Buffy excused herself from the conversation that Giles and Andrew
were having with yet another potential slayer that had showed up at
their doorstep. It was never-ending, it seemed. How many were
there? She stopped at the kitchen and grabbed a small water from
the fridge before escaping to her back porch.

It was dusk, and Buffy just relished at how peaceful it seemed. She
had dealt with problems before. Hell, she had been through more
apocalypse than most, and she's died 2 times, 3 if you count Warren
shooting her, but this was different. Buffy could feel it in her
soul...in every fiber of her being. Maybe it was her hormones. Or
maybe it was the fact that the last several weeks, most of the
fights have come from within this house. How are they going to be
able to win the war, if they can't stand to be in the same room
together?

Buffy sighed heavily as she took a small sip of her water. Her hand
resting on her belly. There was a life inside of her, and she was
terrified. Only one other slayer has had children, and that didn't
turn out well. Her job. Her calling was to protect the world, and
all she wanted to do was protect this child. She chuckled to
herself. Years with the weight of the world on her shoulders, and
this, a tiny child, was able to scare her.

It was times like these, Buffy missed her mom. Missed how she made
everything easy. With all the death in her life, her home was
always a safe-haven, and now, it was filled with strangers. Even
her family was too distracted to see that she needed someone, but
all that didn't matter. She allowed her these selfish minutes to
think about herself, and now, she'd turn around and head back inside
to the disaster that was quickly growing.

Buffy took another sip of water, and stared at the beautiful
sunset. Running a hand through her hair, she turned around and
headed for the door, where she opened it reluctantly. Hearing loud
shouts from Giles and Andrew arguing about something, Buffy closed
the door again. Maybe just a few more minutes.