Selene, still sitting alone on the roof near morning, having yet to go out for her dinner, sighed as the door to the roof opened and Spike wandered out, cup in hand, trudging across the gravel that covered the roof . He seated himself next to her and offered up the cup since there'd be no time for hunting tonight.
"I'd think the lil bit might be hungry hm?" he said with a tiny smile to the upset woman who looked at the cup confusedly before slowly taking it.
"Thought you'd be inside with them," she growled weakly, staring at the red fluid.
"Yes well it just so happens that them are the ones who sent me up here," he sighed. "Drink up. Your mother is worried about you."
"The hell she is, she hates me!" Selene said, shivering a bit before taking a sip making a face at the slurry.
"She doesn't hate you, you should know that by now." He said before he stood up slowly, "She was scared when you disappeared, asking Angel if he'd found you yet constantly! She didn't sleep for months didn't eat until she found out she was pregnant. When she did sleep she'd wake up calling for you." He sighed again and turned to walk away, pausing halfway to the door. "She's afraid of having her heart broken again." Then he was gone, back to tend to his wife and child.
Softly Selene sighed, lowering her head to her knees, setting the cup aside letting the tears roll down her face. "Wasn't it enough of an apology to save them?" she asked herself with another sigh. "You're nothing but a bitch Selene nothing more to anyone!" Slowly she rose, heading back inside herself.
Back in the apartment Mana glanced up from laying the baby in his cradle as the door opened, smiling up at her husband and placing a finger to her lips to tell him the boy was sleeping. Moving over to him she pressed a kiss to his lips as she lightly caressed his cheek. "Did she eat?"
"A couple of sips," Spike reported, "She's not fond of it, 'fraid she's gonna be a feral her whole life.
The teen nodded, stifling a yawn with her hand and sitting back on the bed. "Old habits die hard love."
"'Spose so," he said smiling, "Come on then, off to bed with you."
"But I'm not sleepy," She grinned up at him, holding her arms out to invite him closer, not giving him much chance to respond she grabbed hold of the waist of his jeans and pulled him close, resting her head on his stomach, sighing softly, and rubbing her cheek against the front of his shirt, while he gently stroked her hair, singing an old Lestat song softly.
The tears prickled at the back of her eyes and she shut them tight, clinging to him. "I miss them."
"I know you do love, but you have one of them right down the hall you know." he said kissing her head gently.
"She keeps leaving me." A single tear escaped the teens closed eyes and clung to her lashes. "Every time. I can't keep doing this and she hasn't even come to see Will."
"She thinks your not grateful love, and I think she's a little scared that we're gonna run off and leave her. Maybe you should go see her tonight." The Brit said stroking her softer still.
She whimpered softly, clinging tighter to her lover. "I don't want to have hope again and have it ripped away. She should know I'd never leave her!"
"Well she's a bit of a fool at times. Hell she ran off thinkin' poofy wouldn't want their kid didn't she?" he said with a small smile as she sniffled loudly, jumping suddenly as the baby wailed.
She wiped the back of her hand across her cheeks and scampered off to scoop up her son, turning back to her husband with the baby against her shoulder. "She's always been a fool." She sighed, moving across to the door and heading down the hallway in a flutter of skirts.
Elsewhere in the building Selene slowly headed towards their room, barely glancing at the door before hurrying along towards her office taking out a yellow notepad and starting to quietly draw her mother over and over, tears trickling down her cheeks. The largest image drawn was one of Mana with a little girl in her arms, with herself as a child clinging to her skirt, which she hugged to her chest, hearing the sound of the crying baby. At the sound, still clutching the drawing, she wiped her eyes heading into the hall assuming that it was her client coming, freezing in her tracks seeing her mother.
Gently Mana patted the infant on the back before thrusting him into his sister's arms. "This is William." She paused for a moment, swallowing thickly, "William Lestat Louis Pratt. You're his big sister and you're going to damn well like it."
Selene began staring at the boy silently with those bloodshot gold eyes, saying nothing at all, her drawing falling to the ground in all the movement. Mana's eyes fell to the movement and she bent to pick up the paper, staring at it for a long moment. "I-it's not very good." Selene said, her voice hoarse, the drawing like a penciled photograph.
Slowly the teen glanced up at her daughter, her eyes once again teary. "It's perfect baby."
"Y-you can have it mommy." Selene said softly and childishly.
"Thank you. For everything." Mana moved closer and put her arms around both her children, careful not to smoosh the baby between them. "Don't ever do that again."
"I-I had to stop him from hurting everyone." The woman whimpered gently.
Her mother sighed softly, taking the boy from her arms. "Next time maybe we should get the choice hm?" Slowly Selene lowered her head nodding in agreement. "Thank you," Mana said pressing a kiss to her cheek, causing the woman to smile a little, her skin ice cold. "Now you know you're going to be on babysitting duty right?" she grinned, again handing her the boy as she yawned widely. "I be needing some sleep and he's fussy as hell."
"I'm not sure that's a good idea mommy..." Selene said worriedly.
Again Mana yawned, not bothering to cover her mouth, "Why not? You looked after Calli all the time, you know what you're doing and there's bottles for him in the staff room fridge."
"Because I have werewolves in and out all day," Selene tried to get out of it.
"So don't let them your brother and we'll be fine," Mana smiled.
Selene sighed softly nodding before going back in murmuring, "Calli was different, Calli was mine."