After Buffy's party, Tara realized that Willow was really getting better, not using magic anymore. Then Xander and Anya's wedding came and went with a bang. Tara felt bad for them but at the same time her and Willow had some close connections there.

Tara and Willow hadn't talked since the wedding and things were anything but relaxing there so Tara thought she would come by the house and see Willow in person. When she opened the door, she yelled out for Willow but no one seemed to be home. Tara went down to the basement but on her way down the stairs Buffy pulled her leg causing her to trip down the rest of the flight.

"Tara, no!" Willow yelled, but Tara was already falling.

Willow ran over to her, now laying on the basement floor.

"Willow…" Tara moaned.

"Xander, hold down the fort! I'm getting her to a hospital." Willow yelled to Xander across the room. Xander nodded. Everyone pretty much knew about Tara's pregnancy already. Anya was a bit jealous.

In the emergency room Willow had Tara's arm wrapped around her neck and held her by her waist.

"Help, please, someone help." Willow urged the nurses.

"We'll take you right here!" A doctor yelled. He had a bed ready.

Willow eased Tara onto it and brushed her hair out of her face.

"What happened?" the doctor asked Willow.

"She fell down the stairs. She pregnant, please help her." Willow pleaded on the verge of tears.

"How far along is she?" the doctor asked.

"Ummm…I-" Willow tried to remember.

"Twelve weeks today." Tara managed to get out. Willow hated seeing her in pain.

"So, close to four months. I'll run some tests but I think everything should check out just fine. I'll go get a fetal monitor okay?" The doctor said smiling and relieved.

"Thank you so much." Willow said meaningfully.

"Oh, I forgot to mention…did you want to know the sex of the baby?" he asked.

"That's up to Tara." Willow said, looking into Tara's eyes. Tara nodded.

"Yes. That would be nice." Willow said gleefully. She had butterflies in her stomach. She turned her attention back to Tara.

"How do you feel?" She asked, concerned.

"…Uncomfortable. My back is burning." Tara whispered, still in pain.

"…And the baby?" Willow asked, caressing the back of Tara's cold hand.

"She's okay." Tara smiled.

"She?" Willow lifted her eyebrows.

"It's just a feeling." Tara momentarily shut her eyes to cure the headache that was forming.

"Okay, this will be a bit cold." the nurse said as she squirted the gel onto Tara's rounded stomach.

Willow held Tara's hand tight.

"Hmmmm. Everything looks pretty good in here. No damage done. And…you have a perfectly healthy baby girl." the nurse beamed.

"Girl." Tara and Willow whispered in unison.

Willow was coming out of her Literature class when someone tapped her on the shoulder. She turned to see Willow, who always took her breath away.

"Hey!" Tara said, excited to see Willow.

"Look at you. All coming-out-of-class and everything." Willow stammered.

"I do that sometimes. Usually the end part of the class." Tara giggled.

"Right." Willow said.

"How's your…you know, after the whole basement deal?" Tara whispered.

"It's between a hitch and a kink, with a side of twinge. It's okay." Willow smiled. "I'm glad she didn't hurt the baby."

Tara blushed.

"We should get coffee some time…" Willow ventured. "Maybe some day this week after class?"

"I'm free tomorrow." Tara said, smiling.