"Wow," Alex said, sitting back on his heels.

Willow smiled at her seventeen-year-old son, glancing over to see Tara walk
into the living room.  The dirty blonde leaned down, kissing Willow softly.
She sat next to her, taking Willow's hand.  She smiled at her son.  "So?"

"That's how Uncle Xander and Uncle Spike got together?" he asked in
amazement, going to the couch to join his both of his mothers.  He clutched
Xander's journal to his chest, having cried over some of the parts and
laughed his ass off over the other parts.  It amazed him that his grandma
was the one that got Xander and Spike together.

"Still in shock over how your grandma was?" Xander asked, leaning forward
with a smile.

Xander's namesake nodded his head.  He'd started calling Xander's mom
'grandma' early on, and the woman loved it, finally having a child that she
could dote on and make up for all the wrong things she'd done raising
Xander.  "I can't believe she really was drunk all the time.  I have never
seen her drink," he said in amazement.

"Well," Spike said, putting his arm around his lover's shoulders, "her
husband was a bastard.  I was glad when she left him.  Actually though, I'm
surprised your Uncle Xander turned out as good as he did."  He smirked
slightly.

Xander turned, slapping Spike on the chest.  "Shut up, blondie."

"Still. . ." Spike murmured softly, "I am going to miss her."

Xander nodded, sighing.  It had been a week since his mother passed away,
and it was one of the hardest things he'd ever had to deal with.  Since she'
d stopped drinking, her and Xander had gotten to be so close.  "I miss her.
God, do I miss her."

"She was a good woman," Willow nodded.

"One of the best," Tara agreed.

Alex sighed, leaning against Willow.  "Mom, how did Aunt Buffy and Uncle
Riley act when they found out Uncle Xander was gay?"

Willow chuckled.  "That same blind panic I got when I told her about Tara,
but it didn't take long for them to get over it.  Riley started being nicer
to Spike too, and Spike stopped being the annoying demon that he was."

"Hey!" Spike cried, throwing a pillow at Willow.  "I'm the Big Bad!  What do
you expect?"

"And Grandpa Giles?  What did he do?" Alex laughed, looking at Xander.  "Did
he do the glasses thing?  Did he drink himself stupid?"

"Oh, yea, just like I thought he would," Xander chuckled.  "He mumbled
something about Ethan too. . .never could figure that one out."  He curled
to Spike, resting his head on the blonde's shoulder.

"Uncle Xander. . .I just can't imagine you. . .you know. . .with a *woman*.
It's so. . .weird."  Alex chuckled.  "But then on the flip side, I can't
really imagine you with anyone but Uncle Spike.  I mean, you two are perfect
for each other."

"Thanks, mate," Spike grinned.

Tara stood up.  "Dinner's ready, guys, are you hungry?"

Xander shot up, tugging on Spike's hand.  "Always ready to eat, Tara, you
should know that."

Spike stood, grumbling.  "I'm coming, moron, stop trying to tug my arm out
of my socket.  I'd have to punish you for that one."

Xander turned, leaning forward to kiss Spike.  "And that would be a bad
thing for what reason?"

Spike chuckled, wrapping his arm around his lover.  Over the nineteen years
he'd been with Xander Harris, he never got bored, as the younger man always
entertained him in some way or the other.  He watched as the man grew from a
confused child to a beautiful young man, knowing who and what he was.
Amazingly enough, Spike was shocked at how he fell in love more and more
with the man.

Every time Xander would bat those big brown eyes, Spike knew that he'd
*never* let the man go.

"Spike!  Stop thinking about how you want me and let's *eat*!" Xander hissed
in his ear.

Spike chuckled, wrapping his arm around Xander.  "Sounds like a plan to me,
nummy treat."  He leaned in, nipping at Xander's neck.  "I could sit here
and bloody eat all day long."

"Ug!  Can't you guys get a room!?" Alex whined.  "I mean, my god, you are
*old*!  Stop being all. . .eww!  That's like watching. . .ew, like watching
my moms!  You are adults!"

Xander chuckled.  "I won't even say what I was thinking.  Probably give the
kid a coronary," he smirked.

Willow giggled, walking over to Xander and kissing his forehead.  "Please
don't do that."  She turned and walked into the dining room, following her
wife.  Alex bounced into the dining room after them.

Spike pulled away from Xander, not wanting to suffer Willow's wrath, knowing
that the redhead liked to have dinner with her family.  He turned, glancing
at his lover.  "Coming, Xander?" he asked.  He walked into the dining room.

Xander smiled, thinking about all the good times he'd had with his family.
It hadn't been an easy road to take, and he'd been ridiculed more than one
time as he let the world know about his love for the bleached blonde, but
with Spike, Willow, Tara, and later Buffy, Riley, and Giles, he survived.
He had his family and no one could *ever* take that away from him.

He grinned, walking over to the couch, where Alex had put the journal down.
He picked it up, running his thumb over the colorful design on the cover.
It was the same journal that he'd bought the day at the mall years and years
before when he was still trying to decide if he was gay or not.

He sighed happily, knowing that the journal held all of his most important
moments, and even some of the not as important moments.  He'd been keeping
one ever since then, always using it as an aid to figure out what was going
on with his life, and how to fix whatever problems he had.

"Uncle Xander!  Mom's getting mad!" Alex said, sticking his head around the
corner.

Xander chuckled, knowing that Willow was probably sitting at the table
fuming that he was holding up dinner.  "I'm coming."

He put the journal back on the couch and walked into the dining room,
joining his family for dinner.

End

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