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TITLE: Family Confidential
AUTHOR: Laragh
CHAPTER RATING: PG-13
DISCLAIMER: Willow, Tara and any other characters from the Buffy the Vampire Slayer franchise belong to Joss Whedon, FOX, ME and a whole host of other entities, none of which are me.
SUMMARY: The promised sequel to
Hacker Confidential. How are Willow, Tara, JJ and all their family getting on 4 years into the future?
SPOILERS: Perhaps minor references to the show or stealage of dialogue, but mostly just spoilers for all of
Hacker Confidential. If you haven’t read that...well, you really will have no idea what’s going on lol.
FEEDBACK: Yes please
AUTHOR’S NOTE: Sorry it’s late, I was having board issues!!
Chapter 13 ********
Willow pressed her feet firmly into the ground to stop the urge to jump up and pace. She held the pillow she had picked up from the floor firmly against her chest, wondering how on earth it could only have been 5 minutes since Tara had gone into the theatre room, when she could have easily guessed it was 5 hours.
“Here you go, dear.”
Willow looked up to see Blanche, the receptionist, standing over her, holding out a glass of water.
“Thank you,” she said, accepting the glass and taking a small sip.
“You looked like you needed it,” Blanche replied before gesturing at the empty seat beside the redhead, “Can I...?”
Willow looked surprised but nodded.
“Sure.”
Blanche sat down and there was a lull of silence for a few moments before she spoke up again.
“You don’t need to be worried. My daughter went through two rounds of IVF in this place, you know.”
Willow’s turned her head to the older woman.
“Really? Did it work?”
Blanche stood up then and went over to the nurses’ desk, picking up her purse before returning with her wallet a moment later. She opened it and revealed a picture of two blonde girls, one of about 6 and the other around 3.
“They’re adorable,” Willow smiled at happy faces in the photo before placing the pillow back on the floor, along with her glass of water, then reaching into her pocket to retrieve her own wallet, showing Blanche one of the pictures inside, “That’s our son. JJ.”
“He looks like a fine young man,” Blanche said complimentarily, “And very like your...”
She gestured towards the theatre room.
“Oh, my wife,” Willow clarified, “Tara.”
“Wife,” Blanche replied, before adding with a blush, “Sorry. People are so politically correct these days and take such offense if you accidentally call them by the wrong term. I’m never sure exactly what to say. I’ve never had an issue with people finding love with whomever they want, I wouldn’t want people to think I did because I’m a bit of an old fogey who doesn’t quite keep up with what’s okay or not okay to say these days.”
“Its’ okay,” Willow responded with an easy smile, “I don’t mind if people say we’re partners or something, but I do love calling her my wife. ‘Cause, you know, she is. We got married 5 years ago. Well, 6 in a couple of weeks.”
Blanche gave a happy smile.
“6 years? You must have had your son pretty quickly after you got married. He looks 5 or 6.”
“He’s 5,” Willow replied fondly, “We adopted him about 6 months after we got married.”
“Well, he’s a lucky boy,” Blanche responded warmly, “And does he know he’s getting a brother or sister soon?”
“Oh, no,” Willow shook her head, “Nobody does. We want to wait until we know I’m definitely pregnant and safe and everything.”
“Oh, you’re going to carry the baby,” Blanche replied, her tone cheery, “I always thought that was a marvellous idea for...um...”
Willow saw the older woman was getting concerned about her speech pattern again and laughed.
“You can say lesbian.”
Blanche blushed again but continued.
“For lesbian couples. I’m of the opinion that no matter how a child is brought into the world, it’s the caring after, that matters, that makes people parents, but I do understand why a biological link can be important for some too.”
Willow nodded along as the older woman spoke.
“Well, biology isn’t really a factor for us,” she said after thinking for a moment, “I mean, JJ is our son, completely and fully, and he has been since the day he was born, even if it took a few months for everything to be official. We just decided to do things this way because I really, really wanted to experience being pregnant and...well, not that if we used my eggs it would be any less her child, just like using hers doesn’t make him or her any less mine, but knowing that it’s her baby inside me...going to be inside me...I dunno, it just seems right for us.”
Blanche put a warm hand on the redhead’s shoulder.
“You don’t need to explain to me. I think it’s wonderful that you’re bringing a child into the world with two loving parents. That’s why I got a job at this clinic. I was a teacher all my life until I retired, and after a year of doing nothing and slowly going insane, I thought what better way to occupy my time than being involved somehow in the very place that brought my wonderful granddaughters to me. I know even just a friendly face at reception can be very important with all the stress this process can bring.”
