"Buffy!"

Willow walked over to her friend's bedside. She had just given birth to her
third child, a daughter named Angela. The baby was under the warmer, being
measured by the nurses.

"How are you doing?"

"Fine. Really. Once you've had a couple, it's really not that hard
anymore. I think my slayer body was built to have babies."

Willow smiled, and walked over to look at Angela. She had her father's
eyes, and her mother's cute nose.

"How's mom?" Xander said, entering the room.

"Fine."

"So, here's the baby. What do you think, Willow? You think we could...."

"Xander!"

"What? I was just thinking...."

"Well ... we'll talk later, Xander."

"Hello!" the familiar accent of Mr. Giles echoed in the sterile room. "How's
my favorite Slayer?"

"Just fine ... thanks to you."

"Now really. You must stop thanking me every time we see each other."

"I can't help it! If it wasn't for you and Willow coming up with a way to
kill all the vampires on earth, I wouldn't have had time to have kids."

"And if it wasn't for the Gem of Amara," said Angel, who had just walked
into the room and heard Buffy, "I wouldn't be able to keep my soul and enjoy
true happiness." As usual, Angel, was dressed in black.

"So you see, Giles, we're going to thank you every time we see you,"
finished Buffy.

"Well ... you're welcome."