Title: This Look of Love

Rating: PG and that is for a curse word or two.

Feedback: Go for it. This is for all of you not me.

Summary: This fic takes place about a year after Willow and Tara graduate. The entire gang is here from S6. Willow and Tara are getting ready for a very big event. MAJOR romance... zero ANGST

Author's Note: Some of the events in this fic actually took place in my own life. Of course some did not. You can use your imagination and decide which are which. Enjoy

Copyright Disclaimer: Joss and Company owns all the characters. But they are alive and happy here. So screw ME. Not me, but you know ME.

Chapter 2 With every breath

Willow gasped and softly touched the center of her chest. Tara got the note Willow whispered in her head. She looked at the clock, and back at the pile of papers spread out on the table. "Right on schedule," Willow said.

"Hey! What ya yammin on about over there?" Xander asked in amusement.

"Me, oh I just got a message from Tara." Willow answered.

"What!" Xander was a bit thrown by her confession. "You aren't supposed to see or talk to her before the wedding. Hey, where is she?" He was spinning around looking for her.

"Gosh Xander," Willow laughed at him. "We didn't talk, I just felt her love. I felt her swell with love and it stole my breath."

"OK, I got the visuals there." Xander covered his eyes even though there was nothing to see. "My mind went to naughty Wicca spell casting places."

Willow looked in mock shock slapping Xander on the shoulder. "Xander Harris, get your dirty mind out of my very wonderful sex life. Anyway she got the letter that I left at the cultural center this morning. I also felt her happiness when she saw the plaque on the wall. She really liked that. Thanks for making that for her."

"Hey, no problem," Xander smirked proudly huffing his breath on his fingers and rubbing them across his chest. "I am the man, and I have the tools."

"Yes, the tool man," Willow mocked again. "Not unlike that guy that was always blowing himself up on that TV show." She laughed loudly.

"Hey, I am so not like that guy," Xander grouched. "I am a much manlier man."

They both laughed and quickly changed the subject. Xander was putting on his tuxedo as Willow sat on the couch.

"So Xander, what do you think of the house?" Willow asked.

"Well for the 100th time, I love it." Xander smiled at her.

"It's just, you know, it's our first house." Willow stumbled with her words," I know that Tara loves it, but I told her it had an accepted offer, it was my offer, but she doesn't know that. And I wanted it to be wonderful, and she was so disappointed, and I know she loves it, but I wanted to get her a really great wedding gift, and I hope she isn't mad that I did it behind her back. I don't want her to be mad at me on our wedding night, cause, you know wedding night and all." She winked. "Is it possible that I made the wrong decision cause, you know it is our first house."

Xander grabbed Willow by the shoulders giving her a quick shake snapping her out of the full on babble. "I am pretty sure that every day this week, when we were working on this house, we discussed this. And every time we came to the same conclusion. This is a wonderful house. Tara picked it out, and she loves it. The only deception, and it is really small, is the accepted offer lie. It did have an accepted offer, yours."

"OK, I know," Willow confessed. "I just, it's just that today is the day, and I want everything to be perfect."

"I know," Xander laughed pulling the twelve page single spaced double sided itinerary from his coat. "And I have the dead trees to prove it. Heck Will could you have spent any more time planning this wedding?"

"Actually I didn't spend a lot really," she grinned. "I developed this wedding planner program, all I had to do was insert events into the planner and it created all these schedules for everyone. I put in all the names and Viola, there you have it: The MaClay-Rosenberg wedding."

"Yes, very impressive," Xander said mocking her glory. "We are very impressed that you scheduled the hell mouth out of us."

Willow giggled at his joke and replied, "You won't be laughing at me anymore Mr. Harris. I should have you know that I sold the idea for that program just last week. I haven't told Tara yet, but it turned out to be very lucrative. My brain made quite a little profit. Your wife is going to help us invest it."

"Really," Xander replied in shock. "You asked Anya for help?"

"Well yes," Willow answered. "When it comes to money, Anya is the one to talk to."

"I can't argue there," Xander snickered.

"So my dear best friend, I do believe it is time for us to leave." Xander lifted her from the couch. He reached into his jacket pocket, pulled out an envelope and handed it to Willow.
"But first I am honor bound to deliver this to you." He moved away grabbing his very thick itinerary, laughing as he forced it into his jacket pocket.

Willow took the letter from his hand. She recognized the writing and smiled at the thought of her beloved. She opened it and drifted in thought as she read it.

My Willow,

I know that every minute of this day has been filled with tasks and missions. I just wanted to remind you that no matter what, I love you with every breath that moves in and out of my body. Time isn't important from this day forward, as long as we are together.
You are my always

Tara


Willow folded the letter and put it back into the envelope as tears fell from her eyes. She placed it on the fireplace mantle right next to her favorite picture of Tara. Willow kissed her hand and gently pressed it to the image of her beloved. "I'll see you very soon, my love," Willow quietly whispered.

"So, lets go get you all hitched," Xander bellowed breaking the silence and the mood.

"Yes," Willow giggled wearing a very large smile. "Is my dress at the center?" She asked knowing very well that she had seen it there that morning.

They walked out of the front door, stepped off the porch, and moved to get into the car. Just then Xander spun around and asked, "Did you grab the rings?"

"Oh goddess," Willow covered her mouth in shock. "I can't believe I almost forgot." She ran back into the house grabbing the box from the table. She bolted out the front door, and jumped from the porch landing onto the ground.

"Hey!" Xander squawked, "Settle down. If you break anything before the ceremony, I'll get blamed for it."

Willow just laughed at him and hopped into the car as they drove off to the cultural center, five minutes ahead of schedule.

"Hey what's the big box in the back seat?" Willow asked.

"Nothing really," Xander tried to cover its purpose, "Just a little project we've got to finish."

"Oh," Willow dropped the subject, "let's get to the center, I can't wait to see Tara."

TBC