Willow nodded in wholehearted agreement.
“Everyone here is so nice and friendly. We definitely would be struggling a whole lot more if we didn’t have the support of the clinic.”
Blanche opened her mouth again to speak but was stopped when the double doors of the theatre room flung open and revealed Maya pushing the wheeled bed out. Willow looked down at her watch in shock that the past 20 minutes had gone by so quickly when the first 5 had dragged for so long. She turned to Blanche.
“Thank you so much for talking with me. It really helped. I’m just gonna...”
Blanche waved a hand towards the bed.
“Go. I’m sure I’ll see you when you girls are in again.”
Willow smiled at the older woman before she grabbed the pillow and backpack from the floor and rushed over to the bed, stroking her unconscious wife’s hair.
“What happened? Is she okay? Did it go okay?”
“Things went ideally, Willow,” Dr. Wells’ voice appeared as she walked from the room, writing something in a chart, “I was able to retrieve 11 eggs, all of which are being sent down to our lab to start the fertilization process so we can make your embryos. I’m afraid I have to rush off, I’m late for a consultation, but I’ll be back to examine Tara before you leave.”
“Thank you, doctor,” Willow called as Dr. Wells put the chart on the end of the bed, smiled and quickly rushed through a door from the nurses' station.
“I’m just going to take her to the recovery room,” Maya said, pushing forwards the bed slightly, “But you can of course come.”
Willow smiled at the nurse gratefully as she pushed the bed down the hallway, taking a quick turn before pushing through another set of double doors into a white room that was separated into sections by curtains, though all were pulled back as no one else was in the room.
Maya secured Tara’s bed on one side of the room and brought a chair over for Willow to sit on.
“Like I said earlier, it can be an hour or two before she wakes up. Would you like some magazines from the waiting room?”
“No, it’s okay,” Willow replied, sitting on the chair and lifting the blanket just a little so she could take her wife’s hand, “I’ll just watch her.”
Maya smiled and picked up the chart on the end of the bed, writing down what time it was for their notes.
“Okay. Well we’ll be getting our afternoon influx of surgical patients in a little while, so I need to go prepare for those, but as soon as Tara wakes up, could you press that nurse call button above her bed there? It’s motion censored.”
She pointed at a metal square attached to the wall above the bed, with a circular indent in the middle that if you placed your finger over, would trigger the call in the nurses’ station.
“Sure,” Willow replied, her eyes not leaving Tara’s face.
She heard the doors close again a moment later as the nurse left and brought the hand that wasn’t holding Tara’s up to her wife’s forehead, wiping some of her hair from her brow before shuffling her seat forwards and placing a warm kiss against Tara’s temple.
“Love you, baby,” she whispered into the room, “I'm here whenever you wake up.”
She didn’t keep track of how long she spent just watching her slumbering love sleep, looking on at every line and crease on her wife's face that she had memorised so well over the years, occasionally bringing a hand up to reverently touch her, but mostly just taking the silence as an opportunity for some unabashed Tara-gazing.
After a while though, Tara’s eyes started to flutter open, looking around in confusion and lethargy. She tried to sit up a moment later but stumbled in uncertainty.
“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” Willow comforted, guiding her wife back down into a lying position, “It’s okay, baby, I’m here. Nothing’s wrong. We’re in the clinic, remember?”
Tara closed her eyes as she tried to register exactly what had happened and Willow set off the nurse call button as requested as she continued to whisper comforting words in her wife’s ear.
“You're okay, honey. I'm here.”
Maya appeared through the doors a moment later carrying a small circular tray and walked over to the bed.
“Hey, Tara,” she greeted, putting the tray on the end of the bed and taking the blonde’s hand and placing her fingers against her wrist to monitor her pulse, “How’re you feeling?”
Tara’s hazy mind began to focus as she opened her eyes and saw Maya in her nurse’s uniform.
“Okay,” Tara replied, before groaning softly, “Kind of cramp-y.”
“Oh, oh!” Willow piped up, grabbing the backpack and unzipping it, “I have a heating pad. She can use one of those, right?”
“Definitely,” Maya smiled before reaching down to where she’d placed the tray, picking up a small plastic container that had two cylindrical, white pills in it, “And you can take these two Tylenol. I have some ginger ale and crackers here for you too, I’m sure you’re starving.”
