Tara is now a week away from eight months. Willow and Tara have almost everything ready for their daughter. They don't have a name picked out for her though.

"What about Jennifer?" Tara asked Willow.

"I don't think so. Giles's…the one that Angel killed." Willow whispered.

"That's a no. I can't find one that I like." Tara whined.

"Don't worry baby. She'll have a name." Willow said, kissing Tara's neck.

"She's kicking again…" Tara grimaced, holding her stomach.

"Can I?" Willow asked, looking into Tara's eyes.

"Of course." Tara smiled.

Willow put her hand up against Tara's stomach. After a minute she scooted over more and put her ear against it. She closed her eyes and fell asleep. Tara didn't move her, she just watched the most important woman in her life bond with the most important little girl in her life. She couldn't be happier.

The next morning Willow woke up still laying on Tara. She kissed Tara's stomach and crawled up beside her and rested her lips on Tara's forehead.

"Mmmm…" Tara moaned.

Her warm eyes fluttered open and warmed Willow's heart.

"Morning baby. I didn't mean to wake you. You looked so comfortable." Willow said.

"I'm rarely comfortable anymore." Tara giggled, rubbing her stomach with her hand. She inched herself up and put her head on Willow's lap. Willow twirled Tara's hair. Tara's eyes were fixed on her stomach. A tear drifted down her face and onto Willow's lap.

"Tara?" Willow asked, moving her hand down to Tara's stomach for comfort. Tara sniffled.

"What if…" Tara said, sitting up. "What if you don't want to stay?"

"Don't think that way, Tara." Willow said, taking Tara's hands in her own.

"I can't go through with this, Will. I'm so scared. What if we screw up? What if I screw up?" Tara's tears made rivers down Tara's soft cheeks.

"Shhhh." Willow quieted her, pulling her onto Willow's chest. She melted into her and started wailing again.

"Oh baby…shhh, it's just hormones baby." Willow comforted.

"No. (sobs) It's not. (sobs) It's real." Tara cried. Willow was used to curing Tara's crying before, but she's gotten better at it since Tara became pregnant.

"Tara, look at me. I wouldn't be here right now if I didn't love you and this baby more than anything."

"But--" Tara started as Willow leaned in and kissed her hard.

"Mmmm." Tara hummed.

"Everything will be fine. Trust me." Willow said, kissing down Tara's neck.

"I need to use the bathroom." Tara giggled, getting out of the bed and heading towards the door, Willow still kissing her.

"I'll walk you there…" Willow giggled.

Willow walked Tara's back into the bathroom door after she shut it with her foot. She pressed Tara hard up against it and kissed her like she'd never kissed her before.

"Willow…" Tara said, moaning.

Tara continued to moan, but then let out a painful yelp that Willow had never heard from her. At that moment, Willow realized what it was. Tara's water broke.

"Willow…" Tara whined in pain.

"Baby, get in bed. I'll get you some warm clothes. Okay?" Willow stammered.

"Willow, I'm scared." Tara cried. Willow kissed her softly and rubbed her stomach. She helped Tara into bed.

"I'm just going downstairs to tell the others. They can help get things ready." Willow spoke gently.

"Please hurry." Tara said, breathing heavily.

Willow ran downstairs as fast as ever and ran into the kitchen where Buffy and Dawn were sitting down to breakfast.

"Tara's water broke! She's in pain." Willow said half in happiness and half in worry.

"Oh my God! This is it?" Buffy asked, getting up.

"What do you want us to do?" Dawn asked, happy and smiling.

"Umm, Buffy can you get warm cloths and Dawn, will you go upstairs and keep Tara calm?"

"Sure." They both said together.

"Thank you guys." Willow said, picking up the phone to call the midwife.

Dawn ran up the stairs and walked into their bedroom. Tara was laying on the bed, definitely in pain. She was barely covered with sheets.

"Tara, you want something?" Dawn asked sweetly.

"Willow? Where is she?" Tara cried out.

"Sh-She's calling the midwife. I think she's having a break down." Dawn giggled.

Tara wrapped her arms around her stomach.

"Dawn…I need her…" Tara cried.

"I'll get her." Dawn said, running down the stairs to the kitchen. "She's not very coherent but I know she's calling for you."

Willow ran up the stairs and into their room. She practically jumped onto the bed.

"Baby?" Tara whined.

"I'm here now. I'm back." Willow assured her.

"Hold me please. Make it stop…Will? Will?…" Tara cried hard.

Willow took Tara into her arms. She was wet and cold. She took another sheet off the bed and wrapped Tara more snug into it. "The midwife said she'll come in a while. When you're farther along."

"I don't want to mess up with this, Will." Tara breathed deep.

