Saga Vasuki – Aww, yay! I'm glad you enjoyed the chapter!
fire'n'water – Sorry! I thought the fact that they were naked in the bath was a wet panty warning in and of itself! ;) Lol, Alex/JJ meet-up next chapter! (although I don't think Alex will be like Anya personality wise lol. As funny as that would be [and as much as I could imagine him growing up like that], it's kinda difficult to imagine a 4 year old obsessed with sex and money :p) Thanks for the well-wishes :)
AliceLuvr53 – Hey, like I said to fire'n'water, the fact that they were in a bath was a panty warning! I have to give them subtly for those who don't want to be warned which is all an excuse because I totally forgot lol. How about we made an agreement that any future NC-17 chapters will come with a little PW the top, left hand corner, okay? ;) Glad you liked the chapter (and a lot of cabin time is definitely promised!)
Sky King Haruka Tenoh – Glad you liked the chapter! Only JJ in this chapter 'cause it kinda got away from me lol but I promise, promise, promise, Alex will be in the next! Thanks for the well-wishes for my uncle :)
Juggler – I'm glad you like the baby idea. I thought it'd be a more thorough way to explore things (and I wrote the regular insemination way last time I wrote pregnancy into a fic, then obviously JJ was adopted, so I thought it'd be cool to mix it up :D) And I'm happy you liked the smut too lol (and thanks for the strength, it's definitely appreciated!)
Tara smiled and lightly wiped some hair from the brow of her sleeping wife's forehead. She'd woken just a few minutes beforehand and welcome the opportunity to just gaze at the face of the woman she loved so much.
That was until the dull ache in her bladder that she'd woken up with started to become too much to bear and she went to move off of the bed.
"You better not be about to leave me alone in this bed for the second morning in a row without morning snuggles."
Tara smiled at the sound of her wife's voice and threw her legs back onto bed, wrapping an arm around the redhead's waist. Willow cautiously peeked one eye open and upon seeing Tara lying beside her once again, smiled happily and opened them both.
She reached up and grabbed the back of the taller girl's neck, pulling her on top of her and bringing their lips together.
"Morning," she whispered when they pulled apart, tucking a piece of blonde hair behind her wife's ear, "Sleep well?"
"The best," Tara grinned, "You were in my arms."
Willow giggled and scrunched up her nose.
"You should stop trying to woo me with those compliments, you know. I'm a married woman."
Tara feigned shock.
"You are?"
"Oh yea," Willow nodded seriously, "I married a slammin' hottie."
Tara raised an eyebrow, a grin on her face.
"Oh really?"
Willow once again nodded before smirking.
"Not much in the brains department, but hey, you take what you can get."
Tara narrowed her eyes.
"Watch it."
Willow looked away in mock-contemplation.
"Oh wait, no, my wife...my wife..." she said before looking back at Tara with a grin, "No, my wife is incredibly smart. And beautiful. And she's the kindest person I know. And I love her."
Tara smiled shyly.
"Now who's wooing who?"
Willow grinned again.
"And I mentioned she's a slammin' hottie, right?"
Tara laughed and swooped her head down to capture the redhead's lips. Willow smiled as their lips lightly moved against each other in soft kisses until she felt an odd movement against her legs and pulled away, a curious look on her face.
"Baby, not that I mind you rubbing yourself against me," she started with a giggle, "But what are you doing?"
Tara looked away and blushed.
"I kind of have to pee."
"Tara!" Willow replied in playful exasperation, pushing the blonde's shoulders upwards, "Go pee! Jeez."
"Well I tried before and you pulled me back!" Tara responded, though started to roll off the redhead.
"I didn't know you were leaving on a bladder-related emergency," Willow retorted as the taller girl stood up and grabbed her robe, "I'll meet you downstairs."
"I'll make pancakes!"
Tara's loud voice came from down the hallway as she ran towards the bathroom and Willow chuckled for a moment before throwing the blanket off her body and stretching as she walked over to the dresser and retrieved clothes for the day.
She pulled them on and ran her hairbrush through her hair before making her way downstairs and popping her head into the living room, where JJ was sitting on the floor a foot away from the television, staring intently at the cartoon playing out on the screen, still in his pyjamas.
"Morning little man."
"Morning Momma," JJ replied, not letting his gaze falter from the television for even a second.
Willow chuckled quietly and leant against the doorframe.
"Did you have any breakfast?"
JJ shook his head, still not looking at his mother. Willow smiled.
"Mommy's making pancakes."
The little boy's head shot around at this, his eyes wide with excitement.
"Funny shapes?"