Tara took the ginger ale from the nurse, taking a sip and swallowing the pills.
“Wha-” she tried to clear her throat as it came out in a squeak, “How did it...”
“You did great, love,” Willow said from the side, her hand still clasping the blonde’s, “They got 11 eggs and they’re making our baby right now.”
Tara looked relieved and Maya handed Willow the crackers to give to Tara whenever she wanted them.
“I’m going to go tell Dr. Wells you’re awake so she can come up to do your post-op exam, but press the nurse call button if you need anything.”
Willow nodded in understanding and Maya left again. The redhead stood up and put the crackers down on her chair, taking the heating pad she had retrieved from the backpack.
“I’m just gonna put this on your tummy now, yea?
“Okay,” Tara nodded, smiling softly, “They’re really making our baby?”
“You bet,” Willow beamed up at her wife as she pulled the blanket on top of Tara back, “I’m gonna pull up your gown, okay?”
“Willow,” Tara replied hazily, “I don’t think we’re allowed-”
“Your heat pad,” Willow explained, unable to hide her grin, “Just to put your heat pad on.”
Tara wasn’t lucid enough to be embarrassed about her confusion, her eyes fluttering closed as she felt plastic settle on her stomach and heat begin to radiate from it, helping the cramping feeling she was experiencing.
Willow pulled her wife’s gown back down and covered her again with the blanket before going back over to her seat, picking up the pack of crackers.
“Here, baby, eat something.”
Tara opened her eyes again, forcing herself to keep them open this time.
“Can I sit up?”
“Um, just a little,” Willow replied, picking up the pillow she’d brought, “I’ll put this behind you.”
She put the pillow behind the blonde’s back so she was elevated slightly while her lower half remained horizontal. Tara took the open packet of crackers offered to her and started to slowly eat them.
“You did so amazing,” Willow spoke up in awe from her seat.
“All I did was sleep,” Tara replied in a less-hazy, joking voice.
Willow inhaled deeply to stop the flood of emotion that was coursing through her, opting to release it by leaning forward and placing the warmest of kisses on the side of her wife’s head, before whispering in her ear.
“I love you so much.”
“Love you too,” Tara replied before holding out the bag in her hand, “Want a cracker?”
Willow placed another kiss against her wife’s hair and laughed.
“Yes. Thank you.”
Willow took one of the offered crackers and popped in her mouth while Tara quietly finished off the rest, her empty stomach gratefully accepting them.
When she finished, Willow took the packaging and brought it over to the trash can in the room. Just as she was returning to her seat, Dr. Wells appeared through the doorway, smiling.
“Hey there, Tara. How’re you feeling?”
“Okay,” Tara replied, “Just a little groggy.”
“That’s normal,” the doctor responded, pulling a wheeled chair over from another area of the room, “I just need to do a quick check to make sure everything’s alright, is that okay?”
Tara nodded and Dr. Wells went about doing her brief examination, satisfied that all was well.
“Alright, things are looking great. I’m going to start you some antibiotics to prevent infection and a steroid to stop any of your reproductive organs becoming enflamed. Also, Willow,” she said, turning her gaze to the redhead, “I’m going to write you up on a progesterone cream, it’ll help prepare your uterus for the embryo transfer. Don’t start using it until we call you tomorrow to confirm that the transfer can go ahead, okay?”
Willow nodded her understanding and took the two separate prescriptions the doctor handed over to her.
Dr. Wells smiled at the redhead, then looked back at Tara.
“Okay, Tara, I’m happy for you to be discharged. Take it easy getting changed, nice and slowly, take as much time as you need. I need you to rest for the remainder of the day, okay? Rest, rest, rest.”
“She will,” Willow spoke up and Tara smiled, “Don’t worry.”
“Excellent,” Dr. Wells continued, “You can continue to take some Tylenol to help with the pain, but if you develop a temperature or any abdominal swelling, fainting, dizziness, very heavy bleeding; call us straight away, or go to the ER out of hours. Also, avoid baths or swimming pools over the weekend and no sex.”
The doctor lowered her voice, despite them being the only people in the room.
“By Sunday evening, it should be fine,” she said with a pointed look, “Come Monday, post-transfer, you’ll have to abstain for the two weeks until we can confirm pregnancy.”
