Yeah, I guess so," she replied softly. "I hate that. Sometimes I really fucking hate being a chosen one." Buffy accepted it, she would be a slayer forever and nothing, nothing except death would be able to change it. Still, it didn't mean she had to like it. She stepped closer to Faith and caught the a whiff of stale cigarette smoke on her jacket. For the sake of her unborn baby, Buffy should have told Faith right away to put it out, but selfishly, she had thought only of herself and keeping her secret.
Buffy took a deep breath. "Faith, I'm-I'm pregnant." There it was out, elephant in the room, huge and pink, and she waited for the outcome.