"You bet," Tara's voice was heard as she appeared and wrapped her arms around her wife's waist, resting her head on the redhead's shoulder.
JJ jumped up and started running towards the kitchen.
"I want a fire truck!"
"Guess I'm making a fire truck," Tara laughed as she released the redhead and they walked to the kitchen as well.
"I want a heart," Willow said as she sat on a stool by the island and lifted JJ to sit on the countertop.
"As ever," Tara replied with a smile, taking a bowl from the cupboard and cracking some eggs into it.
"What can I say?" Willow grinned, "I like you giving me your heart."
Tara paused from where she was pouring flour into the bowl and leant over the island so her lips were just centimetres away from the redhead's.
"I gave you my heart the first moment I saw you."
Willow closed the small gap between them and kissed her wife sweetly for a few moments until an exasperated sigh was heard off to the side.
"Pancakes won't make them themselves."
Both girls pulled apart with an audible pop and Willow gaped at her son.
"Hey, cheeky. That wasn't very nice."
"You're always kissing," JJ pouted, folding his arms over his chest, "It's icky."
"It is not 'icky'," Willow started defensively but Tara put a hand on her shoulder to stop her saying any more.
"We kiss because we love each other," Tara said, crouching down just slightly so she was eye-level with her son, "Someday you're gonna meet someone and you're gonna love them lots and lots and you're gonna want to kiss them too."
JJ looked sceptical.
"No I'm not. It's yucky."
"Oh you will," Tara replied with a small laugh, "I promise you won't always feel like that."
"And until then," Willow continued, "Until that time many, many, many years from now, when you're like...30...until then, you'll just have to deal with me kissing your Mom. And less of the cheekiness."
JJ dropped his arms to his side and shrugged.
"Okay. Sorry."
"It's okay, little man," Tara replied, taking one of her son's small hands and lacing their fingers together, "You gonna help me make the pancakes?"
JJ nodded happily and grabbed the large wooden spoon and the bowl of unmixed-batter, placing it on his lap as he began stirring.
"It's not working," he said after a moment when the mixture wasn't turning into the normal creamy blend he was used to seeing.
"It needs the milk, sweetie," Tara said gently, retrieving the milk from the refrigerator and pouring some into the bowl, "Now try."
JJ started stirring again and smiled when the batter began to take form. Willow supervised the mixing to make sure the kitchen didn't become covered in flour and Tara went to heat the pan that they were going to cook the pancakes on.
"Is this okay, Momma?" JJ asked, thrusting the bowl towards his mother.
"Looks perfect, baby boy," Willow replied, taking the bowl and discreetly stirred the last of the lumps out, "Why don't you go get into some clothes and your pancake will be ready by the time you're finished."
JJ nodded his head in agreement and Willow lifted him down to the ground before he scurried off upstairs to get changed. Willow grabbed the bowl and brought it over to her wife, placing it on the countertop beside the blonde before embracing her from behind.
"30, sweetie?" Tara asked with a laugh as she spooned some of the batter onto the pan and formed what she hoped resembled a fire truck.
"Yes," Willow replied seriously, "He can kiss when he's 30 and only if I say it's okay."
Tara laughed again.
"Willow, we're 30. And we've been doing a lot more than kissing for 11 years."
Willow frowned as she rested her chin against the blonde's shoulder.
"Yes, well, we're different. That's my little boy you're talking about."
Tara flipped the pancake in the pan.
"He's my little boy too. I just mean we're gonna have to accept that he will grow up eventually."
"A very long time from now," Willow protested, before smiling, "And then we'll have another little Rosenberg-Maclay around too."
Tara turned her head around and pressed her lips against her wife's for just a second before turning back to the pan until Willow's voice piped up again.
"I changed my mind. I want a star."
"A star?"
"Yes. A star. Your name means star."
Tara watched the batter sizzle, turning a golden-brown.
"Are you saying you want to eat me?" she asked before realising how that sounded and cleared her throat with a blush, "I didn't mean it like that."
"You sure?" Willow asked with a giggle, squeezing the blonde's mid-section, before lowering her voice to a whisper, "'Cause that can be arranged...I could take you...nice and slowly...or we could...take each other...our faces...and our tongues...buried deep–"
"Momma, I did something wrong with the buttons."
Willow sighed quietly as she heard her son's voice pipe up behind her and placed a kiss against her wife's neck.
"We'll continue this conversation later," she said in an almost inaudible whisper before loosening her hold on the blonde and spinning around, dropping to her knees in front of JJ and taking a hold of his shirt, "Oh, you just missed the bottom button, honey. Makes all the others skew-y too. See?"
