Disclaimer: Joss owns all the cannon characters, places, mythology, and whatever. I own Morgan (of course…No one will steal my little slut…That came out a lot more lesbian than I thought it would…Oh god, someone stop this irrelevant babbling…Karma-mommy, it's contagious!) ANYWAY, like I was saying Joss owns all the cannon stuff, I own Morgan, and that girl owns Matthew.

Author's Note: Yea, I really am sorry this took so long. Personally, I blame the bunnies, but you could blame anything from lazy-ness (the most probable cause), busy-ness (also very likely), Ms. Key (not likely at all, but it's worth a mention…Oh god, I'm doing it again, I need to stop this…)

Chapter Five

"What time did Xander say he was getting back?" Buffy asked exhaustedly as she entered the living room with a box of pizza. It had taken awhile, but she and Willow had miraculously gotten Matthew to sit still for a few minutes with the bribe of pizza for dinner. Matthew had kept to his word and had not caused too much trouble.

"He should be back by now," Willow answered softly as she handed Matthew a blue paper plate with two slices of pepperoni pizza on it.

"And Anya?" Buffy asked as she reached for a slice of the cheesy, greasy good-ness. She sat down on the stool next to Matthew and began eating.

"She called when you were out getting pizza. If what she said was true, they should be home within the next twenty minutes," Willow answered as she handed Matthew a glass of chocolate milk. She then reached for a slice of pizza for herself.

"Is my sister ok?" Matthew asked, looking across the counter at Willow.

Willow nodded at the young boy, finding it adorable how he cared for Morgan. That is if he was actually expressing his concern. He could just be wondering how long he had to be nice to her. She had sent the two Harris children together and it almost always ended with some fighting unless one of them was sick. "She'll be fine. Back to her normal self in a few days."

"Should I be sharing my gameboy with her until then?" Matthew asked. "She always looses hers. It's kind of annoying."

"I think she'd like that," Buffy said with a smile. She sighed, wishing she still had Dawn around. The two of them would probably be sharing clothes, purses, credit cards, whatever was necessary. She sighed. "Excuse me," she whispered softly as she got up and started walking towards the bathroom.

"What's up with her?" Matthew asked curiously before taking another large bite of pizza.

"She just misses Dawn probably," Willow answered. "Your aunt Dawn. She died before you were born," she added for Matthew's benefit.

"Oh," Matthew said in realization. "Should I share my gameboy with Aunt Buffy?"

Willow shook her head. "That's sweet, but I think Buffy just needs to be alone right now," she said. "But eat up. Your parents should be home any minute to take you home."

"Ok," Matthew said as he took another bite. "Hey Aunt Willow?"

"Yes?" Willow asked.

"I bet I could eat all my pizza before you!" he challenged.

Willow smiled. Matthew reminded her so much of Xander. She chuckled slightly as she accepted the challenge. "You're on!" she declared before taking many bites of pizza.

Matthew smiled as he began doing the same. "Beat you!" he declared a few moments later as he finished off his slices of pizza. "You loose! Now you have to declare me the Pizza King."

Willow chuckled again. "Ok," she began. "Here ye, here ye. On this glorious day of February 19, 2012, I Willow Rosenberg hereby declare Matthew Robert Harris to be Pizza King. All of you are gathered and witness this event. Thank you," she said as she sat down on a stool.

Anya, Tara and Xander began clapping from behind Willow.

"My goddess," Willow exclaimed, started from the noise. "I didn't know you were home. When did that happen?"

"About the same time you started the speech," Xander answered casually. "We would have announced it, but this seemed too important." He smiled, walking over and taking a slice of pizza from the open box. "Hey kiddo," he greeted Matthew. "Almost ready to go?"

Matthew nodded as he finished his milk. "Ok! Bye Aunt Willow, bye Aunt Tara. Say bye to Aunt Buffy for me!" he called as he followed Anya towards the door.

"Will do," Willow promised as she waved to her nephew. "Bye Xander," she said as Xander followed the two of them out. "Hey, you," she said to Tara with a smile. "Want to have some fun of our own?"

A smile crept onto Tara's face as she and Willow began walking towards their room.

"Alright. Time for two of you to get ready for bed," Xander announced as he opened the door to their apartment. He put Morgan down and watched as his two children raced towards their small closest-looking room.

"I call bedroom!" Matthew yelled as he approached the room.

Xander smiled as he turned to Anya. "Everything went ok?" he asked as he wrapped an arm around her and walked over towards the couch.

Anya nodded. "They took way too long and worried me sick, but she's fine. What about your meeting?"

Xander let out a small grumble. "It, um, went pretty bad. They need me tomorrow night to make things final."

"Again?" Anya asked in annoyance.

Xander nodded sadly. "This woman's really riding me. She doesn't realize I have a life." He sighed heavily before kissing Anya's forehead lightly. "Crap, I left something in the car. I'll be right back," he promised.

Anya nodded as she walked over towards the answering machine. Two messages, she noted as she pushed the play button. The first was from Giles, just checking in to see how things went. Anya smiled, knowing how lucky she was to have a boss who cared that much. The second message made her heart sink and filled her with anger though.

"Hey Xander. It's Beverly. I can't meet you tomorrow until six thirty; I hope that's fine with you. I'm looking forward to it. See you tomorrow at six thirty at that new Japanese place. I hear it's to die for. Any questions--you know where to reach me."