“Oh right,” Willow replied with a small blush, looking away just slightly, “Thanks.”
“Thank you,” Tara echoed. She didn’t feel anywhere near as hazy or groggy as she had when she’d first woken up, but she was looking forward to getting home and just lying down in her own bed, “So we’ll expect a call tomorrow?”
“Before lunch,” Dr. Wells confirmed with a smile, “Maya will call and let you know, and she’ll schedule the transfer if we can go ahead. Do you two have any questions? At all, about today or the next steps?”
Willow looked at Tara who shook her head no, indicating she had no questions, and she looked back at the doctor.
“Will I need to bring anything on Monday?”
“Just yourself,” Dr. Wells smiled, “Your relaxed self. You won’t need anaesthesia or anything. You can be there the whole time, Tara.”
Willow beamed at that, as did Tara.
“Great. Okay. Thanks, Dr. Wells. See you Monday. Hopefully.”
“Positive thinking,” Dr. Wells replied in a warm tone, “I’m almost certain I’ll see you Monday.”
The couple shared a delighted a smile and Dr. Wells departed again.
“Let’s get you dressed,” Willow said, glowing with happiness, “And then I’ll take you home.”
She stood and pulled the curtain around their area across in case someone else happened to walk in, then went and unzipped the backpack, taking the fresh clothes she had packed earlier.
“Here, let me help you,” she said as Tara started to sit up, taking her hand and helping her to stand, “Is the heating pad helping?”
“Definitely,” Tara replied as she reached behind herself and pulled the string on her gown open, letting it fall from her body, leaving her naked.
“Wow,” Willow said in a squeak, clearing her throat, “Jeez, give a girl a little warning when you’re just gonna show off the goods like that.”
Tara blushed and took her bra from the pile of clothing Willow was holding out to her, quickly pulling the loose t-shirt over her head as well. She was about to take her panties, but when she tried to bend over, a sharp pain shot through her abdomen.
“Willow, could you help me?” she asked, holding a hand against the heat pad on her stomach.
“Of course,” Willow replied, quickly dropping to her knees, “Take it easy, honey.”
Tara lifted each of her feet as the redhead pulled her panties up her body, then again as Willow helped to settle her sweat pants on.
“Comfy?” Willow asked, straightening up again, “No uncomfortable pressing?”
“I’m comfortable,” Tara answered before gesturing towards the backpack, “You packed pads, right? I should probably go put one on in case.”
Willow leant over the backpack again and reached into the bottom of it, producing a single pad a moment later. Tara took it with a grateful smile before pulling the curtain back again and gingerly walking towards the door that said ‘bathroom’.
Willow smoothed the sheet on the bed while she waited, folding the used gown at the end of the bed and zipping up the backpack again. She slung it over her shoulder and picked up the extra pillow she had brought, looking around the bed to make sure she had everything. Once satisfied, she went and stood closer to the exit door.
The sound of a toilet being flushed was heard a moment later and Tara appeared back in the room.
“You ready, angel?” Willow asked kindly, taking her wife’s hand as she came up beside her.
Tara nodded.
“I’m ready.”
Willow walked them out of the recovery room and led them down the right hallways back to the waiting room, since Tara had been unconscious on the way there. Once they got there, they saw the waiting room was littered with more couples, and there were a few different nurses sitting behind the nurses’ station.
One of them was Maya, who smiled and waved them over when she saw them.
“I just need you to sign these discharge papers and you can leave,” she said, placing a form and a pen on the desk, which Tara picked up and signed, “I’ll be giving you a call tomorrow. Don’t forget to take it easy, Tara.”
“I’ve been told,” Tara replied, grinning over at her wife, “I don’t have much choice with this one.”
“Watch it or I won’t fluff your pillows,” Willow grinned back before looking at Maya, “Thanks for everything.”
“No problem,” Maya replied, holding her hand up in a wave, “Talk to you tomorrow.”
Willow waved back before she started guiding Tara out the door, through the first waiting room and gently helped her down the stairs and out to their car.
“Here,” she said as Tara sat into the passenger seat, rolling the seat back slightly and positioning the pillow behind her wife’s back, “Is that okay?”
Tara settled her back comfortably against the pillow.
“You don’t need to fuss, you know.”
“Except, my beautiful wife,” Willow replied, securing the blonde’s seatbelt in place before placing a quick kiss on her lips, “I want to.”