"I know. Just relax. Try and sleep."

"I cant. Not unless you're with me."

"I'm right here."

"I need you closer."

Willow leaned her back against the head post of the bed and laid Tara's head snug on her chest. Instantly, Tara's breath was less intense and her tears flowed easier. Tara fell asleep.

Buffy came up with the cloths and a cup of tea. She walked in quietly and stopped at the doorway. Her heart almost melted. As she came further in, Willow's eyes fluttered open.

"Buffy." Willow whispered.

"Yeah?"

"Thanks."

"No problem, Will. How's she doing?"

"Good. She's been asleep for about an hour and a half. She's exhausted."

"She's not the only one, huh?" Buffy laughed.

"I'm beat too. I've never done this before."

"You're doing fine. Yell if you need anything. Either of you."

"Thank you."

Buffy walked out and Willow shut her eyes again. She was awoken by Tara in slight convulsions.

"Tara?"

"Willow, I'm bleeding…something's wrong!" Tara yelled half panicking and half tired as all hell.

"Oh Goddess. Buffy! Buffy!" Willow screamed. Within seconds, Buffy was in the doorway.

"Buffy, she's bleeding, get her midwife on the phone! Please!" Willow cried.

"Oh…oh my God." Buffy said, running downstairs.

"It's probably normal, Sweetie. You'll see." Willow tried for the best.

Tara's midwife came within half an hour. The bleeding had stopped momentarily and the midwife, Beth, checked Tara's cervix.

"Ah, ten centimeters. Tara, your baby is going to come out breech but that shouldn't pose a problem for us." Beth spoke calmly.

"Breech?" Willow asked in shock.

"Ohhhh." Tara moaned as she felt a contraction coming on. Willow gripped Tara's hand tighter.

"It'll be okay soon. Nothing bad will happen to you, I promise." Willow said, tears coming down her face.

"Why are you crying?" Tara asked, crying long before Willow.

"This is it, Tara. Our life begins now. Our daughter will be born at any minute." Willow smiled.

"Are you scared?" Tara cried.

"Yes." Willow replied honestly.

"Okay, Tara, push hard…" Beth said, getting ready to deliver their daughter.

Before they knew it, Tara pushed and out came a swaddling, pink, baby girl. The midwife took her and placed her on Tara's chest, right next to Willow. Immediately the two new mothers began to wipe their baby dry, wrapping her in the satin sheets.

"Oh Goddess…" Willow finally spoke up. "She's amazing, Tara."

Tara laughed. "She's got your eyes."

"And your smile." Willow whispered.

The baby cried, making herself known throughout the house. Downstairs, Buffy, Dawn, Xander, and Anya jumped up and down, hugging each other.

"She's sleeping." Willow said as Tara caressed the baby's hand.

"You should take her down for the others to see." Tara urged.

"You sure?"

"Yeah. I'm too tired to stay awake too. Just, when you come back, will you both lay with me?" Tara asked sweetly.

"Of course. Sweet dreams."

Willow stood up, infant in arms, and carefully headed downstairs. Everyone stood up.

"She's precious, Willow, really." Buffy whispered.

"Definitely." Dawn added.

"Xander…" Willow said, handing the baby over to her best friend.

At first, Xander was hesitant to holding a real baby. Then she fit right in his arms and cooed.

"It's amazing how it all works. She looks just like the two of you. Congratulations Mom." He whispered.

"Thanks. Tara's sleeping. She told me to tell you guys that she loves you all." Willow said.

"How is she?" Buffy questioned.

"Fine. This is so big. I mean, look. A little person to take care of and love." Willow answered.

"What's her name?" Anya spoke up.

"We didn't give her one yet."

Willow brought her back upstairs to her Tara, who was still sleeping. Willow took a seat in the new rocking chair she bought her. They both fell asleep.

"Willow. Baby." Tara said, picking the baby up from Willow's arms. She held her close to her chest and touched her head. "Willow?"

"Tara?" Willow whispered, opening her eyes.

"Hey…it's late. Come to bed." Tara smiled.

"Where's the--" Willow was cut off.

"In her bassinette." Tara's face brightened.

"We don't have a name for her." Willow frowned.

"Well, I have an idea…what do you think about Alphania Rose Rosenberg?" Tara asked.

"…It's beautiful. It fits her too." Willow smiled.

"You sure?" Tara asked.

"Yes."

Baby Allie whimpered.

"Allie Rose." Willow brightened.

"I think she likes it already." Tara gazed. "Now come on you. To bed. I need you to comfort me." Tara said, kissing her amazing girlfriend and the mother of her child.

"Okay." Willow said, getting out of the rocking chair.

"Oh and Willow?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

"And I love you."