Decisions, Decisions…

By

Scoutfan22

Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy. Aw man, I wish I did.

Summary: Sequel to "Yes" and "Big News". Willow and Tara start planning the wedding and look at the lives of those before them…

Feedback: or Notes: Read "Yes" and "Big News" before this one. The two of them are still in college.

"Will, honey, can I ask you a question?"

Willow looked up from her homework. "Yeah Tare?"

Tara stood in the doorway of their dining room. "Um, have you thought about the guest list?"

Willow bit her lip and shook her head. "Who were you thinking of inviting babe?"

Her fiancé came in and sat down at the table. "The Scooby gang of course. But I was thinking about inviting Angel and company."

"Ok. Do you want to… um… contact your family?"

Tara got quiet and Willow felt like slapping herself. Even after all this time Tara was still touchy about her family. Oy, just kill me now. "Uh, we don't have to—"

"No, I-I understand Will. It's ok, r-really."

No it wasn't. When Tara started stuttering, she was upset. "Tara, honey, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything."

Tara sighed, then looked at her hand, and the ring Willow had given her ("So I can give you a part of me like you did with my ring." She had said). The diamond twinkled in the light. "I-I just… I d-don't know. The funny th-thing is, I'd-d like t-to at least c-call B-Beth… I m-mean, s-she wasn't e-exactly the b-best cousin in th-the world, but she w-was all I-I had for a l-long time. D-does that m-make sense?"

Willow smiled. "Tare, baby, it does. And who knows? Maybe she's changed."

Tara sighed again. She looked back at her ring and said quietly, her stutter gone, "I just wish my mom could be here." She smiled wider, "She told me that when I got married, she'd give me my grandmother's engagement ring. She wore it on a chain around her neck, and I'd always play with it when I sat in her lap when I was a little kid."

"My mom has my great-grandmother's ring in her jewelry box. There was a story that went with it too." Willow replied.

"Hey! Mine too!" the blonde exclaimed. "Tell me, please?"

"Well, when my great-grandfather came here from the old country, he moved in with my great-grandmother's family until he could find a place of his own. After a year, he fell in love with my great-grandmother and asked her to marry him. She said yes, so they went to her mother to ask her permission, but she said, 'Not until you buy a ring. Only then.' So he worked and worked until he'd saved enough money, then he bought her the best ring he could find. It was a gold band with an emerald set into it. When her mother saw the ring, she said, 'well, that's nothing. My ring cost so and so.' She asked how much it was and he told her it was 200 dollars. She promptly turned to my great-grandmother and said, 'Not many would lie about the price of a ring.' For as long as she lived, she thought he had bought her daughter a ring that had cost less than 200 dollars."

Tara grinned, "Mine's not as complicated. My grandfather bought my grandmother a pink coral rose ring for her engagement ring, but she wanted a diamond. So he gave it to her sister who was a jeweler. She gave it to my mom on her wedding day. Speaking of roses, could we have those as our flowers?"

"Of course, but could we have baby's breath too?"

Both stories are true. They happened to my great-grandmother and my grandmother. Stay tuned for more wedding developments!

4/30/2005 2:23 PM