The What If Factor.

Chapter 4: The strangest feeling.

Rating: PG-13

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Disclaimer: I don't own any of this stuff except for their daughters. Now, there is some name similarities between this story and my other story, A Day Of Grief, but it's a completely different story.

Author's Note: This chapter is a shortey. It's basically just to really get the story rolling.

Buffy's POV:

That day had started out just like any other day. I made breakfast while Ben helped the kids with something or other. It was the weekend, so it was mostly a day of just hanging around the house. We went out for dinner that evening, and while we were driving back, I suddenly had this strange feeling in the pit of stomach. The same feeling I got when ever he was around. But, that was impossible. Angel was dead. He had been for six years.

We pulled into our drive way and headed inside. It had gotten dark out. We walked to the front door, and as Ben unlocked it, I felt that feeling in my stomach getting stronger and stronger. It wasn't painful. It just felt... funny. I felt Kat tug on the bottom of my jacket. "Mommy, I feel funny." She said. She pointed to her stomach. I looked at her, confused. When Ben saw my reaction, he scooped her up and said, "I'm sure you just ate to much at dinner, sweat heart. You'll feel better in the morning."

"I don't feel sick, I feel funny." She told him. He took her inside. After Paige, Ava, and Andy had followed, I stepped inside the door. The feeling suddenly turned into a 'ping' type feeling. I looked around, expecting to see something. Maybe my Slayer Sense was Tingling. But, I saw nothing, so I closed the door and locked it.

That feeling stayed with me all night. After Ben had tucked the kids in, he found me in the living room. "What's up with you?" He asked, siting down next to me on the couch. I shook my head. "It's nothing."

"No, it's not. I know you well enough to know when there's something wrong. What is it?" I smiled.

"Really, it's nothing. I just have this strange feeling in my stomach." A bright smile came to his face and I realized what that could imply.

"Do you think you could be-"

"No!" I said, getting up, doing my best to laugh and not scream. I loved Ben, I really did. I had been ready to move on, start a life with someone else. But I still wasn't ready to have kids with anyone but Angel. Ben didn't really understand. He wanted us to have a child of our own. His wife had died a long time before Angel had. He had moved on for the most part. But, like I tried to tell him, we had four kids already. I just didn't have the time, and I wasn't ready. He shook his head, and went up to bed.

I turned all the lights off. I heard our cat pawing at the door from outside to come in for the evening. When I opened the door, I could feel eye's on me. It was like I knew they were reading me, looking deep into my sole. I looked around again, then went inside and up to bed.

And that feeling kept me awake all night, and I still felt it the next morning. Thats when I excepted that something was coming.

Wether I was ready or not.

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The next day, that was when every thing changed. Again. Sunday's were Ben's day to make breakfast for everyone. I could smell the pancakes from our bedroom. Kat and Ava found their way into the room, and jumped up on my bed yelling, "Pancakes, Mommy, Pancakes!" I threw the covers aside and followed them down to the kitchen.

Later that day, we were all sitting in the living room, doing what families do. The door bell rang. I said that I would answer it, got up, stepped over Kat and her coloring, and went to the door. What I found changed everything.

Angel was staring back at me.