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

"Then what are we waiting for?" cried Willow, leaping to her feet with Lily in her arms and flying into a panic. "We have to get her to a hospital!"

"Willow, sweetie, calm down" said Tara with a chuckle. "We can handle this.."

"Speak for yourself.." Xander muttered, still worried.

"We've got plenty of time" Tara continued. "Now, you take Lily and go tell everyone else what's going on, and Xander and I will help Anya."

"Okay" Willow nodded. "Okay. I can do that." As the wicca rushed off, Xander and Tara made their way over to Anya.

"I hate you" the former demon hissed at Xander, just having fought her way through a contraction.

"How are you doing?" Tara asked gently.

"His child" she spat, pointing accusingly at Xander, "Is trying to kill me!"

"I.." Xander began.

"Xander, it's probably best if you just keep quiet for now" Tara cut him off, before turning back to Anya, helping her up and gesturing for Xander to take her other side as they began slowly leading her towards the exit. "I know it hurts at the moment Anya, but it'll all be worth it at the end.."

"How do you know?" Anya snapped, crying out as another contraction hit.

"I did it a year ago, remember?" Tara chuckled.

"Oh, right.. Why didn't you warn me that it was going to be this painful?" she yelled, glaring at her friend. At that moment, just as they reached the door, two things happened. One was that Anya's waters broke, and the other was that Willow had managed to acquire a microphone from the band playing on the other side of the room.

"Attention everyone!" The red-head yelled, one arm holding the microphone, the other holding Lily. "Um.. Anya's in labor." After that, chaos ensued. Everybody ran for the exit. Faith scooped her new wife into her arms as she ran.

"Faith!" Buffy squealed.

"There's no way you can run in that dress, B" said Faith, defending her actions.

"To the Wedding Guest Express!" cried Andrew.

"Andrew, look out!" yelled Xander, wincing as the soon-to-be Watcher slipped in Anya's recently broken waters and fell to the floor, knocking himself out.

"Bloody hell" said Spike, rolling his eyes as he lifted the unconscious nerd and slung him over his shoulder.

Spike, due to Andrew's current lack of conciousness, once again took it upon himself to drive the bus, now occupied by everyone. The hospital staff were somewhat surprised by the appearance of a bunch of people in formal wear, but quickly leapt into action when they realised Anya's situation and rushed her off to a delivery room, accompanied of course by Xander. Everybody else took seats in the waiting room, occasionally receiving strange looks from passersby.

"Well" said Joyce after a while. "The ceremony was beautiful."

"Yes, very" Giles agreed.

"Very, very" said Sophie, nodding.

"And uh, that was the best half a Wedding reception I've ever been to" Angel added. Everyone murmured in agreement.

"Thanks guys" Buffy smiled.

"I HATE you, Xander Harris!" Anya screamed, nearly crushing her child's father's hand as another contraction, now more intense, hit.

"I know, Ahn" Xander replied, wincing. "You've told me nearly a hundred times already."

"Well I mean it!" Anya snapped. "Now I know why I granted so many wishes to women in labor!" Fortunately, the nurse in the room had heard so many women shout strange things while giving birth that she didn't bat an eyelid.

"Hey" said Andrew, peeking around the doorway. "Just checking in to see how.."

"GET OUT!" Anya screamed. Unfortunately, Andrew couldn't get out, as he had fainted once again. A few moments later, Spike appeared. "GET OUT!" Anya screamed again.

"Don't worry, I'll be out of your hair in a second, love" he said, again hefting Andrew over his shoulder. "Giles just asked me to come fetch the bloody nerd. We knew this would happen if he came down here.."

A few more hours passed by. Xander had been subjected to endless declarations of hate from Anya, and had had to switch the hand she was squeezing as he was pretty sure that she had dislocated one of his fingers. Soon, a Doctor entered the room with a midwife in tow.

"Well, I think we might be ready to push, Miss Jenkins" The Doctor smiled. Xander let out a sigh of relief. Maybe Anya would calm down a little, and hopefully stop hating him, once the baby was out. "Okay, when the next contraction comes I want you to push, okay?" Anya nodded, and when the contraction came, she pushed, and screamed, and squeezed Xander's hand. And when the next one came, she pushed, and screamed and squeezed Xander's hand again. Between contractions, she yelled at Xander about how she hated him and was never letting him touch her again. But after a while, she forgot her anger, her mind registering nothing other than the pain she was in.

"I can't do it anymore" Anya whimpered.

"Where almost there, Miss Jenkins, I can see the head!" said the Doctor. "Just keep pushing, you can do it!"

"No I can't.." Anya sobbed.

"Anya, look at me" said Xander. Anya hesitated for a moment, then turned to face him. "I know it hurts, and if there was anything I could do to stop you hurting I'd do it in a heartbeat, but like Tara said, it'll be worth it in the end. And you've wanted this baby for so long, I can tell. Just one more push, and it'll be here." Anya nodded, and when the next contraction hit, she pushed as hard as she could, and screamed louder than she had screamed that whole day. And when she was done screaming, the first thing she saw was the Doctor holding a tiny, dark-haired, newborn human, wailing at the top of his lungs.

"Congratulations Miss Jenkins, Mr Harris" the Doctor smiled. "You have a healthy baby boy."

"Does Daddy want to cut the cord?" the midwife asked Xander. Xander nodded and stood to go cut the umbilical cord, unable to tear his eye away from his newborn son. The baby was then placed gently in Anya's arms. Even though he was messy, still covered in blood and gunk from his birth, and did kind of look like a little alien, he was still the most beautiful, wonderful thing that she had ever seen.

"Hello, tiny human" she whispered. "I'm your Mommy." The baby boy stopped crying, blinking up at his Mother with wide brown eyes.

"So" Xander grinned. "Worth it?"

"Definitely" Anya smiled.