Willow jogged into Wolfcreek Elementary School and raced to find her
daughter's class. Finding the door, she paused to catch her breath. The
hacker poked her head into the room and looked around, it had changed since
her last visit, for the room was now covered in new pictures that the eight
students had drawn. The class was sitting cross-legged in front of a young
woman, whom Willow had never seen before, as she read from a thin
paperback. Glancing around, emerald orbs found the back of Tara's head.
She tiptoed into the room, carefully, so as not to draw the children's eyes
away from the 'See Spot Run' book and the woman who was reading and
flashing pictures.
Tara whipped around when she felt her lover's presence. "You're late." The blonde whispered from her seat at one of the undersized desks.
"There was an accident, some people felt the need to look rather than drive. Traffic was hell, sorry Baby." Willow found her perch on the desk beside Tara, to whom she gave an apologetic peck.
Tara's frowning brow disappeared and a smile graced her face. The bustling of the eight kindergarteners jarred the women from their reverie.
Grace clambered onto her Mommy's lap, followed by a swarm of children that also wanted to sit on she and Willow's laps.
The young brunette that had been positioned at the cushy couch in the corner, the one who had been reading, extended a hand to Willow. "I'm Wendy, the new aid, Mrs. Grojean will be here soon, she's running a little late."
"I'm Willow, Grace's mom. You've already met Tara?" Willow shook Wendy's outstretched hand and looked to her lover, who smiled and nodded.
A chunky boy's voice broke over the roar of screaming children, "When's the party startin'?"
Tara smiled kindly and lifted Grace from her lap to put her amongst a group of giggling girls. "Right now Billy," The blonde walked to the front table, where the cake she had baked had been set up, along with plates, forks, napkins, and all they would need to have a birthday party. Taking a dull knife, the sharpest they would allow, she cut the cake in half, and then into quarters, and then into eighths. The children watched in open- mouthed awe, as the feast was prepared; cake pieces put on plates, little scoops of ice cream too.
As soon as every kid had their plates, the party began. There was music coming from a small boom box, games, and dancing. It was a hit! To celebrate their daughter's birthday, Willow and Tara had a rockin' party. Minus the drugs and alcohol!
Tara whipped around when she felt her lover's presence. "You're late." The blonde whispered from her seat at one of the undersized desks.
"There was an accident, some people felt the need to look rather than drive. Traffic was hell, sorry Baby." Willow found her perch on the desk beside Tara, to whom she gave an apologetic peck.
Tara's frowning brow disappeared and a smile graced her face. The bustling of the eight kindergarteners jarred the women from their reverie.
Grace clambered onto her Mommy's lap, followed by a swarm of children that also wanted to sit on she and Willow's laps.
The young brunette that had been positioned at the cushy couch in the corner, the one who had been reading, extended a hand to Willow. "I'm Wendy, the new aid, Mrs. Grojean will be here soon, she's running a little late."
"I'm Willow, Grace's mom. You've already met Tara?" Willow shook Wendy's outstretched hand and looked to her lover, who smiled and nodded.
A chunky boy's voice broke over the roar of screaming children, "When's the party startin'?"
Tara smiled kindly and lifted Grace from her lap to put her amongst a group of giggling girls. "Right now Billy," The blonde walked to the front table, where the cake she had baked had been set up, along with plates, forks, napkins, and all they would need to have a birthday party. Taking a dull knife, the sharpest they would allow, she cut the cake in half, and then into quarters, and then into eighths. The children watched in open- mouthed awe, as the feast was prepared; cake pieces put on plates, little scoops of ice cream too.
As soon as every kid had their plates, the party began. There was music coming from a small boom box, games, and dancing. It was a hit! To celebrate their daughter's birthday, Willow and Tara had a rockin' party. Minus the drugs and alcohol!