Wesley Wyndham-Pryce walked downstairs. He went into the kitchen, and saw that his very pregnant wife, Cordelia Pryce, was making him some breakfast. He smiled and wrapped his arms around her swollen stomach.

"Good morning." said Wesley, kissing Cordelia's cheek.

Cordelia smiled. "Good morning."

"How do you feel?" asked Wesley.

"Well, between the baby kicking and having visions every six hours; let's just say that sleep wasn't an option. By the way, there's some sort of vampires that are going to be trying to terrorize a group of college kids."

"I'll call Angel soon. In the meantime..."

Wesley turned Cordelia to face him; and then gave her a long, romantic kiss on the lips.

"What was that for?" asked Cordelia.

"For marrying a worthless nerd." said Wesley.

"Well, I am glad that I did." Cordelia took Wesley's hand and placed it on her stomach. "Very, very glad." she said.

Cordelia gave Wesley a short kiss and then turned her attention towards finishing cooking. Wesley could only watch on; he couldn't help but feel, that he was the luckiest man in the world.

Wesley sprung up in bed, letting out a slight gasp. He turned to look beside him, and only saw an empty place for a partner. He crawled out of bed and slipped on his robe.

Quietly, Wesley made his way downstairs and to the kitchen. Suddenly, a lamp turned on, and there was Cordelia, laying on the couch.

"Cordelia, it's two in the morning. What are you doing up?" asked Wesley.

"Oh, I just had some powerful visions. I couldn't get back to sleep, so I decided to camp out on the sofa. What about you?"

"I just had a dream."

"It must've been pretty bad if you can't get back to sleep."

"Actually, it was really pleasant."

"Really? What was it about?"

"It...was about me winning a Nobel Peace Prize..." said Wesley, hoping Cordelia would believe him.

"Was anyone else in the dream?"

"No, only me. Why do you ask?"

"Just curious."

"Well, I'll just be going back to bed then."

Wesley started up the stairs, and Cordelia rushed to stop him.

"Wesley!"

Wesley turned back to Cordelia. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Cordelia."

Wesley walked up the stairs and let out a sigh; he leaned against a wall, and removed his glasses. He then pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration; wishing that he had told Cordelia about his dream.

Cordelia returned to the sofa and laid down; she felt a small tear run down her cheek. She wasn't completely sure if it was from dissapointment, or frustration from not telling Wesley about her dream. It was a good dream: She was married to Wesley, and was pregnant with his child. Of course, Wesley would probably think she was insane for having such a dream.