The next day, Tara took a class off to go see Buffy at work. Maybe she would know what to do.

"Buffy." Tara said sadly, in the Double Meat Palace break room. She crossed her legs up onto the chair and held onto the cup of iced tea Buffy had given her.

"What is it, Tara?" Buffy asked, concerned.

"It's magic. Somehow, it…happened…" Tara rambled, Buffy not understanding what she was talking about.

"What's magic? Tara, what are you talking about?" Buffy asked, confused.

"Somehow…"

"What?"

"…I'm pregnant." Tara said, then falling silent.

"…oh…wow." Buffy couldn't find words to express her surprise.

"Yeah, exactly."

"Tara, not to sound like, rude or anything, but--" Buffy edged.

"It's Willow's." Tara smiled and frowned at the same time.

"How do you…?"

"Magic." Tara whispered.

"Oh." Buffy was still stunned.

"Are you freaked?" Tara asked, nervous.

"No. NO, of course not. I'm happy for you. Really." Buffy gave a true smile, which for a moment, made Tara happy.

"I'm not sure if I am yet. It's just so much."

"Have you tried talking to Willow about it?" Buffy asked feelingly.

"I can't." Tara whispered, tears starting to slowly make way down her face.

"That-that's okay. You don't have to do it now." Buffy said, trying to lighten Tara's feelings.

"I wish I could, Buffy. I just don't know how to tell her. I don't know what the future entails after I do." Tara cried. She dropped her head into her hands, her shoulders shaking with waves of tears pouring out of her.

Buffy quickly got out of her chair and walked over to Tara. She put her hand on Tara's hair, weaving her fingers through each delicate locke.

It's been two and a half weeks since Tara told Buffy about her secret. She's been pregnant for about eight weeks. Buffy's birthday party is tonight, and Tara knows that she needs to go for Buffy. Her and Buffy had grown very close lately, with her pregnancy and Buffy's feelings with Spike.

"Hey!" Buffy said, hugging Tara gently as she came into the house for the party.

"How are you doing?" Tara asked genuinely.

"Good, you know. How about you?" Buffy asked without causing suspicion to the others.

"Fine. I think." Tara smiled.

"Good for you." Buffy smiled back.

"I really need to talk to Willow though." Tara grimaced.

"You okay? Maybe you shouldn't tell her yet." Buffy worried.

"No I'm fine. Just morning sickness…still. I need to do this. It's now or never."

"Okay."

Tara traced the banner of the stairs with her fingertips as she went up them. When she got to Willow's bedroom door she lifted her hand up to knock but found herself frozen with nervousness. Just then, Willow opened it, walking into Tara as she came out.

"Oh sorr-Tara?" Willow said, hit with a flood of emotions.

"We need to talk about something." Tara's voice whispered.

"Oh okay. Come in." Willow said, holding the door open for Tara to walk in.

Tara went to take a seat on the bed but instead sat on the chair next to the nightstand. Willow sat on the bed.

"What is it?" Willow asked nervous.

"Willow, do you have any idea to why I am here?" Tara asked, also nervous.

"…For Buffy's party." Willow asked in the form of a statement.

"I meant why I am talking to you right now…" Tara corrected.

"No idea. But…I did want to talk to you too. I wanted to tell you that I am sorry and I quit magic. I'm done with it." Willow said proudly.

"We have something bigger to worry about Willow." Tara frowned. This sight made Willow's stomach turn with fright.

"T-Tara, what's wrong?" Willow whined.

"Willow, somehow…I'm pregnant. I don't know how it's possible but it's your baby too." Tara stopped talking for a moment to watch for Willow's reaction. A tear formed in the corner of Willow's eye. Tara wanted so badly just to get up and kiss it, kiss her even. But she knew that would mean they were together again and Tara had to be sure what Willow had told her was true.

"Tara…" Willow whispered.

"I know that I can't get rid of it. Not can't, won't…I'm hoping it will…urge you to get better." Tara said, starting to tear up herself.

"Tara…" Willow cried, in happiness Tara was sure.

"Willow…you know this can't change anything right now. Not yet…but…" Tara trailed.

"But?" Willow asked.

"Can I just hug you? Just once?" Tara asked sweetly, tears rolling down her cheeks.

Willow leaned toward Tara and gathered her into her arms, letting Tara's head fall into the dip in her shoulder. She could smell Tara's hair, her clothes, just her in general. Goddess, it felt so good. Willow wanted to kiss her lips and take away her tears, but she just held her as she cried. It's what Tara wanted.