JJ looked down at where one side of his shirt was just slightly longer than the other and gave a firm nod in understanding before going about undoing and re-buttoning the article of clothing.
"One fire truck," Tara spoke up, turning around and placing a plate on the island, "Would you like some strawberries on it to make it all red?"
JJ nodded excitedly as he climbed onto a stool and Willow put a hand on her wife's shoulder.
"I'll get them."
Tara smiled and returned to the stove as Willow got the basket of strawberries from the refrigerator and a knife from the drawer, cutting them on the chopping board that lived on the countertop and then splaying them over her son's pancake.
"One red fire truck," she said with a smile, "Eat up while it's hot."
"And one star," Tara said, placing a plate in front of her wife, "Sorry the spikes are a little blunt."
"Looks yummy," Willow replied, sitting on a stool beside JJ who was wolfing down his breakfast, "Thank you, baby."
JJ paused from where his fork was halfway to his mouth and looked at his redheaded mother curiously.
"Why do you call Mommy 'baby'? She's not a baby. She's a Mommy."
Willow laughed as she chewed on her pancake.
"Well she's your Mommy but she's my baby."
"But she's not," JJ protested with a confused frown, "She's a grown-up. Babies are all small and cry a lot and need their diaper changed."
"Ah," Willow replied, before leaning towards her son conspiringly, "You wanna know why I call her baby?"
JJ nodded, his eyes wide as he prepared to be let in on the secret. Willow just grinned and spoke in a stage-whisper for effect.
"It's 'cause she likes to be cuddled."
Tara laughed loudly as she sat down opposite the other two with her own plate and Willow just winked at her. JJ contemplated the answer for a moment before deciding he accepted it and quickly finished his food.
"Can I see Alex today?" he asked, stepping off the stool with his plate and bringing it over to the sink, "You said you'd call Aunty Anya and ask!"
"I know, and I will," Willow replied with a playful roll of her eyes, "Let me finish my breakfast first."
"Well, finish fast," JJ replied, his tone not hiding his disdain.
"Hey!" Willow said, turning and looking her son in the eye, "What did I say about being cheeky? Keep it up and you won't see Alex for a very long time."
JJ scuffed his foot against the floor.
"You're so annoying!" he yelled before running out of the kitchen and up the stairs.
Willow's nostrils flared and she jumped off the stool.
"Jacob James Rosenberg-Maclay, you get back down here right now! Right now!" she yelled at him and was about to run after him when she felt a hand entwine with her own and pull her back.
"Willow, please don't yell at him," Tara said quietly, having moved off her seat.
"Tara, he can't talk to us like that!" Willow replied, the anger evident in her eyes and voice.
"I know," Tara gently soothed, moving her hands to her wife's shoulders, "And he's in trouble. But please don't yell at him. I don't...I don't ever want him to be scared of us."
Willow's whole demeanour instantly softened when she heard her wife's words and she nodded quietly.
"Yea. No, you're right. I don't want that either."
"It's just..." Tara started with a small sigh, "I'm not trying to say you're anything like my...I know you'd never hit him, ever, but the shouting can be just as scary and I just–"
"Shush, baby, I know," Willow replied, her tone the soothing one this time, as she brought her hands up to the blonde's neck and rubbed it gently, "Hey, we agreed when he was little, remember? We're a no-yelling household. I'm sorry. Thanks for stopping me before I actually really yelled at him."
Tara just leant forwards and placed a warm kiss against the redhead's forehead.
"God only help us when he's a teenager."
Willow gave a small laugh and shook her head.
"I've heard of the terrible twos but never the terrible fives. What's gotten into him? Twice in twenty minutes he was rude to us."
"Oh the ever-present frustrations of being a five-year-old," Tara replied dramatically before lowering her voice just a little, "I think it's normal."
Willow sighed and rubbed her temple.
"Yea. Okay. I'll go talk to him. Will you call Anya? He's been looking forward to seeing Alex all week, I don't think it's fair to not let him see him over this," she replied and sighed again as she tried to think of a suitable punishment, "No cars for the weekend?"
Tara nodded in agreement.
"That seems fair."
Willow nodded as well and felt her shoulder being given a quick squeeze before she departed towards the stairs. She looked back for a moment to see Tara picking up the phone and bounded up the stairs and to the end of the hallway to JJ's room.
The door was open and she peeked in to see the little boy sitting on his bed, his knees brought up to his chest and a very evident scowl on his face.
She walked further into the room and walked over to his bed, sitting down and folding her legs underneath herself so she was facing her son.
"We need to talk about what just happened, little man," she said and JJ lowered his legs but wouldn't meet his mother's eye, "Look at me, JJ."
