A/n: Thanks so much for all the reviews, it keeps me going. This is just a tiny chapter that's nothing at all; I just had to get it out of my system.

"Dawn, wake up, damn it," I heard Kris yell and simply groaned. My eyes didn't want to open. They felt heavy like stone. I felt something soft press against my lips and and moaned. I didnt want to get up. I just wanted to sleep. I was so tired...

"Dawn?!?!?!" Kris grabbed my shoulders and shook me.

"What happened?" I asked, my eyes slowly opening and adjusting to the light. Kris was standing over me and we were in a white hospital room.

"You got bit,"

"Did he get away? When can I go home? I don't feel bad. Can I go home now?"

"Umm…no, tomorrow, you lost a lot of blood, and no,"

I pouted.

"Kyle's in the waiting room waiting for you," A smile spread across my face.

"Bring him in!" I ordered, propping myself up. A sharp pain shot threw my neck and I glared at the white sheets.

"Don't you ever ever ever do that to me again," Kyle screamed, the second he walked into the room. He ran over to me and threw his arms around my neck. He hugged me so tight it was hard to breathe, but I didn't mind. I hugged back. "I love you, mommy," the last sentence was so soft that I barely heard it.

"I love you too," I hugged him tighter. I was a mommy to the sweetest little boy in the world. He pulled back, looked at me, and hmm-ed.

"You know what you need?"

"What?"

"Ice cream!"

"On it," Kris called, walking out the door. I smiled as Kyle snuggled into bed with me under the covers.

"Tell me a story," He requested. I put my arm around him and thought for a moment.

"I have a sister. She went to heaven a few years ago though. She was called the Slayer and she helped save the world. She was beautiful and smart and sweet. I loved her so much. She saved my life. You see, this mean lady wanted me and Buffy saved me from her. When we get home, I'll take you to meet her, ok?" Tears prickled my eyes as I talked. Kyle looked up, his brown hair flopping into his eyes, and nodded.

"Ok time to pig out," Kris stated, carrying a tray. He kicked the door shut and sat down on the bed next to me.

"Chocy," Kyle demanded, reaching for the choclate ice cream.

"And for you, madam?"

"Vanilla, good sir," I joked, taking it from him. Kris turned on the television and the three of us laid in my small hospital bed and watched "The Little Mermaid".

I had a family.

I was loved.

I felt that nothing in the world could go wrong.

Yet again;

I was wrong.