Buffy groaned as Phoebe spat out her food. She scooped up the goo off her daughters chin and wiped it on a napkin, ignoring Phoebe's girlish giggles. Buffy turned her attention back to the dish of mashed potatoe and mushed up carrots, giving it a angry look. She scooped up another spoonful and guided it towards Phoebe's mouth, although Phoebe turned her head to the side.

"Oh, come on! Don't be like this, honey," moaned Buffy.

She continued to try and get Phoebe to eat, however she was unsuccessful. In the end, after her millionth try, Buffy cleared away the mess she had left. After washing up the pots, she turned her attention back to Phoebe who had been smeering unwanted food across her highchair table. Buffy groaned and dropped her head in her hands, shaking her head.

Suddenly the door bell rang, giving Buffy a quick escape.

"Dawn ?" shouted Buffy, keeping her eye on Phoebe.

No response.

Buffy sighed. She needed someone to keep an eye on Phoebe whilst she answered the door, hoping that someone else could clean up Phoebe's mess. She knew Cordelia had gone shopping, for the tenth time this week, for Phoebe's birthday present. Dawn had obviously gone to the Magic Box, annoying Xander, Anya and Giles probably. Angel had taken Spike out, after Spike had received alot of grief about his clothes off Cordelia. Which only left ...

"Faith ?" cried Buffy.

The door bell rang again. Buffy heard Faith groan, she had obviously been watching television, and shuffle into the room.

"Yeah ?" she muttered.

"Watch Phoebe whilst I answer the door," Buffy smiled.

Faith groaned. Buffy stepped back into the dining hall, ignoring the fact that someone still stood at the door, and watched as Faith's eyes widended at the mess on Phoebe's highchair. Buffy stiffled a laugh and headed towards the door, now focusing her full attention upon it.

Buffy pulled open the door, about to greet her visitors, when her jaw dropped. Willow stood shakily in the door, she seemed rather nervous to be there. Oz stood besides her, giving her a reassuring smile, and greeted Buffy. Buffy pulled Willow into a hug, squeezing her tightly, and stroked her hair. Willow gave a sigh of relief, thankful that Buffy hadn't shouted, and participated in the hug. Buffy had missed Willow loads, even though she had hardly spoke about it to anyone - not even Angel. Willow had been her best friend, along with Xander, since she moved to Sunnydale and she would never forget everything Willow had done for her.

"Thank god you're back," smiled Buffy, pulling away. "And, hey Oz!"

"Hey," replied Oz, smiling gently.

"I-I-I understand if you don't want me to move back in," stuttered Willow.

Buffy was shocked Willow had said that. Buffy knew that the space in the house was becoming unlimited, although she would always make room for Willow. She owed her everything. And, since her death, Willow had been the first to move in.

"Course! You will always have a home here," replied Buffy.

She stepped back and gestured for Willow and Oz to come inside. They both stepped inside, dragging their bags with them, and looked around. Nothing had changed, the house still remained the same. Buffy picked up their bags and began to drag them upstairs.

"I'll do that!" smiled Oz, running up after Buffy.

"It's alright. I haven't been able to use my Slayer Strength for much anymore," replied Buffy, shrugging.

"How come ?" questioned Willow, following the two of them upstairs.

Buffy dropped the bags at the top of the stairs and took a deep breath, placing her hands on her hips. Willow and Oz joined her at the top, picking up their bags, and walking down the hallway. Buffy wondered where they would sleep, wondering if their was enough room for them to squeeze in somewhere.

"Oh, does someone else -"

They had gotten to Willow's room; the room which Cordelia had been using. Buffy stepped inside the room and noticed how much it had changed, it was un-Willowly. Willow looked at all the clothes thrown over the room, clothes which she would never wore or had ever seen before. Make-up piled up on her desk, whilst hair products lay over the floor.

"Cordelia," sighed Buffy.

"Cordelia ?" questioned Willow, raising her eyebrow.

"She's moved back down here," said Buffy.

Willow's mouth dropped into an 'O'.

"So far we have me, Angel, Phoebe, Dawn, Cordelia, Faith, you and Oz living here," laughed Buffy, hoping she hadn't make either of them feel unwanted.

"Buffy, do you want us to go because -"

"No, Will! It was always your home, you are welcome," interrupted Buffy, smiling.

Willow nodded.

"Anyway, Cordelia is still looking for a house as we speak. Faith is needed for slaying purposes. Oh, did I tell you that Spike is human ?" chuckled Buffy, raising her eyebrow.

"A human Spike ?" asked Oz. Buffy nodded. "Intresting!"

"And, I'm pregnant! There was this prophecy -"

Buffy was cut off as Willow pulled her into a hug, squeeling. Buffy laughed, returning the hug. She felt Oz pat her on her back before congratulating her. Willow pulled away; the nervousness had dissapeared, leaving only the usual quirky Willow. A huge grin was plastered over her face, a new sparkle twinkled in her eyes.

"So, what's this about a prophecy ?" asked Willow.

UPDATEDDD :) WOOO. sorry it took so long! Busy week, huh ? More shall be along tommorow though! I'm hoping to free up the space in the Summer house, get Buffy in her pregnancy mode, throw Phoebe a first birthday bash, learn more about this baby, get a few certain weddings into place & have a cosy christmas with the whole crew! :) What you think, hey ? haha :) Yeah, so I would expect about 100 chapters for this story! haha. Well, thats only if I still have my awesome readers by then! Reviews are appreciated x