Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy, but I do own Sophie, baby Lily, and Echo the puppy :)
By that afternoon, the party celebrating Faith's Slayerversary and Anya's resurrection was in full swing. Xander was the only guest yet to arrive, as he had had to work that morning. However, the one-eyed handyman's abscence was making Anya anxious.
"Are you sure he's coming?" she asked Tara, tugging nervously at the hem of her skirt. Thankfully Willow, being the gatherer of sentimental objects that she was around the time Sunnydale fell, had salvaged Anya's luggage from the bus so that Xander did not have to deal with it in his grief, and kept her friend's belongings in some boxes at the back of her closet.
"Yes Anya, he's coming" said Tara, trying to reassure her.
"Well where is he? Everyone else is here!"
"He's at work. And the only reason everyone else is here already is because they either live or are staying here at the moment. Now calm down, you being so stressed isn't good for the baby."
"The baby? Oh, the baby!" Cried Anya. "How am I going to explain that to him? What if he panics? He does panic very easily you know.."
"Anya, seriously, calm down!" said Tara, grabbing hold of her friends shoulders. "As for telling Xander about the baby, try to break it to him gently, don't just blurt it out like you usually do, and everything should be fine. Okay?"
"Okay" said Anya, beginning to relax a little.
"Good" said Tara. "Now how about you go talk to Giles for awhile, he's missed you." As the ex-demon walked off to follow Tara's suggestion, Faith approached, with a slightly concerned expression on her face.
"Is she okay?" The Dark Slayer felt somewhat responsible for the well being of the woman she had brought back into the world, and had therefor been checking up on her at regular intervals. She really needn't have worried, as since their encounter that morning, Anya had latched on to Tara, the only other person who had been through a resurrection-by-wish as she had, and who also happened to be the person who had fought to get Anya into heaven, and the person other than Xander who was most inclined to be patient with her.
"Yeah" Tara replied. "She was just freaking out about how Xander's gonna react to everything. I got her to relax a little, so she should be fine." At this, Faith let out a small chuckle. "What?" Tara frowned.
"Well, you're kinda like everyone's big sister" Faith grinned. "I'm just the only one who's officially given ya the title."
"I guess" said Tara. "Though if you count her demon years, Anya's actually about a thousand years older than me."
"I knew that" said Faith, "but as far as mental and emotional maturity goes, she's got nothin' on you T. Hell, in some ways even Little Red is more mature than Anya. Where is the kid anyway?"
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It just so happened that Sophie was upstairs, having a tea-party with Illyria and her toys. The god-king was sitting quite uncomfortably in a tiny pink plastic chair in between Wesley Mouse and Princess Bluebird, the stuffed toy she had given Sophie for Christmas. She was currently asking the little girl for information on the resurrected human.
"So, Anya is the mate of the human with only one eye?"
"I think so" said Sophie. "They wasn't together when Auntie Anya died, but my mommies say that they still loves each other, and Auntie Anya is having Uncle Xander's baby, and my mommies say people should only have babies if they're really in love."
"Then how did the half-breed Angel's child come to be?" asked Illyria, confused.
"I don'ts know" Sophie said, shrugging. "I thinks that's one of the things I'm nots allowed to know about 'til I'm older."
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Meanwhile downstairs, Xander entered the house carrying a six pack.
"Hey!" he called, "I come bearing bee.." he froze when he spotted Anya talking to Giles, and she froze too when she spotted him. For a few seconds, they just stood and stared at each other. Then, Anya ran straight up and kissed Xander square on the lips, causing the beers to drop with a crash.
"Well, she never was one for bein' subtle" Faith sighed.