JJ took it as a good sign that he wasn't being called by his full name and hesitantly brought his gaze up to Willow's.
"That wasn't very nice down there, son," Willow said gently, wanting her son to understood why his behaviour wasn't acceptable, "It's not nice to be rude to anybody, it hurts their feelings."
JJ lowered his gaze again.
"Did I hurt your feelings?"
"Yea, you did," Willow replied and felt her heart constrict at the look of anguish that crossed her son's face.
"I didn't mean to," JJ replied quietly and sheepishly, "I just really wanted to see Alex."
Willow sighed and took both of JJ's hands.
"I know. But you have to be patient. Okay? Even if you really wanna see your friend or you really want a pancake but me and Mommy are kissing," she said with a smile and JJ gave a small smile in response.
"I'm sorry, Momma. I won't be cheeky anymore."
"Well that's good," Willow replied before giving a soft sigh, "I'm taking your cars away for the weekend as punishment."
JJ's entire face fell and he looked like he was about to argue before thinking better of it.
"All of them?" he asked, clearly upset, "Even my new green one?"
"All of them," Willow confirmed, though her tone was sad as well – she hated seeing her son upset. But she knew she had to follow through, "You can have them back on Monday. Provided there's no more backchat between now and then."
"There won't be," JJ replied forlornly, the prospect of being without his favourite toys certainly having made him learn his lesson.
Willow was stopped from replying as she saw something out of the corner of her eye and looked over to see Tara leaning against the doorway. She nodded for her to come in and the blonde walked over and sat on the edge of her bed beside her wife.
"How's it going in here?" she asked gently, addressing the question to both of the other two.
"I'm sorry, Mommy," JJ piped up, "I'm sorry I was cheeky and hurt your feelings."
Tara moved her hand forward and cupped her son's cheek.
"Thank you for apologising."
JJ nodded against his mother's hand before looking between the two women awkwardly.
"What is it, baby boy?" Willow asked when she saw the boy wanted to ask something.
JJ gave an embarrassed shrug.
"Can I have a hug?"
Willow pulled her son to her and squeezed him tight.
"Of course you can have a hug."
"We love you more than anything, JJ," Tara added, wrapping her arms around both her wife and her son from the side, "Never forget that."
JJ took comfort in the hug for a few moments before pulling back. Tara took the opportunity to smile at him.
"You wanna see Alex?"
JJ's face lit up.
"Really?"
"Uh huh," Tara nodded, "And everyone else too. We're going to a family barbeque."
"We are?" Willow asked with a smile.
"Anya just invited us, they're having everyone 'round," Tara explained to her wife, "I said we'd love to go."
"Of course we would," Willow replied before looking over at JJ with a curious smile and started to raise her hand, making it visibly shake, "Uh oh...I think something's happening..."
JJ's eyes widened and he tried to jump from the bed, but Willow grabbed him first, starting a tickle attack on him.
"Tickle monster!"
Tara smiled widely as she watched the interaction and JJ squirmed.
"Momma, stop!" he laughed before looking at Tara, "Mommy, make her stop!"
"Mommy can't make me stop," Willow replied with a grin, and Tara's smile faltered.
"Willow, don't..."
Tara tried to reason with her wife but the redhead had that glint in her eye and the older blonde soon found herself on her back beside her son, squealing as Willow's fingers attacked them both.
"Momma, stop, stop!"
"Willow, please!"
"Momma!"
"Willow!"
"MOMMA!"
Willow paused in her actions at her son's unusually loud scream and JJ puffed his cheeks out in relief.
"I really have to pee!" he yelled, holding himself between his legs as he jumped off the bed and ran out of the room.
Willow laughed and watched him scurry out of the room before turning back to Tara.
"He's a good boy."
Tara took some deep breaths as she recovered from the sudden tickling attack and smiled towards the door.
"He's our boy."
Willow smiled as well before moving so she was hovering over her wife and swooped down to capture the blonde's lips. Tara moaned at the unexpected contact and entwined a hand in the smaller girl's hair as the other ran down her back and under the waistband of her jeans.
She rubbed over her wife's panty-covered ass and was about to slip under the thin fabric when she realised what they were doing and removed her hand, pulling Willow's lips away from her.
"Sweetie, we're making out on our son's race-car bed," she said with a small laugh when Willow began to pout.
Willow looked around, suddenly remembering where they were before bouncing up and down slightly with a grin.
"Kinda comfy..."
Tara scoffed playfully.
"Not a chance, red."
Willow looked at her wife disbelievingly, a grin still plastered on her face.
"Who're you calling red, blondie?"
