Buffy was pacing her room both in confusion. She had finally gone through her mother's things and had come upon items she knew wasn't meant for her to read. It made sense now, at least, but it wasn't right and she had no idea how to inform them. On top of that what would happen when they found out about the whole key business.

She sighed out loud before picking the letter and the birth certificate up again and looking at it.

Dear Sev,

I know I will probably never find you, but if you are reading this then I have done the impossible. As I write this I am holding on to our beautiful twins, a boy and a girl. They were born last night and as soon as I set my eyes on them I knew I had to write this letter. This is beyond crazy; I don't even know your full name or even if the name you gave me is real. I have never been an impulsive person and I can only say that it was a rough time but I don't regret what we did.

You have to know that I am married and I already have a 7 year old daughter but it was irrelevant on that night. I am not making excuses but one of the reasons it happened was because of a fight we had about our finances. Again it isn't an excuse but I felt the marriage was falling apart and that we didn't love each other anymore. The comfort I found in you inspired me and keeps my dreams alive.

I have been searching for you since I became pregnant. First I looked in America but I knew my chances of finding you were slim. When I was 6 and a half months pregnant Hank was offered a position in England but wasn't going to take it. I pretty much forbade him not to take it; I told him it was an opportunity he shouldn't turn down. My real reasons were that I knew you were originally from England and if I couldn't find you in America I would attempt to find you in England.

Unfortunately the last two months have turned up nothing and now as I hold your children I have to wonder if you will ever get to know them. They were born at the crack of Dawn, 6.2 pounds (2.8kg), 19 inches (48.26cm), Head circumference 13.78 inches (35cm), Heart rates was 125 per minute and respiratory rates were 34 per minute. I know you probably didn't need this information but if you were here you would know it so I thought it was relevant.

I realize the information you are probably wanting is what I named them and maybe why. Well our little girl I named Dawn Marie Summers because she was born at the crack of Dawn just after her brother, Marie because I had a vague memory of you telling me you had a sister who died named Marie (although that information has not helped me find you). Hank believes that Marie is a family name from my side.

Our little boy I named Cayden London Summers. Cayden in Gaelic means spirit of battle; I guess I believe he is my little warrior. He fought to come out ahead of his sister, guess he wanted to be a big brother not a little brother. His middle name is for his daddy and he was born here, they both were. I guess at least they have something other then their blood in common with you.

I hope one day you can forgive me and get to know your children. Even if this finds you years too late. I'm just sorry I never got to know you more. Our one night together meant more to me than I can ever express in words.

Thank you for giving me another two precious gifts for this world. They along with my first born will be cherished and loved.

Joyce Summers.

Buffy had reread this letter six times already and it was frustrating the hell out of her. She had only just found out about the key being her brother and now to top that off she had to deal with this. Not to mention that now she had to deal with Harry who would no doubt want to have another argument which actually went somewhere this time. The birth certificate she had in her other hand stated the father of her siblings was unknown other than the first name Sev. The odd thing she found was how her father never found out. It made no sense, although now when she looked at her brother and sister it made sense. Her mother and her both had blonde hair, albeit hers was dyed a little lighter, and her father had a dark blonde hair. Her mother had brown eyes as did her father, though her dad's parents had green eyes and her mother's side had brown.

She had been lucky to end up with green eyes but the twins had blue eyes, not exactly a dominant feature in the family. Also they had the brown hair and pale complexions, the didn't seem to tan very well. Although as long as there is someone in the family with an eye color you can end up with that color. So Buffy's head was telling her not to look at such a small detail, instead she was going to have to somehow tell her brother and sister that their dad wasn't their dad and no doubt they were going to want to find their dad.

She sighed and looked over at the small chest that she knew contained not only the letter she had written over the years but also contained the equipment to write to him. She was going to have to teach tomorrow; apparently Giles thought she needed more sleep so she had had the day off. Instead she had gone through her mother's chest and found more reasons not to sleep.

She opened the chest containing the letter and placed her mother's letter and the birth certificate in before locking it again. She turned to her bed and flopped down and stared at the ceiling for a few minutes. Tomorrow she would talk to Giles. Tomorrow she would confront Harry. Tomorrow she would think about telling the friends. Maybe after tomorrow she might be able to sleep.

Author: I'm just full of twists. But seriously this made sense. Why the hell would Hank move his 6 and half month pregnant wife and why would she agree other wise. I totally love this twist so I hope you like it too. And it is so obvious who the dad is but not to worry they will figure it out (I hope) lol. Nah I'm not that evil. Or am I? Don't worry I am defintely writing the confrontation with Buffy for the next chapter, that along with a confrontation with Umbridge. Hope you guys aren't ready to shoot me yet.