This is my piece from the Babies at the Border Compilation. This story will be continued.

Summary: Buffy and Angel have been married for the past 6 years and have a 4 year old son named Connor. Buffy's older sister, Darla, and Buffy do not get along and have competed in everything—even over Angel. What happens when Buffy finds out about the betrayal between her husband, her best friend, and her sister? Will forgiveness be in the cards to save their marriage?

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Angel characters. Those are of the genius mind of Joss Whedon. No copyright infringement intended.

Chapter I

"Angel, I don't know how much longer I can keep this a secret from her. She's my best friend," Faith said. She was tired of lying to her friend Buffy; Angel's pregnant wife.

"Faith, please! Don't say anything. Not yet! I will tell Buffy. Just give me some time," Angel pleaded.

"Time? Exactly how much time do you think you need!? I can't keep lying to her, Angel. She deserves better than that!"

"I know! I know. I promise I'll tell her. I just need a little bit of more time to get things situated. How do you explain to your wife that you slept with her sister and now said sister is pregnant with your child?"

"YOU DID WHAT!" Screamed out a voice that Angel and Faith knew all too well. Turning they both saw Buffy standing there in shock; her hand cradling her swollen belly.

"Angel, please tell me that I did not just hear that. You slept with Darla? Of all people, it had to be my sister." Buffy looked accusingly at Angel, in shock over the revelation she had just over heard.

"Buffy, we can talk about this. I can explain," Angel pleaded to his wife.

"Faith, you knew?" Buffy looked to her best friend asking with tears falling down her face. Her heart was breaking; Faith was responsible for aiding in covering up her husband's affair with her sister.

"Buffy, I'm sorry," Faith apologized.

"Faith, you're my best friend. How could you not tell me that Darla slept with my husband? You know what? I don't want to hear any excuses from you. Please just get out of my house."

"Buffy…..."

"GET OUT!"

Grabbing her jacket and with a sad look, Faith left the house knowing that she was partly the blame for her best friend's pain.

At the sound of the door closing, Buffy turned to her husband of the past 6 years. As she lifted her eyes to his face all she could see was the shame in his eyes.

"Angel, how could you do this to me? How could you betray me this way?"

"Buffy, this situation with Darla is not what you think," Angel tried to explain.

"Not what…Not what I think? Did you or did you not sleep with my sister?"

"Yes."

"Is there a possibility that you could be the father of Darla's baby?"

"Buffy?"

"Yes or no, Angel?"

"Yes."

"Then it is exactly what I think. Darla has been after you since we started dating and she finally got what she wanted. She finally got you!" Buffy told Angel heartbrokenly. "How could you do that to me, Angel? You, of all people, know what kind of relationship I have with her. Do you hate me that much? Did I do something wrong? Something so heinous that I needed to be punished this way?" Buffy questioned.

"No, Buffy, this wasn't your fault. It's mine. I got drunk and I thought she was you," Angel tried to explain.

"You thought she was me? Angel, we are two totally different people. The only thing that makes us look alike is our blonde hair. Tell me you weren't that gullible. Tell me you couldn't feel the difference."

"I know, Buffy. And I did…no didn't…aww hell Buff I was really drunk and it's no excuse; but I do love you. Please, please forgive me."

"Love me? Angel, this is not love. You don't cheat on someone you love. You don't…. you don't hurt someone you love."

"Buffy, I am so sorry. I never meant for this to happen. I never meant to hurt you."

"You never meant to hurt me? Angel, you slept with my sister and got her pregnant. How could that not hurt me?" Buffy asked with tears streaming down her face.

"Buffy, please just let me explain. Please," he pleaded.

"There are no explanations for this. You can not sweet talk your way out of this one. You're breaking my heart. I know my sister and I might not have the best relationship in the world, but I never thought that I could hate anybody this much. I hate the both of you for what you are putting me through. What about our son, Angel? Did you even think of Connor and what this would do to him? Ow! Ouch...!"

Buffy bent down clutching her swollen stomach where her unborn child had just sent a sharp kick. Fearing for her Angel rushed to help her.

"Buffy!?" Angel asked concerned.

"Don't touch me…! Please just leave. Just go."

Upon hearing the French door close behind Angel's retreating form, Buffy finally broke down and cried in the silence of what she now feared was her forever broken home.

The sound of tiny footsteps coming down the hallway, set Buffy to righting herself as she wiped her eyes and adjusted her clothes before her son made his appearance.

"Mommy, where's Daddy?" Connor asked rubbing his sleepy eyes.

"Daddy had to leave, sweetheart," Buffy replied walking to her son. "What are you doing out of bed?"

"I had a nightmare. Will Daddy be back?" Connor asked looking up to his mother.

"I don't know. We'll see," Buffy replies before leading her son back to his bedroom and putting him back to bed.

Closing his bedroom door, Buffy hears her cellphone ringing. Looking at the caller ID, she decides to ignore the call turning her phone off before retiring to bed; after making sure the house was locked down. Looking down at her claddagh wedding ring, Buffy cries herself to sleep. Things between them will never be the same again. Her heart's been broken. Her trust's been broken. Her family's been broken. And on top of that, she was due to give birth to her and Angel's second child in a few months.

Buffy woke up the next morning to the sound of excessive knocking on her front door. Dragging herself out of bed, Buffy checked on her son who had kicked the covers off and was currently sleeping like the dead, before making her way to the door. Opening the door, Buffy was shocked to see her sister march her pregnant self past her without so much as a good morning.

"What the hell are you doing here, Darla?"

Darla smirked at her sister before replying. "I believe we have much to discuss. After all, our daughters are gonna be sisters."

Buffy held open the door as she slapped her sister.

"Get the hell out of my house!"

"We have to talk, Buffy. After all, we are sharing a baby daddy," Darla antagonized.

"You have no shame, do you? After all these years, since we were teenagers, you've been after him. The one thing that you failed to realize is that he wanted me. He still wants me. He dated me. He married me. I carried his child. We were happy until Hurricane Darla had to come and destroy my life—yet again. Darla, I love you, you're my sister, but I will never forgive you and I will never trust you ever again."

Darla didn't say anything to her sister. She just walked out the house while Buffy stood there watching her walk away. Tears fell down her face as she mourned for her husband that she wasn't sure could be forgiven, for her best friend that kept the betrayal a secret, and for the sister that she loved but hopefully would never see again.

To be continued…