Chapter 3
4 Days Before

Willow appeared in a bed. Her bed, actually. Did it work? She worried, but a familiar voice comforted her.

Tara: Are you okay, baby?

Willow: Tara!

Tara: Um, yeah. That's me. So is break time over yet?

Willow: Well, let's talk a little more.

Tara: About what?

Willow: Tara, there's something you should know.

Tara: Oh, God, Willow...please don't tell me there's somebody else...I-I mean, I know we fought, b-b-but...

Willow: No! I'd never do that to you! You know that!

Willow kisses her tenderly and passionately, assuring her everything (well almost) is okay.

Willow: But honestly, there is something you should know.

Tara: Okay, I'm listening.

Willow: You...you're gonna...I don't know how to tell you this...Warren's gonna...

Tara: Willow, spit it out

Willow: Never mind, it's not important.

She knew it was, however. She figured it would be better without Tara knowing. She hoped, anyways. She was going to make this the best day ever for Tara, and she wasn't gonna let her die the next day.

Willow: What time is it?

Tara: *picks up wrist watch off of bedstand* Almost 10 o'clock.

Willow: Tara, I'm gonna make this the best day ever for you.

Tara: What's the occaision?

Willow: Well, does there have to be an occaision?

Tara: *pushes a piece of hair out of Willow's face* I guess not.

Willow: So, what do ya wanna do first?

Tara: Well, I don't wanna get up quite yet. Let's stay in bed for another half an hour.

Willow: As you wish, Your Highness.

Tara: "Your Highness". I like the sound of that.

Willow: Your Highness, may I request something of you?

Tara: Certainly.

Willow: Kiss me...


To Be Continued...

Note: Sorry, no lemony stuff! :(