"You telling me you're not a natural redhead?" Tara grinned back, "Don't forget, I've seen you naked."
Willow feigned annoyance.
"Have you been sneaking peeks at me in the shower again?" she asked with an exaggerated sigh, "Jeez, you marry someone and have a child with them and they think that gives them all the right in the world to just look at you naked."
"Yep," Tara replied with a cheeky grin, "I touch you when you're sleeping too."
Willow burst into a fit of giggles and couldn't resist leaning down to kiss her wife's lips again until a quiet voice piped up a minute later.
"Um, Mommy and Momma, if it's okay, could you please stop kissing so that I can see Alex? Please."
Willow pulled away and turned her head to see JJ standing a few feet away from them in the room, his hands clasped in front of him, swinging slightly.
"I think we can," Willow replied with a quick grin down at her wife before jumping up and walking over to her son, "Thank you for asking so nicely. Come on, let's try out those shoelaces!"
Tara heard JJ squeal excitedly from outside the room and pushed herself up on the bed just as Willow's head popped back through the door, a slightly sad look on her face.
"Can you collect his cars?" she asked quietly and got a nod in return, "Thanks."
Willow disappeared again and Tara sighed as she went over to the corner of the room where JJ kept his quite vast collection of toy cars. Neither girl liked punishing the boy and really rarely had to – he was a good boy, but like any other child, had his moments.
And taking his cars was especially hard for Tara since she was the one who had bought pretty much all of them for her son – she'd bought his first to congratulate him on completing his first day of Kindergarten and after seeing how much enjoyment he got from the small toy, had started picking one up whenever she one on display for him.
Still, she was all too aware of the importance of proper discipline and knew that JJ having to go without his favourite toy for the weekend, as well as the talk from Willow, would stop him from repeating his bad behaviour again. Even if it broke her heart to know it would upset her son.
She gathered the cars in her arms and brought them into her own bedroom, letting them fall into the drawer of her nightstand before going back down the stairs, peering into the living room where she saw JJ sitting on the sofa, frowning down at his shoes while Willow knelt in front of him.
"No, little man, you have to loop it before. See?"
JJ reached down and tried again to do what his mother had shown him but scowled when he couldn't get it.
"I can't do it."
"Don't worry, Jakey, you'll get it," Willow replied, putting a hand on her son's knee, "It took me two weeks to be able to learn how to tie my laces."
"Really?" JJ asked with a sniffle.
"Yep," Willow nodded, smiling at the boy, "It just takes practice."
Tara walked further into the room and crouched down beside her wife.
"Maybe I can help," she said with a smile, "When I was learning to tie my laces, my Mom taught me a song to help me remember."
"She did?" JJ asked, looking down at his shoes, "Will you teach me?"
"You bet. Watch me," Tara replied and pulled her son's laces loose, before getting ready to go through the actions of tying them again, "Bunny ears, bunny ears, playing by a tree. Criss-crossed the tree, trying to catch me. Bunny ears, Bunny ears, jumped into the hole, popped out the other side, beautiful and bold."
She pulled the laces tight but JJ still looked confused. Tara took each lace and formed a large loop, holding one loop in each hand.
"These are the 'bunny ears'," she explained before started the song again, "Bunny ears, bunny ears, playing by a tree. Criss-crossed the tree..."
She made an 'X' with the ears and continued.
"Trying to catch me. Bunny ears, bunny ears jumped into the hole," she pushed one of the loops into the hole she had created and pulled it through the other side, "Popped out of the other side, beautiful and bold."
She pulled the laces loose again and held them up for JJ to take.
"Your turn."
JJ took the laces and placed his foot firmly on the floor.
"Bunny ears, bunny ears..." he whispered to himself, "Playing by a tree..."
He fumbled slightly after making the loops before remembering his mother's actions and crossed them, then slipped the bigger loop inside the slightly smaller one.
"Popped out of the other side, beautiful and bold!" he said as he pulled it through and shook his now-tied shoe excitedly, "Look, look!"
"Well done," Tara beamed proudly.
"That's my boy," Willow said, holding up her hand to high-five her son.
"Thank you, Mommy, thank you Momma!" JJ squealed, throwing his arms around both his mother's necks before running off again, "Where's my other shoe? Found it!"
Willow giggled and stood, pulling Tara up with her.
"Lefts and rights, shoe laces. What's he gonna learn next, the theory of relativity?" Willow asked with a laugh, "He's so smart."
"Like his Momma," Tara replied, giving the redhead a quick kiss on the cheek.
Willow blushed and could only smile as Tara led her into the foyer and clapped her hands together.
"Come on. We've got a family barbeque to go to."