"Damn it, Rachel." Spike stormed into the office, sucking on his bitten finger. "If you can't keep your bloody pets under control, I'll turn them into demon jam."

Rachel glared at him as she rushed into the kitchen.

"What?" Spike looked at Dawn in confusion.

"It's Retjull spawning season." Dawn took Spike's hand and kissed his injured finger better. "She's been beside herself since finding out she's going to be an aunt."

"Great. We'll be up to our armpits in the little bastards and I'll never get near the coffee again. I really hope the offspring will eat their parents."


open_on_sunday — challenge #181: babies
Part of the London!verse and the Wolf&Declán!verse