So here's chapter 8 - The Family
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 8 - The Family
The second day in the new house started just as the first. Tara was so overwhelmed by the gift that Willow had given she couldn't help but wander to the porch swing to bask in the pleasure of it all. This morning Willow just slept on the swing in Tara's arms. They were alone and together and it felt like paradise. After a short time Willow began to stir and Tara wrapped her arms around the red head and pulled her in tightly.
"Good morning again," Tara smiled. "Are you ready to start the day?"
"Oh like this, yes," Willow answered. "Do you know what time it is?"
"Not really," Tara replied attempting to guess, "I think it might be close to 8:00."
"Is that all," she turned to look at Tara, "Good, so then we have snuggle time before we make any decisions."
"Decisions?" Tara questioned, "What kind of decisions do we need to make?"
"Well," Willow hesitated, "I kind of told Giles and Xander we'd get together so we could do the gift opening and chat. Giles was going to have the disposable cameras developed at a one-hour place, and I don't want all those gifts in Buffy's hands for to long. Plus I got a little present for all them."
"Oh you got them presents?" Tara smiled. "Hope you haven't been out buying houses for everyone," she laughed.
"Oh no," Willow smiled. "Only one house and that one's for my only one. I just decided to give them all a little something that would remind them of our special day. That's all."
"Oh really," Tara responded, "And what exactly have you done now Mrs. Maclay-Rosenberg?" Willow was clearly excited by the use of her new last name asking to hear it over and over. Tara obliged inserting gentle kisses into the conversation. "Are you trying to distract me from our conversation?"
"I believe you started it Mrs. Maclay-Rosenberg,"
"Oh no you don't," Tara laughed, "I'm not that easily distracted."
"Since when? Is that a challenge? Because that sounded like a challenge."
"No," Tara smiled at her, "not a challenge. I just want to be prepared for retaliation because I get the impression that there is a bit of retribution in the Scooby gift giving."
"Well," Willow hesitated, "you know me so well. There is a bit of payback involved, but nothing terrible. I promise that it won't sully your good name." She smiled broadly and kissed her wife getting off the swing leaving Tara leisurely gliding back and forth. "I promise you'll get a good laugh from it all." She assured Tara as she sat perched on the porch railing across from her. "Plus there is a small announcement attached to it as well."
Tara was very intrigued by Willow's last statement and asked, "An announcement? What kind of announcement?" she added playfully, giving a sexy taunting grin. "You're not pregnant are you?"
"Me," Willow was shocked and slightly confused, "not me." She waved her hand in front of her. "I am pretty sure for us to do that it wouldn't be a surprise for either one of us. Anyway I thought we agreed that you would carry our children." Willow was beginning to tense up a bit suddenly feeling the tables turn on her.
"We did Will," Tara noticed the panic in her lover's eyes and stopped swinging. She stood up and walked to Willow. "And I will carry our children. When we're ready, we'll do it." There was a short pause as she pondered her next question. "Are you saying you are ready?"
"For children with you?" Willow sparkled when she answered. "Oh yes. I would love to have a little Tara running around the house, maybe two or three. Just say the word and we'll do the spell."
Tara leaned in to kiss Willow and whispered, "The word."
Willow's eyes grew large at the response. She pulled back to look into Tara's eyes overwhelmed by the moment. She slid from the railing and ran around the porch while, Tara followed close behind. Willow leapt from the stairs and ran to Giles' car. She triggered the trunk latch and pulled out a brown leather satchel. Tara immediately recognized the bag and smiled. Willow sprinted up the steps, grabbed her lover's hand and pulled her into the house.
"Where?" Willow asked turning to look at Tara. Tara tried to respond but found her mouth smothered with excited kisses. Willow paused to ask, "Which room in our house would you like to conceive our first child?" The moment had swept Willow up completely. "I'm thinking bedroom." She answered her own question half out of her mind with anticipation.
Tara moved in closely to Willow, "Yes, the bedroom would be perfect." She tenderly pressed a hand to her wife's cheek, "Breathe, Willow."
Willow took in a slow breath grabbed her wife tenderly and with all the passion and energy in her body swept Tara up the stairs.
