediately. She started to choke, sputtering as coffee spewed back into her cup and dribbled rather unsophisticatedly down her chin. Callie stared, repulsed yet fascinated.
"Ewww, Mama! Gross!"
"You know not to ask me questions before nine am," Faith grunted, shooting her a nasty look that was more panicked than angry or embarrassed. She swiped at her face with the back of her hand, attempting to maintain her dignity as she reached for a napkin. "Next time it might be you who gets 'grossed' on…"
Buffy grinned across the table from her, enjoying Faith's reaction immensely. She too had been startled by their six-year-old daughter's question, of course, but that had been quickly replaced by extreme entertainment at Faith's reaction. As sexual a person as Faith was, Faith was for some reason extremely uncomfortable discussing sex anywhere near Callie- even though Callie was still clueless as to what it was. It was a trait that Buffy found endearing and often hilarious, if ironic.
Seeing Buffy's grin, Faith scowled at her before standing up quickly, no doubt hoping to divert both her and Callie's attention from the question.
"Gonna go take a shower…"
"Wait a minute, Faith, you didn't answer her question yet," Buffy said sweetly, and her grin widened at Faith's fierce responding glare.
Callie piped up too, her face innocent with curiosity, unaware of how very awkward she was making her mother feel.
"Yeah, Mama, what's a virgin?"
"Uh…why do you ask?" Faith stalled, even as her eyes darted towards the door.
"It was in that song "Silent Night" I'm learning at school… 'round yon Virgin,' it said… so this Virgin, is she fat? Cause they said she's round…"
Buffy grinned, biting the inside of her cheek to keep from laughter as she watched Faith struggle for words.