A/N: So this is it. The story is now complete. Once again I want to say thank you to everyone who read the story, and another I'm sorry to those who've been reading since 2007. I hope you all enjoyed the story and I hope the ending was satisfactory!

She looked in the mirror, pleased with what she saw. Her normally shoulder length blonde hair was pulled back in a messy, yet attractive, bun, with a few loose tendrils hanging near her face. She had a little touch of color on her eye lids and a bit of blush on her cheeks. Just enough. Her dress was a pale blue color with an array of flowers dotting the fabric. Perfect.

She smiled and stood from her seat in front of the vanity. It wasn't every day that a girl had her first date. Bryan was taking her to a movie, and from its description, she was pretty sure there would be more death than romance, but she'd never really been one for romantic comedies anyway.

A look at the clock told her it was fifteen minutes until 7:00. Bryan would be there soon and she had promised her dad he could talk to the boy before they left. She only hoped her dad didn't scare Bryan away. He could definitely be scary when he wanted to be.

She picked up her purse and slipped on her matching powder blue sandals. When she reached the bottom of the stairs, her mom emerged from the kitchen.

"That dress is beautiful, honey."

"Thanks. I hope he likes it."

"He'll love it."

"Who will love what?" her father asked from the living room.

She shared a smile with her mom and pranced dramatically into the room where her father was seated on the couch.

"Sweetheart, you look amazing," he said when she came into view.

"Doesn't she?" her mother said.

"Mom helped me with my makeup. You don't think it looks too skanky, do you?"

"Not at all. But are you sure you're old enough…"

"I'm sixteen, dad," she said, as if that explained everything.

"Don't remind me," he said, with mock fear playing on his face.

"Cammy's got a da-ate," her little brother said from his place on the floor in the front of the television. "Are you gonna kiss him?" he said with a wrinkle of his nose.

"Maybe," she replied, earning an "ew" from her brother and a slight growly sound from her dad.

"William, leave your sister alone," her mother said. "And you, play nice," she added with a kiss on top of her husband's head.

"I always play nice."

Cam laughed as her mother gave a look to the back of her dad's head that clearly said she knew better.

The sound of a car pulling into the driveway made her heart accelerate a tiny bit. "Oh my gosh, he's here."

Her dad stood from the couch.

"Dad, do you have to talk to him? He's really nice, I swear. He's an honor student, he's on the student council…"

"I need to check him out for myself."

"Please," Cam begged her mother.

"Honey, she's right. You do tend to intimidate people."

"I do not."

"The mailman changed routes after talking to you."

"He was leaving the box open. The mail was getting wet."

Her mom gave him another look, to his face this time. He stared back at her for a moment before sighing.

"Fine… but if the boy tries anything…"

"He won't."

"But if he does, you remember what I taught you?"

"Yes dad. Kick him where it hurts, spray him directly in the eyes with pepper spray, and bash him up against the head with anything handy."

"That's my girl."

She shook her head. "Mom, tell him I'll be fine."

"I would but you know he doesn't listen to a word I say."

Cam smiled and gave them each a hug before waving a goodbye and telling them not to wait up for her. Another laugh escaped her lips as she walked down the driveway, knowing her dad was itching to follow.

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They stood at the window and watched their daughter get into the boy's car.

"She'll be okay, you know."

"I know," he replied, frowning at the retreating vehicle.

She wrapped her arms around his mid-section from behind and rested her head on his shoulder blades. "Thank you."

He turned around, her arms still wrapped around him, and placed both hands on her shoulders. "For not beating the boy to a bloody pulp?"

"Well, that, and for being a great dad when you didn't have to be."

"But I did. From the second she walked into my life, I knew I could never leave her, never leave you."

She felt tears prick the corners of her eyes. "I love you, Spike," she said, using the name she rarely called him anymore, the name none of the neighbors knew him by. "More than you know."

"And I love you, Slayer."

She smiled and bent up to press her lips to his.

"Ew."

They both looked down at the little curly-brown headed boy who was sticking his tongue out at them.

"Daddy," he whined, "you're sposed to be helping me beat my game."

Spike let go of Buffy and followed his son back to the living room. "What game is this?"

"It's the one Uncle Eric sent me. He says Aunt Dawnie told him it was too loud for baby Clara."

"And what is this game about exactly?"

William focused on the television screen as the game loaded. "Bampires," he said, dramatically.

"Oh bloody hell."

THE END