Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy, but I do own Sophie, baby Lily, and Echo the puppy :)

AN: Just a bit of fluff about Willow and Tara on their honeymoon :)


It was early morning on the day after Willow and Tara's wedding, and the newly married couple lay together in bed, kissing lazily.

"I love you, Mrs Rosenberg" Willow whispered between kisses.

"I love you too, Mrs Rosenberg" Tara whispered back, giggling. They continued to kiss, until somebody knocked at the door.

"Oh, come on!" said Willow, annoyed. "Who disturbs people this early on the first day of their honeymoon?"

"Well, you were the one who said you wanted room service to bring breakfast" said Tara, climbing out of bed and slipping on a robe in order to answer the door.

"Oh yeah, that" Willow blushed, embarassed. Tara chuckled, leaning in to give her new wife a quick kiss on the cheek.

"I'll be right back."

"You better be" Willow grinned, staring after Tara as she left. Her gaze soon moved to the small gold Wedding band in it's new position on her ring finger. She could hardly believe it. Not too long ago, she had thought that she'd never see Tara again. Now they were together, married, and the parents of an amazing little girl. Yes, life was just about perfect, and Willow wouldn't change one bit of it. Well, eventually she did want to work on giving Sophie that baby sister they'd all seen in their dreams, but that could wait, at least for a little while. She sighed happily, then her cellphone rang, and she rolled over, reaching to the bedside table to retrieve it. "Hello?"

"Hi, Mommy Willow!"

"Oh, hi sweetie!" Willow greeted, feeling her face light up at the sound of her daughter's voice. "How are you?"

"Good, but I miss you and Mama Tara" said Sophie. "Auntie Buffy said I should wait 'til later to call, but.."

"No, it's okay" said Willow. "We miss you too, and we told you that you can call us anytime, remember?" Tara returned carrying a tray of food, smiling when Willow put the phone on speaker to show her who was on the other end of the line.

"I know. Auntie Faith 'membered too, so she gived me the phone" There was a pause, accompanied by the murmur of another voice, before Sophie spoke again. "She wants to know if you're having fun."

"Oh yes, we're definitely having fun" said Willow, flashing a cheeky grin at Tara as she sat back on the bed beside her. Another pause, and more murmurs.

"She wants to know how much fun." A snort of laughter that had obviously come from Faith was heard, followed by Buffy angrily admonishing her, indicating that the meaning behind the Dark Slayer's question was anything but innocent. There was another pause of a few seconds, followed by sudden squealing and giggling. "Um.. Now Auntie Buffy and Auntie Faith are having a tickle war." Willow let out a giggle herself, although this situation was not entirely funny. Buffy and Faith's past tickle wars had almost always ended with some object or other being broken. Tara's slightly more serious look reminded Willow of this.

"You better go try and stop them, Sweetie" she said into the phone. "Call back later so Mama Tara can talk to you, okay?"

"Okay" said Sophie. "Bye-bye, Mommy Willow."

"Bye, Sophie. I love you." With that, Willow, hung up. She turned to talk to Tara, only to have a forkful of syrupy pancake shoved into her mouth. Willow half-heartedly glared as her new wife laughed at her, but Tara's laugh was contagious to Willow, even when she was the one being laughed at. Willow picked up a fork of her own, and the newlyweds began to feed each other. When they had finished, Willow leaned over to kiss away a drop of syrup that had run down Tara's chin.

"So" Tara smirked, "What exactly are we planning to do today?"

"Well," said Willow seductively, kissing Tara again and then moving to suck on her earlobe, quickly robbing her of coherent thought, "We can't really go anywhere until Sophie calls back.." she began a trail of kisses down Tara's neck. "She can't call back until she's stopped Buffy and Faith's tickle war, and that might take a while.." Willow reached Tara's shoulder, "So I suggest.." she slipped Tara's robe off, pushing her back onto the bed. "We participate in, uh, 'regular honeymoon activities' until then, what do you say?"

"Y-yeah" said Tara as Willow sucked at her pulse point, her returning stutter having nothing to do with shyness. "Th-that sounds good."