Dawn informed Willow on what Giles had just told her.

"I screwed up so bad," groaned Willow. She looked down at the small child in her arms. "She's going to hate me so much."

Dawn put a hand on her arm. "She won't hate you. She just...won't be very happy."

"She told me if I didn't stay off magic for a week, she might leave me," Willow said quietly.

"Oh."

Willow looked down at Tara and smiled. "She's so sweet. I can't imagine life without her."

"You won't have to. She'll always be there and she'll always love you."

Willow gave Dawn a hug. "Thanks for making me feel better."

"No problem."

"Hey! You're squshing me" cried Buffy. Dawn had bent over Buffy to hug Willow.

Dawn leaned back. "Sorry."

"I'm huuuuungryyyyy," Buffy complained.

"We'll get you some pizza," said Dawn, taking Buffy's hand an leading her into the kitchen. "You want some pizza, Will?" she called from the kitchen.

"Sure," Willow shouted back.

Next to her, Spike stirred. He reached up and rubbed his eyes with his small hand.

"Hey, you hungry?" asked Willow.

He looked up and nodded.

"Okay. Let's go into the dining room and get something to eat." She laid Tara on the couch so she could sleep, then picked up Spike and took him into the dining room.

Buffy and Spike chowed down on pizza while Willow and Dawn sat in the kitchen.

"When will Xander get home?" asked Dawn.

"He should be back soon," assured Willow. "He probably had to pry the money from Anya's hands."

Dawn laughed.

Just then, the front door swung open, hitting the wall. Dawn jumped at the door and ran to the front door. Xander was struggling with about ten bags of groceries.

"A little help," said Xander in a strained voice.

Dawn quickly took a few bags off his hands.

"Thank you," breathed Xander. He gestured towards the door. "There's more in the car."

"How did you afford that much food?" asked Dawn.

"I didn't. Anya started arguing about us needing money for the wedding, and Giles got so frustrated he threw a few fifties my way and said get a months supply of food."

Dawn giggled.

Her and Willow helped Xander bring in the rest of the food.

"I think I'm going to get home," said Xander as he brought in the last few bags. "I have to be at the site tomorrow and I'm exhausted."

"You don't have to take care of these kids," said Willow. "I'm sure it won't be long before they wear us down."

"I'm sure you can handle it."

Willow raised an eyebrow. "A three year-old version of Buffy and Spike running around the house for a month. I'll be lucky if I get any sleep."

"Well, Spike seemed pretty sleepy earlier," Xander pointed out.

"The calm before the storm."

"At least you've got Tara. What if it had been Anya? That's a disaster waiting to happen."

"You've got that right."

"Hey, guys?" said Dawn, who was perched on the counter.

"Yeah, Dawnie?" asked Willow as she put a box of cereal in the cabinet.

"How do we know that their all potty-trained? I mean, they *are* only three."

Willow gave Xander a panicked look. "What do we do if they wet the bed? I don't want to change nasty diapers," whined Willow.

"Don't worry," assured Xander. "I'll pick up some pull-ups tomorrow and swing by here to drop them off."

"That means we have to changed them," pointed out Dawn.

"Yeah, so."

"Uh, what about Spike?"

"What about him? He's only three."

"That's still something I never want to see."

"Then, Willow can change him."

Xander walked over and whispered in Dawn's ear. "Remember, we're looking for as many blackmail opportunities as possible. You changing him would be a gold mine. Just remember, once he gets to be big again, it will be more embarrassing for him than you."

Dawn giggled and nodded.

"Glad that's settled. 'Cause, no matter how embarrassing as it is for him, I don't want to see him naked again. Three years or three hundreds years."

Dawn giggled again.

"Well, I better be going.I'll see you all later."

Xander left.

"Can you believe they have to stay this way for a whole month? I wonder if they'll remember," said Dawn.

"It's a possibility," agreed Willow.

"I hope they do. I want them to remember every embarrassing moment."

"Spike'll remember us cooing over him. Just remember, the only reason I did that is because I wanted Xander to feel jealous."

"Oh, come on. He was a little cute," said Dawn with a smile.

"For a three year old."

"Of course."

Just then, there was the sound of a glass breaking from the dining room, followed by two 'uh-oh's.

Willow and Dawn glanced at each other before dashing to the room.

They stopped in their tracks.

"Uh-oh is the understatement of the year," said Dawn, wide-eyed.

Both of the glasses of milk were toppled over and milk was spilling over the edge of the table. One of the glasses was on the floor, shattered. One piece of pizza was laying on the floor, and the other piece was in a chair. The walls has sauce stains in about five different places. Spike and Buffy's faces had sauce smeared all over their mouths.

They looked like a deer caught in the headlights.

Dawn and Willow stared at them, before Dawn burst into laughter. She doubled over, holding her sides. Tears fell down her face.

Spike and Buffy smiled.

Willow nudged her in the side. "Dawn. Dawn, stop. You have to tell them they can't be making this kind of mess."

"But...It's..Funny," said Dawn between laughs.

Willow sighed, before giving Spike and Buffy stern looks.

Their smiles faded.

"Who made this mess?" asked Willow.

Spike and Buffy pointed at each other. "S/He did!" they said in simotaniously.

Willow sighed again, before pointing to the doorway. "Go into the living room until I come get you. And *don't* wake up Tara."

Spike and Buffy looked at the floor as they walked out of the room.

"Oh, come on, Willow," said Dawn once she got herself under control. "Don't be so hard on them."

Willow started to pick up the pieces of glass. "You have to firm from the beginning, or they walk all over you."

"Uh-huh." Dawn shook her head and helped Willow clean up the mess.

Once the dining room was finished, the both sat in a chair.

"Is it going to be this way all month?" asked Dawn.

"Afraid so. Hey, could you go clean Buffy and Spike up. They were pretty messy."

"Sure."

Dawn got up from her spot and walked into the living room. Buffy and Spike had fallen asleep again. Spike was leaning against the arm of the couch, and Buffy was laying on his leg.

"Aww," cooed Dawn.

Willow walked up behind her. "We should put them to bed. It's already twelve."

Dawn nodded. "Where should they sleep? The couch isn't a very comfortable place to sleep."

"We can put Spike and Buffy in Buffy's room and Tara can sleep in her room."

"So, do we just carry them up there?"

"I guess so."

Willow carefully lifted Tara and walked up to their room. Dawn carried Buffy first, then came and got Spike. They both curled up under the comforter and fell soundly asleep.

Dawn met Willow back in the hallway.

"We should get some sleep, too," said Willow. "This is probably the only chance we're going to get this month."

"Okay. Goodnight." She gave Willow a hug.

"G' night, Dawnie."

They walked into their rooms and closed the doors behind them.

Willow changed into her night clothes and turned of the light. She crawled into bed next to Tara.

Willow smiled at her. "Sleep tight, Baby."