A/N: Everybody's age is different from Spike's real life. Just thought I'd let you know for when you saw Dawn's age and were like what the heck. =)
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“So what are we going to do today?” Cordelia asked as they sat around the living room.
“Well, I know my mom and sister are going to drop by today around fourish so if we go out we should be back a little before four.” Buffy said as she leaned against Spike who was being a little bad and making faces at Angel.
“You, know Spike, my mom used to having a saying that went a little like this, your face will get stuck that way.” Cordelia said smiling and Spike knew he had been caught. Angel started to laugh at Spike because he had gotten in trouble but then Buffy stopped him.
“You shouldn’t be laughing, Angel. I saw you do the same thing.” Buffy said smiling as well. Both Spike and Angel stopped smiling and began to pout and Cordelia and Buffy couldn’t help it they exploded into laughter.
“Think we’re bein’ made fun of, Angel.” Spike said.
“I think you’re right.” Angel said and a small smile crept up on his face and then he nodded three times and started to tickle Cordelia and Spike knew exactly what he was supposed to do and his hands went straight for Buffy’s belly.
“Mom, Dad, can you please not do that?” Connor said as he and Jimmy came walking into the living room and Jimmy shook his head in agreement towards Spike and Buffy.
“What we’re just tickling the moms. Do you not want me to tickle her?” Angel asked smiling.
“Um, well, it just looks a little weird, Dad.” Connor said and Angel and Spike gave in and stopped the torturous tickling.
“So did you guys figure out what we’re going to do today?” Jimmy asked once they were all sitting up on the couches.
“Not really. You or Connor have anything in mind?” Buffy asked.
“Well, I know it’s not the thing that you usually do around Christmas but how about a family game of football, and Uncle Will, I mean American Football.” Connor said, smiling at Spike on the last thing.
“Uncle Will, you and Dad will be the captains.” Connor said.
“Sounds good to me, what do you say, Will?” Angel said smiling and it was obvious that he like football.
“Why not?” Spike said.
“Don’t we get a say?” Buffy asked with a small pout face on.
“I guess, love.” Spike said.
“Well than I say we play but one rule I’m stating, you can’t have your wives on your team.” Buffy said and smiled.
“Wait that means I get Cordelia.” Spike groaned a little but smiled.
“I think we could kick there but, now why don’t you go get everyone and we’ll play.” Cordelia said and Connor and Jimmy ran off to get everyone. About ten minutes later teams were set up. On Angel’s team you had Buffy, Connor, Giles, and Peter; on Spike’s team you had Cordelia, Susan, Wesley, and Fred. Jimmy became the ref because at the last minute they remembered he wasn’t supposed to really over exert himself and they didn’t want him to get hurt.
“Heads or tales Uncle Liam?” Jimmy asked as he stood in between Spike and Angel.
“Heads.” Angel said and Jimmy flipped the coin.
“It’s heads. Uncel Liam, your team kicks off.” Jimmy said and then stood back. Angel made a pretty good kick to Giles who, for a not so young man, stood his ground but it wasn’t for long because Spike tackled him and got the ball away. Spike tossed it to Wesley who ran to make a touchdown but was soon tackled by Peter, who for a small boy could make a good tackle. When they stopped for a break about two the score was 10-6 with Angel’s team in the lead.
“You play some good ball.” Spike said as he drank the beer that he had gotten out of the kitchen.
“You can thank my high school coach. He was the best.” Angel said.
“I forgot that you played. You were good.” Spike said assuming he was.
“Spike, how could you forget that? I mean because of me you weren’t bullied.” Angel said trying to pretend that he was insulted but Spike knew him to well.
“K, whatever. So you all ready to get back to the game?” Spike asked as he stood up.
“Heck yeah. We are going to cream you, Dad.” Peter said as he ran towards what at the moment was the field.
“We’ll see about that.” Spike said and they continued to play. The end of the game came when Joyce and Dawn pulled up in the driveway.
“Hey, Mom, Dawnie.” Buffy said as she hugged her mom and sister.
“Hey. So who won?” Joyce asked as she noticed Spike coming toward her with the football in his hand.
“We did. 33-27. It was close but we did it. Good to see you, Joyce and you too Niblet.” Spike said as he gave Joyce and Dawn a tight hug.
“Spike, are you ever going to stop calling me that? I mean I’m 33.” Dawn asked curiously.
“Probably not. You and Susie are my niblets and I don’t want you to forget it.” Spike said looking at her with a brotherly look in his eye.
“Ok. I guess that’s fine.” Dawn said and started to walk towards the house.
“So what are you planning for dinner?” Joyce asked and Buffy froze.
“Um, dinner, well I completely forgot about that. I mean we were playing football and we all got into it I don’t know. I’m sorry.” Buffy said looking apologetic.
“Why were you guys playing football in the winter?” Dawn asked.
“Because we can’t have a snowball fight, Aunt Dawn.” Jimmy said smiling.
“Cool, I guess.” Dawn said.
“How about we order Chinese for dinner?” Spike suggested, realizing that the food topic had been replaced by football and knew that they wouldn’t eat if they didn’t decide something.
“Sounds good to me.” Buffy said smiling. They ordered larges of everything, LoMein, fried rice, Beef and broccoli, and pepper steak. Being that the majority of the people there was guys there were no left overs.
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