Hours later the two women held each other closely bodies glistening from the sunlight that spread across the room. Willow was overwhelmed by the events of the last three days and began to quietly weep. Her tears fell and slowly trailed along the chest of her lover. Tara felt the cold dampness and turned her face to her wife.
"Are you alright?" she asked. "Willow tell me what you feel right at this moment."
"I don't know if I can explain it, I am so alive. Everything I think about is making my heart beat so fast. I can't catch my breath, but I'm more content then I have ever been in my life. What we just did here in this place is huge. It's going to change everything. I want it to change, but I also want it all to stay the same. I feel safe and I feel vulnerable. I feel like I could destroy any demon anywhere, but now I'm afraid that I will have to." Willow turned to look into Tara's eyes. "Do you get any of this at all?"
"Oh, yes Will. I do," Tara said kissing Willow's forehead. "Loud and clear."
"Would you mind explaining it to me then? Because I think I just scared myself." Willow buried herself into the warmth that only Tara could provide. If it were possible, she would have climbed inside the body of this woman knowing that it was filled to overflowing with the peace and stillness she was hungry for.
"It'll all work out," Tara answered lovingly. "We'll be okay. Our family will be okay."
"Family," Willow said slowly, "I really love the sound of that."
"Me too," Tara agreed.
The tenderness of the moment came screeching to a halt at the sound of a ringing telephone. After about six or seven rings Willow decided she should answer it.
Getting up from the bed she mumbled," Xander, it has to be Xander."
"What sweetie?"
"Nothing," Willow responded, "It's just that, only Giles and Xander know the number here. I swore them to secrecy."
"Oh, okay," Tara smiled.
"Hello," Willow answered the phone. "Buffy?" She was a bit thrown by the voice on the phone. "Hi Buffy. How did you get this number?"
"Xander called for me," Buffy answered. "I told him I was going to unload the presents and open them. Dawn just fried the toaster and I'm pretty sure that there is one out in that pile of loot."
"You better not," Willow said firmly, "So did Xander tell you where we are?"
"Well not exactly," Buffy hesitated. "He just said he was going to get you to stop me. After he dialed the phone I ripped it out of his hand. I think it's very funny that Xander knows where you two are and I can't get him to tell me. What did you do? Did you put a spell on him or something?"
"Something like that. Let me talk to him."
"Oh, ok he's right here." Buffy handed the phone to Xander.
"Will," Xander's voice cracked when he spoke, "How the heck are you?"
"Wonderful," She paused, "Up until about a minute ago. Xander, you promised. I had a whole mood thing going here with Tara and you guys just killed it."
"Sorry Will," He apologized, "It's just that Buffy is seriously wanting to horn in on the gifts and loot here. I just figured you could threaten her a bit and I'd be all good. She has no idea where you are so she can't come over there and invade your mood thing"
"Fine," Willow answered coarsely. "All of you can come over at one o'clock but you better bring food. And they had better make it all our favorites because you have spoiled the atmosphere here."
"Okay," Xander agreed. "Good then we'll see you two in a couple of hours. Bye, Will."
"Okay," Willow answered, "bye."
She hung up the phone and turned to look at Tara. The blonde didn't look very happy about the half of the conversation that she had just witnessed.
"You realize its 11:15?" Tara asked, "That gives us less than two hours."
"I know," Willow was a bit upset with herself.
"Willow," Tara giggled back, "how can we possibly fill all of that time?"
Surprised by this response Willow answered, "Hmm, I'm not sure. What exactly did you have in mind?"
"I'm completely certain that you know."
"Well it is our honeymoon," Willow walked over to the bed. "I can only think of one thing you are supposed to do on your honeymoon."
"Does that require getting out of bed," the blonde raised an eyebrow smiling.
"Only if you need a change of scenery," the red head snaked up the body of her lover.
"I'm completely happy with the scenery that's in front of me." Tara leaned forward to kiss her.
"Great," Willow whispered.
"Will," Tara asked sliding her hand down the redheads back, "You asked them to bring food?"
"I figured I would guilt them into filling the fridge for us," Willow laughed. "I know I'm kind of evil."
"Oh," Tara moaned, "Evil's good."
All ability to speak quickly vanished as the two women managed to fill every minute of their precious time.
TBC
