Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy, but I do own Sophie, baby Lily, and Echo the puppy :)

A little while later, Tara realised that Sophie was taking an awfully long time going to the bathroom, so she decided to go check on her. She made her way upstairs, frowning when she spotted her daughter sitting on the end of Buffy and Faith's bed.

"Sophie, I thought I told you.." she began, but her stern tone quickly turned to one of alarm when she noticed that her daughter had a serious nosebleed, just as Willow had used to get when she used too much magic. "Sophie!" Tara ran into the room, panicking. Echo whined, apparently worried too. "What are you doing?" Sophie ignored her mother, not wanting to lose her concentration. "Whatever it is is obviously too much for you, so stop it right now!"

"I can't!" Sophie cried, still focusing on her task as blood trickled from her small nose. "I've gots to keep Auntie Faith asleep, Auntie Buffy's not finished talking to her yet!" Tara sighed. Any time it seemed like Sophie might possibly be misbehaving, the little girl alway's justified it with a reason so incredibly sweet that it was impossible to stay mad at her. She knelt at the end of the bed, drawing on her own magical energy.

"Go wash your face, sweetie. I'll make sure Auntie Faith stays asleep."

Faith's screaming and crying gradually subsided, not because she actually felt any better, but because her throat was raw and painful, and her eyes were not capable of forming any more tears. Buffy continued to hold her girlfriend as her breathing slowly returned to normal.

"Faith?" she asked eventually.

"Mm?"

"What does she look like? Our daughter, I mean" Buffy clarified. "I never saw her, just myself pregnant with her, so.. What does she look like?"

"Are you sure you wanna know?" Faith frowned. "It won't make it worse or anythin', knowin' what you're gonna miss?"

"Yes, but I think it'll feel just as bad if I don't know" said Buffy. "Tell me what she looks like, Faith. Please?"

"Well, I only saw her for a minute myself, but I'll do my best" said Faith, voice cracking. If Buffy really was going to die, she couldn't deny what might very well be one of her final wishes. "She had your eyes.."

"Aww, I like your eyes."

"Well, I like yours and she has them, so tough. She had my hair though.."

"That's good."

"And your smile, B, she definitely had your smile." Faith suddenly heard giggling, and looked up to see a child very similar to the one she had just described running around in a playground that had suddenly sprung up nearby. "How.."

"This is my dream, Faith, it's suppposed to be my perfect day" said Buffy, snuggling deeper into the Dark Slayer's chest. "Now it is."

Tara saw Faith's muscles relaxing of their own accord, and knew that she would be able to stay asleep by herself, at least for a little while. She got up, intending to go help Sophie clean up her nose, but was cut off by a certain member of the powers-that-be suddenly appearing outside the room.

"Cordelia!" Tara cried. "You have to stop doing that!"

"Sorry, no time for warnings" Cordy frowned. "Look Tara, I love you girl, but sometimes you really are kinda stupid."

"What?"

"Without you, Willow would still be just a schoolkid floating pencils. You have more magical knowledge in your little finger than the rest of the Scoobies put together. The thing that can save Buffy is in your head, Tara. Go back to basics, you'll figure it out." Cordy disappeared, leaving a very confused Tara behind.