"Buffy!" Joyce cried in surprise, opening the door to find her daughter and son-in-law. "You're early! You only left, what, the day before yesterday?"
"Yeah," Buffy confirmed. "A little change of plans."
"Oh? Is it a demon?"
"No, no. Not a demon."
"Angel, help, she's not answering me! What's the matter?" Joyce turned to Angel.
Before Angel could answer, Buffy had shoved past her mother in a mad dash for the bathroom.
"Oh my God, is she ok?" Joyce asked worriedly, watching Angel take off after his wife.
"She'll be fine in a second!" Angel called back.
Ten minutes later, Joyce, Angel, and Buffy were gathered around the kitchen table sipping French vanilla hot chocolate.
"Buffy, Angel, please, what's the matter? You're worrying me."
"Well," Angel began. "Buffy got...um...a little sick in Ireland. So we came back here- after a stop at the hospital."
"Oh, God, Buffy...what is it?" Joyce shivered in anticipation. Was her daughter on her death-bed?
Buffy, seeming to read her mother's mind,grinned. "I'm not dying, Ma, don't worry. I'm...pregnant."
"Your WHAT?!"
"I'm..."
"I heard, I heard, I...oh...wow...I...congrats...I think..."