"I'm still scared Will." Tara admitted quietly.

Willow's expression turned to one of concern and she pulled Tara close, holding her tight. "What is it Sweetie? What's wrong?"

"My Dad. Or Donny. What if they turn up? I don't want our kids…What my father will do if he finds out about Holly I don't even want to imagine." This time, it was Willow's turn to press their lips together to stop the talking.

"Baby, they won't. Even if they do, I'm here now. I'd protect you wouldn't I? Both of you."

Tara smiled at Willow's sweetness. "You haven't seen my father Willow, not really, and I never want you to. I don't know that just you would be enough."

"Well, Buffy would help. Spike. We could call on Faith even, if she was in town, I'm sure she'd be more than happy."

"Do you think so?"

Willow shook her head. "I know so." She smiled. "Baby, we may not be blood related, but you've got a new family now. Holly. Me. Buffy, Xander, Dawnie, Spike, Anya. The list goes on."

Tara smiled, hugging Willow tight. "I'm so lucky."

"Just, don't let the old one worry you anymore. They don't deserve the time you spend on it." Willow said. "Just focus on your now, what's to come. We'll make a little family of our own and we'll be happy. So, so happy."

Tara kissed Willow tenderly. "I love you Willow Rosenberg."

"I love you, Tara Rosenberg." Shivers rushed down Tara's spine as Willow said her name.

"I don't think I'll ever tire of hearing that." She smiled, kissing Willow's lips softly. "And thanks to you. I don't even have any association with them any more."

"What do you mean thanks to me?"

"I changed my name when I married you. I'm not a Maclay. I'm a Rosenberg."

"The most beautiful one at that."


"You don't seem worried at all." Tara observed. "Are you? You can tell me."

"I know." Willow smiled. There was silence for a while before she spoke again. "Well, there is one thing."

"What is it?"

"Do you think our kids not exactly having a dad will be a bad thing?"

"Well they won't have a dad around. But they'll have plenty of male influences around. Spike, Xander, Giles." Tara said. "Hey, why don't we get godparents for our kids? Would that make you feel better?"

"What are they?" Willow asked curiously. "Godparents?"

"Well, it's another two people who the child can go to with their problems if they don't want to talk to us and heaven forbid, if anything happened to us, they'd take care of them. They have a little bit more influence. They teach them things. Like, if we had a son, whoever we picked as godfather would probably teach them all the man things."

"Which we won't. But yeah, that sounds nice." Willow smiled. "That would be good."


"We did it Baby." Tara smiled, coming towards Willow a few months later.

"What?" Willow asked breathlessly. "Does this mean what I think it means?"