"She's Pregnant again," Xander sighed.

"What?" Willow asked looking up from her laptop where she'd been working on her new database, which was why she'd missed the latest Scooby Meeting.

"Buffy and Spike are expecting a sibling for Summer." Xander clarified sitting down next to Willow on the sofa. It's weird how things had turned out, but here they were together like they'd always been. Through all the obstacles they had remained each others rock and now they were married.

"You don't seem very happy for them." Willow observed ignoring her computer and snuggling with Xander.

"I'm happy, it's just, I kind of wish that it was us. That we were telling everyone that we were having a kid."

"Xander, it'll happen. Besides, I'm just getting used to the idea of work and a husband. I'm not exactly looking forward to that resulting in crying, bottles, and diapers. Let's just be happy with each other and if you really need a baby fix, I'm sure Buffy and Spike would love a baby sitter when they go out on Patrol."

"You're right."

"I know I am. Now I finally just finished that database, which means we could start practicing."

"Luv, I think I am starting to hear heartbeats that aren't yours." Spike smiled as they snuggled on the couch after the Scooby Meeting.

"That's incredible, wait did you say beats as in plural?" Buffy asked.

"Yeah, two very distinct heartbeats, we're having twins."

"Three kids, plus the armies of hell every other week, think we can handle it all?

"I know we can, we have each other," Spike smiled and kissed her quickly and stood up.

"Wait, where are you going? I thought we were snuggling." Buffy pouted

"Have to tell nibblet about the twins. Don't worry I'll be back to smother you later."

"I like the sound of that."

"Well you'll like the actual event more."

"Why do I love you so much?"

"I don't know, but I feel the same way about you." Spike came back over to the couch and kissed her deeply. "Prepare to be smothered."

"Hey that's what got me into this problem in the first place," Buffy smirked.