Buffy ran out of her room, nearly tripping over one of Phoebe's toys, and headed towards the bathroom. One hand covered her mouth as the other pushed open the bathroom door. Buffy fell onto her knees and hung her head over the toilet, tears began to water in her eyes. Buffy threw up, repeatedly, until she finally was sick no more. Buffy pushed a piece of hair out of her face and stood up, grabbing hold of the sink for support. She looked into the mirror and groaned. Her hair was all over the place, some strands still stuck onto her sweaty face. Her skin was pale, she had lost her sun-kissed glow, and her eyes looked empty.

"B, are you alright in there ?"

Buffy flushed the toilet and splashed some water on her face. She turned and opened the door, revealing a dressed Faith. Faith was leant against the door frame, her eyebrow was raised as Buffy walked out.

"You look like hell," chuckled Faith.

"Morning to you, too," grumbled Buffy, turning to face Faith.

"What is up with you ?"

Buffy turned and rolled her eyes as Cordelia walked out of her room. Usually Cordelia slept in until rather late, then she left the house to do some shopping and also returned late at night. Angel reassured Buffy that it was how she always beheaved. However, Cordelia had been amazing with Phoebe and usually brought her something whenever she went on a shopping spree. Buffy looked at Cordelia wondered how she could sleep in shorts during the winter, she wondered if she should put more covers on her bed.

"Nothing, I'm fine," answered Buffy.

"You sure ?" questioned Faith, cocking her head to the side.

Buffy groaned. Faith had a nag of never giving up, even if she should. She noticed Faith smirk, obviously noticing how much she was irritating Buffy.

"YES!" cried Buffy.

"And theres me thinking you were pregnant," chuckled Cordelia, walking back into her room and shutting the door.

Buffy looked towards the floor, realization dawning upon her. She felt Faith's eyes upon her, watching her every move and facial expression. Buffy looked back up, plastered a grin on her face, and returned into her bedroom. She closed the door behind her and sighed, leaning her head against the hard surface.

"I can't be," whispered Buffy.

Buffy walked over to Phoebe's cot, peeking over to look at her daughter. Phoebe was only about to turn one, how could Buffy have another baby already ? A small gurgle erupted from Phoebe which caused Buffy to return her attention to her. Phoebe lay in her cot, wriggling about, with a huge smile on her face. Buffy chuckled as she picked Phoebe up, which caused Phoebe to giggle more.

"Sshh, you will wake Daddy," whispered Buffy, balancing Phoebe on her hip.

Buffy threw a glance towards the bed; Angel still snuggled up with his face pressed into the pillow. Buffy lay Phoebe back down and rushed over to her drawer, pulling out a pair of jeans. Buffy quickly changed into her jeans, discarding her pyjama bottoms in the laundary basket and pulled on a thick jumper. She returned over to the cot and picked up Phoebe, cradling her in in her chest.

Buffy quietly shuffled out of the room, hoping that Phoebe woudln't cause an outburst, and wandered down the stairs. Buffy cursed the bottom step as it creaked, the noise echoed around the silent house. Buffy looked into the sitting room and breathed a sigh of relief; Faith had gone for her morning jog as usual. She wandered into the dining room and noticed the pram in the corner. Buffy tip-toed over and lay Phoebe down, wrapping her up in a few blankets.

"We're just going ta-ta's, ok ?" smiled Buffy, kissing Phoebe on the forehead.

Buffy pulled the pram out of the dining room and opened the door, pushing the pram outside into the coldness. Buffy quietly closed the door behind her and ducked down, pulling a hat from the bottom of the pram. Buffy pulled the hat over Phoebe's head, keeping her head and ears warm, and walked down the garden path. Buffy hoped that she wouldn't see Faith, she didn't need her questions at the moment.

Buffy turned into the direction of the clinic and began to push the pram quicker; she didn't want Phoebe out in the cold for too long.

Millions of thoughts swirled through her mind. She wondered if she would be able to cope, like the Master had said, with two children. Buffy never imagined having one child, with Angel, never mind two! Buffy's thoughts turned to Angel; would he want another child ? Buffy had read many magazines in her teen years, when she wasn't saving the world or staking vampires, and many men had left their girlfriends/wives because they were pregnant. She suddenly began to wonder if they had enough room in the house for another baby. Angel, Phoebe and herself in one bedroom, Cordelia was in Willow's for now, Dawn in her own room and Faith was bunking on the sofa. Faith was already sleeping on the sofa because there was no room. Also, Willow still needed to return home and she would probably bring Oz back with her. The house was becoming like a hotel.

THANK YOUUUUUU! All your reviews just make my day :) You're all truly amazing. I'm sorry - I'm not doing Season Seven ending. I'm so sorry, but I didn't like it. I'm going to let Buffy have the baby. Then I'm thinking of a future fic, still with everyone in it. But like in the future when the children grow up. Even though it wouldn't be for a while, would anyone read it ? Thanks once again. x