It had been five months already since Buffy's pregnancy. She noticed that her stomach looked a little bigger. It was late at night and she had to stay home, Angel and her mother had insisted on it. Faith had volunteered to go out hunting for her that night.

There was a knock at the door and Buffy grabbed a sword just in case. She carefully opened the door.

"Buffy!" Richie said happily and then looked down to see a sword in her hand. He stepped back slightly, raising his hands in surrender. "Whoa, you don't plan on using that thing on me, do you?"

"Now that you mention it...where's MacLeod?"

"Well, it's nice to see you too!" Richie said, trying to sound offended.

"Sorry, Richie, it's nice to see you."

"So, how's The-Mother-To-Be?" Duncan asked, suddenly appearing behind Richie.

"I'm fine. You guys wanna come in?"

"Sure."

"Mom is upstairs. She will probably be really happy about showing her new collection for the gallery to you," Buffy told Duncan as they walked into the house.

"I'd be glad to, it might give me some ideas for mine."

Joyce had come down the stairs and sure enough she asked Duncan if he would like to take a look at the new paintings and antiques for her gallery. While Joyce and Duncan were in the kitchen, Richie and Buffy sat in the living room.

"Where's Angel?" Richie asked.

"Out patrolling with Faith and Oz in the graveyard."

"He didn't let you go, did he?" Richie asked with a grin.

"No. Him and my mother both."

"Oh. You're getting fatter though," Richie teased, getting a punch in the shoulder from Buffy. "Ouch! I didn't mean it like that, honest."

"So, why are you guys here?" Buffy asked, changing the subject.

"Joe sent us. He said something about an important prophecy that's going to go down here. Him and Giles were talking about it on the phone and he said that the prophecy also involved immortals."