"I find it hard to believe sometimes." Willow said as she and Tara watched their daughter sleep.

She let her head fall on Tara's shoulder as Tara slipped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer.

"She's ours. She's our daughter. We've got a family. We are a family." Willow mused.

"Mummy Willow? Mummy Tara?" Came the small, sleepy voice of their daughter as she woke.

"Yeah Sweetie." Tara said, coming closer with Willow right behind.

"We're here." Willow said, patting her little girl's leg as she and Tara sat on the edge of her bed.

"I'm scared." The little girl admitted quietly.

"What of Rhi?" Willow asked gently.

"I don't want to go to sleep."

"That's not being scared Baby." Tara said. "Besides, you've got to. It's late and Mummy Willow and I are getting tired." As if to back Tara up, Willow yawned at that very moment.

"But I'll have bad dreams if I go to sleep."

"Why don't we tell you a story? Then you can think about that and dream of that instead." Tara said. Happily, Rhiannon nodded, snuggling into her sheets.

Tara looked helplessly at her wife, clueless as to what story they should tell their daughter.

"What story do you wanna hear?" Tara asked.

"One with us in it." Rhiannon said definitely. Again, Tara looked helplessly at her wife. "I'm not very good at stories." She whispered shamefully.

"Yes you are Baby. But I'll get this one started shall I?" Willow asked, kissing Tara's cheek.

"Once upon a time." Willow started, looking affectionately back at her daughter. "There was a little girl called Rhiannon."

"That's me, isn't it Mummy Willow?"

"Sure is Gorgeous Girl." Willow smiled. "One day, when Rhiannon was at her Grandma's house, she was out playing in the big backyard…"

"I don't know my Grandma." Rhiannon interjected.

"No Sweetie. But this is a story. Anything can happen in stories." Tara reminded her daughter. "When she spotted a hole in the back hedge." She continued, taking the story over from Willow. "So, Rhiannon being a curious little girl, decided to go exploring. So, she wandered through the little gap in the hedge…"

"Suddenly, she found that she wasn't in her Grandma's backyard anymore. She was somewhere else. Somewhere really different to her Grandma's house." Willow said, taking the story once more. Intrigued and completely enthralled by her mothers' story, Rhiannon leaned forward, her eyes wide, keen to know what happened next. "Where was she Mummy Willow?"

"She wasn't sure." Willow said. "But her question was about to get answered. A kind young woman found her hiding behind a bush. The nice lady, whose name was Buffy explained where they were and took Rhiannon to the land's castle, thinking the Queens would know how to help the poor lost girl she'd found."

"So, they went to the castle," Tara continued, "where a guard was standing outside the Queens room. 'Who's your new friend?' he asked her. 'I found her. She's lost. I thought it best to bring her to the Queens. I thought they'd know what to do.' Buffy's friend, Xander thought this was quite smart and let them both in to the Queens' room."

"The Queens were impressed with Buffy and took the little girl in. Only, it took them a moment to realise who she was." Willow took over once again.

"They knew her?" Rhiannon asked curiously.

"They did." Willow smiled. "The blonde haired queen whispered to the other. 'Is this who I think it is? Is it?'. The red haired queen looked at the little girl. 'I think she might be.' The queens asked Rhiannon to come closer, and nervously, she did."

"The queens were you!" Rhiannon said excitedly. "So why was she nervous? They're her Mummies."

"Yeah, but then, they were strangers." Tara explained patiently, ruffling her daughter's red hair. "She didn't know who they were yet." She explained. "But the Queens were nice, just like everyone else Rhiannon had met in this new land, and soon, she wasn't so scared anymore. The red haired queen kneeled down so she wasn't so tall and closer to Rhiannon's height. 'Do you know who we are?' Rhiannon shook her head. She didn't think she'd seen them at all, though she thought something about them looked familiar. 'Well,' the red haired queen smiled, 'I'm Queen Willow, and this is my wife, Queen Tara…'"

"When Queen Tara told Rhiannon the truth about who they were, Rhiannon got scared again and backed away a little. She had a mother and a father back home who loved her, not two mothers." Willow said, her daughter's contented, sleepy smile making her smile too. "Queen Willow explained that really, they were Rhiannon's real parents and the ones she knew back home had been taking care of her until she found them again…" Willow stopped when she realised Rhiannon's eyes had closed. She'd fallen asleep. Getting up, Willow went around Tara to pull the covers higher over their little girl, giving her a goodnight kiss on the forehead before stepping back to allow her wife to do the same.

Hand in hand, Willow and Tara left their daughter's room.

"How did you come up with that story Baby? It was brilliant."

"It wasn't just me." Willow pointed out. "You told it too."

"Yeah, I guess I did." Tara smiled happily. "We should do that again sometime soon. It was fun."

"I think you're in luck." Willow smiled, kissing Tara's cheek.

"Hmm?"

"I get the feeling Rhi's gonna want to hear a lot more bedtime stories."