Tara smiled as Willow shut the car door and walked around to the other side, sitting in the driver’s seat, throwing the bag in the backseat before turning the engine on.
“Music or no music?”
“Is no music okay?” Tara asked in response, “I have a little headache.”
“No problem,” Willow answered as she pulled out of the car space, “You rest your eyes and then you can have a proper nap as soon as we’re home.”
Tara followed her wife’s advice and let her eyes flutter closed. Willow drove slowly the whole way home, trying to avoid any speedbumps or any sudden jerking, stopping at a pharmacy to collect the prescriptions the doctor had given her, leaving a dozing Tara in the passenger seat before continuing the journey home
Tara opened her eyes when she felt the engine being turned off for the second time and felt Willow's hand on her shoulder, shaking her slightly.
“I must've drifted off. It felt like we were only driving for a minute.”
“Which definitely means a nap is in order,” Willow replied with a smile, “But you only had those crackers, think you could manage a sandwich and some tea before your nap? I’ll have your dinner ready later but I don’t want you going hungry.”
“I could eat,” Tara agreed.
They exited the car, Tara carrying the pillow and Willow the bag, both of which were deposited on the floor in the foyer before they both made their way into the kitchen, Tara sitting tenderly on one of the stools as Willow went over to the refrigerator.
“Is turkey and mustard okay?” Willow asked, retrieving the right ingredients, “I made it for JJ’s lunch so we have some leftovers.”
Tara moved to rest her chin on her hand and smiled.
“That sounds great.”
Willow flicked the switch on the electric kettle on, then turned and started preparing Tara’s sandwich, spreading the mustard on the bread and placing the slices of turkey lengthways on top. The water in the kettle boiled and she grabbed a teabag, pouring the hot water in on top of it before placing the plate and mug in front of her wife.
“Turkey with mustard and tea with a squirt of honey,” she said with a smile, “Eat up.”
“Thank you,” Tara murmured before tucking into her food.
Willow started rooting through the fridge as Tara enjoyed her lunch, looking for the things she would need for the beef stew her wife wanted for dinner. Once confirming that they had everything she would need, she grabbed an apple from the vegetable crisper, still quite full from the oatmeal she’d had for breakfast and figuring the fruit would tide her over until later.
Tara took the last bite of her sandwich and washed it down as she drank the last of her tea, the sweetness settling pleasantly on her tastebuds.
“Rest time for you,” Willow said as she took her wife’s dishes and put them in the sink, “Come on, up we go.”
“You don’t have to take me up,” Tara said as the redhead took her hand and led them towards the stairs.
“But then how will I tuck you in?” Willow asked in mock-exasperation, quickly grabbing the pillow from the ground.
Tara let out a low chuckle as they ascended the stairs.
“You do know I’m not JJ, right?”
“Oh I know,” Willow replied, grinning, as they walked into their bedroom and over to the bed, where Tara kicked off her shoes and lay down under the covers, “The boobs gave it away. But this is a special wifey tucking-in. Instead of a story...you get smoochies.”
An easy smile graced the blonde’s features as she watched Willow throw the extra pillow onto the empty space beside her, before kneeling down, leaving them in the same position she’d women up in.
“Twice in one day there’s a beautiful redhead hovering over my bed. I’m feeling lucky.”
“Hey,” Willow replied with a faux-pout, “I’m the one they call Google. Don’t go stealing my catchphrases.”
Tara giggled and Willow reached forward, running a finger along her wife’s eyebrow before leaning over and pressing their lips firmly together. Their kiss was slow and sweet, lasting several minutes until Tara pulled away with a yawn.
“Sorry,” she said, covering her hand with her mouth.
“Don’t be,” Willow replied, placing a lingering kiss on her wife’s forehead, “Sleep now. And if you wake up and I’m not here, I’m just gone to collect JJ, okay?”
Tara nodded sleepily, her eyes already closing. Willow watched the blonde’s body relax into the mattress and saw her breath even out before she stood up, happy that Tara was sleeping.
She started to make her way back downstairs, thinking she could get started on Tara’s stew and let it cook slowly to make it as tasty as possible, when a loud knocking on the front door made her jump back slightly in fright.
She rushed down the rest of the stairs, worried whoever was there would knock again and wake Tara, and flung the door open, her eyes widening in surprise when she saw Anya standing there, wearing a surgical mask that covered her mouth and nose.
“Willow, finally. I’m on my lunch break.”
Willow looked perplexed.
“Um...hi, Anya.”
“Hi,” Anya greeted, keeping her hands firmly in her pockets, “Xander told me you and Tara have the flu.”
“Oh, right,” Willow replied, bringing her hand up to her mouth and faking a cough, “Yea, really not feeling great.”
Anya visibly recoiled at the cough and took a step backwards.
“I’m here to collect clothes for JJ.”
Willow raised an eyebrow, confused.
“Um...why do you need his clothes?”
Anya sighed behind her mask.
“I am in the process of landing one of the biggest clients my firm has ever had. If I do, I will receive a bonus larger than your entire salary and that will result in many, many pretty things. But I won’t be able to suitably entertain these clients if I catch your infernal germs. And since are children seem to have this bond, your son will almost inevitably pass the germs he catches from you, onto my son, who will then pass them onto me. So, you can consider this an intervention. I will collect JJ from school today, he can stay with us this weekend and you can collect him from school on Monday.”
Willow blinked a few times in shock.
“This isn’t you asking, is it?”
Anya blinked this time, in annoyance.
“Every second I’m standing here, more of your evil bacteria is being passed on to me.”
Willow brought a hand up to her head and rubbed her temple. She knew Anya had no risk of getting sick, but she couldn’t explain that without revealing what she and Tara had actually been doing.
Plus she thought that maybe it was a good idea for JJ to be away from the house while Tara recovered, she didn’t want him accidentally jumping on her stomach on something similar.
And despite her ulterior motives, Anya offering to take JJ while she thought her and Tara was sick was really quite kind.
“You sure you don’t mind, Ahn? Taking him for the weekend?”
Anya shrugged.
“You can take Alex for us some weekend too. Although I’d prefer if neither Xander or I were sick. I’d like to use the time to have extra orgasms and not be excessively vomiting.”
“Of course,” Willow replied, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. It was Anya, after all, and she’d grown to love and accept the woman as she was, “Um, I’ll just go get some of his clothes.”
Anya started shaking her head at that.
“The less contact you have with anything I have to touch, the better. I’ll do it.”
“Alright,” Willow replied, standing aside to let Anya through the door, “But quietly, okay? Tara’s sleeping.”
Anya nodded before looking at the redhead suspiciously.
“You look pretty good for someone who took off work with the flu. And why aren’t you in bed too?”
“I was,” Willow replied in fake-haughtiness, “Until you started knocking on the door like a crazy person. And, um...I’m wearing make-up. You feel better if you look better, you know? Tara has it much worse anyway.”
Anya just shrugged before turning to walk up the stairs.
“Is everything in his room?”
“Anya, shush,” Willow hissed, carefully closing the door and following Anya up the stairs to JJ’s bedroom, “Everything’s in his dresser. You can pack things in that bag over there.”
She nodded towards a backpack in the corner of the room, which Anya picked up before going towards the dresser, opening the drawers and taking what she knew JJ would need for the weekend.
“Don’t forget his teddy,” Willow said, pointing to the small red bear on the bed that her son liked to sleep with.
Anya took the toy and dropped it on top of the clothes before zipping up the bag.
“Hey, Ahn, thanks for this,” Willow said as they both walked downstairs again, “It’s really nice of you and Xand.”
Anya didn’t respond, too focused on getting down the stairs and away from Willow and her supposed ‘germs’.
“Bye, Willow,” she said as she covered her hand with her sleeve in order to open the front door, “Please keep your germs to yourself in future.”
“I’ll try,” Willow replied dryly before thinking of something, “Hey, could you make sure JJ knows everything’s alright? He was worried this morning when I said Tara needed some extra rest.”
Most of Anya’s face was covered by the mask, but Willow could see her eyes shining kindly in response to that.
“We’ll call to say goodnight at bedtime.”
Willow smiled and nodded.
“Thanks. That’d be great.”
Anya left then, driving away in the Lexus that she updated every year. Willow closed the door softly again and started towards the kitchen again, looking forward to having a quiet evening in, contemplating going to bed early too.
The sooner morning came, the sooner they’d get the call.
At least he didn't go up to one of them and ask what they were.
Willow entertained until Tara gets out of the OR...
I tried this once...and only once. My child would sooner die than eat a carrot, LOL!! 
So, wonderful to see how the family is doing since Hacker Confidential. Thanks so much for this cant wait for more!! 
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Lol. No judgements here 
