Family Confidential (Sequel to HC) [AU] (Complete)

[zampsa19752001]

Awesome picture Vazy!

[taralicious]

Laragh,

You mean you couldn’t make a dick joke?

I had a headache and couldn't think of any so let's see what I can come up with this time, shall we.

“You’re using our unborn child to get out of helping me?”

Is there another reason to even have children except to use them as an excuse to get out of the boring parts of life?

Willow felt her whole body melt like it always did when Tara smiled at her like that and soon found herself on her knees in front of her wife

Tara always has the same reaction with me but I need to have one of those custom-made sex dolls created to resemble Tara to finish the fantasy.

She moved to place her hand over Tara’s on top of the laptop

Skip the computer and just place her hand on Tara's lap.

moving it up to place against the open ‘V’ of her blouse on the bare skin above her breasts

One of the wonders of the modern world as is Willow's abundant cleavage borne from the timeless biological imperative to feed one's children; flesh of the flesh and all that.

“Are three inch strips big enough?

I've got a three inch strip for either of them to handle and then it expands to a seven inch strip when the following action occurs.

Willow tore the tape off with her teeth

Now she needs to bite down on the tape;

“It’s a word,” Willow defended, “A great word.

It is a very descriptive word to describe a woman of loose morals and even looser panties. So are tart, trollop, and strumpet. I want to find the cafe where you can order tea and strumpets.

the closet under the stairs?”

They'll be the only birthday presents Harry Potter ever got and these from a completely different fantasy franchise since stuttering lesbian witches would be barred from the Dursley household as well.

“I want you to rub something but it’s not my back,

This is how one of my favorite fantasies of Tara and I starts as Tara asks me in that sultry voice with that smirk the line from "Weird Science"; "So, what do you little maniacs want to do first?"

“Well then why don’t you take me upstairs to our nice, private bedroom?”

The fantasy then progresses with this prompt and I proceed to intentionally get my head stuck between Tara's banister rails.

She dragged her wife’s panties down her toned legs and felt her wife step out of the pool of fabric by her feet, kicking them backwards.

I rather fancy that Tara's panties are the same azure color as her eyes; pools of radiance to match pools of fabric.

“You wanted privacy and stripping.

There's certainly money to be made from a range of DVD's featuring footage from department store CCTV cameras called "Privacy and Stripping."

“But that kinda moaning is normally reserved for when I...you know...get down.

So that's what the disco song meant with the lyric "Get down...boogie oogie oogie...we're going to boogie oogie oogie 'til we just can't boogie no more."

“Tara, you're so wet.”

Willow and Tara role-play Little Red Riding Hood: "Why Tara, look how wet you are. My what big labia you have, Tara."
"Willow, what large casaba melons you've brought for me. Nice and ripe and juicy and full of vitamins. pretty soon you're going to be full of me, my red-haired vixen."

“God, baby, you’re such a guy!”

Mmhh, I need to feel you too...”

Now this is what I'll visualize when I hear the Who's "See Me, Feel Me, Touch Me, Heal Me" from "Tommy."

“I’ve gotten a taste of what it’s like to have a wife with big jugs

Add a lyric about alcoholism and one about a pick-up truck and you'll have a hit country song.

“Shape, size, colour, freckle count..

Those are the determiners of the quantitative aesthetic beauty of Willow's breasts, are they?
Just like a man is measured by the Moh's scale of hardness when gazing upon Tara's breasts.

“She'd like to be shown.”

This brings us back to my fantasy with Tara and she telling me she'd like to be shown what she does to me and a good place to end this feedback.

[Finey_McFine]

Hi Laragh!

She shook her head again, resolution set on her face.“The baby doesn’t want to.”

I was wondering how long it would take for this, lol. It's why I love Willow, any excuse to get out of doing something that she hates to do!

I really love the flirting and the teasing while they were wrapping presents. Nicely done!

“Floozy?”

...I love that word!

“I want you to rub something but it’s not my back,”

What a floozy! lol

YAY for the

I'm going to echo everyone else's sentiments when I say that I LOVE that Tara is a covert breast gal:) Their interactions in this chapter are very real and true to the amount of time that they've been together. They are still in love, still have great sex, but it fluctuates between sexy and playful.

Lovely chapter!!

[Laragh]

BuffyFan4ever –

That's about all I'm able thingk right now.

Well I’ll take that as a good reaction

Great ending

Lol glad you think so.

Thanks for commenting!

vazy –

Vazy!

I really hate wrapping too, they all end up odd shapes with tape everywhere, good thing Tara has it down though.

I’m the Tara in this situation, I love wrapping presents! I get all tingly when it ends up pretty and neat.

Silly Willow, not noticing her boobs had started growing from Apples to Melons, or maybe Mangos 'cause hers could never compare to Tara's melons.

You proper made me at that. I think mangos is probably the perfect way to describe them

Great update as always Laragh-monster, I shall go back to bothering you on chat now.

You never bother me! (Except when you’re being mean and withholding smurf-type information )

Thanks for your comment

brave-little-toaster –

These two are so adorable...

They really are, aren’t they? I want to be them so bad

And many thanks for the lovin'

Many thanks for the comment *tips hat in your direction*

leonhart17 –

Lol, that was hot, but I'm still giggling! So Tara's secretly a boob girl? Very funny!

I think she’s always been a little bit of a one, she’s just showing it more now

They're as sweet as ever too, which I love!

Glad you liked

Thanks for commenting!

zampsa19752001 –

I really hate present wrapping 'cause mine always suck...

I like wrapping but I hate ribbon. Ribbon is my enemy.

Big lol for Tara finding Willow's new baby-enduced jugs...

A whole new world... ?

Really made me laugh...

Glad I could give you a giggle

Thanks for your comment

angieb86 –

I loved this chapter!

Woo!

I love that Willow and Tara can go from sexy to silly in a matter of seconds. It's sweet and endearing, and it always ends in hot yummy deliciousness!

They do love their silly

And I have to agree with Willow: SKIRTS ARE EVIL!

Easier access than pants though...in general

Great chapter, Laragh, and I'm glad you're back!!

Aww, thanks

And thanks for commenting

ToTheNetherRealm –

Wonderful, as always!

Loved that Tara secretly was a breast gal but then again, who isn't?

Crazy people!

Looking forward to the next update

Hope you enjoy it...it’s Christmas

Thanks for your comment

taralicious –

I had a headache and couldn't think of any so let's see what I can come up with this time, shall we.

Haha, a guy using the headache excuse?

Is there another reason to even have children except to use them as an excuse to get out of the boring parts of life?

If there is, I have yet to hear it.

Tara always has the same reaction with me but I need to have one of those custom-made sex dolls created to resemble Tara to finish the fantasy.

...Yea, have fun with that

Skip the computer and just place her hand on Tara's lap.

Willow’s all about the subtle movements

One of the wonders of the modern world as is Willow's abundant cleavage borne from the timeless biological imperative to feed one's children; flesh of the flesh and all that.

And Tara can enjoy until the baby comes along and takes dibs

I've got a three inch strip for either of them to handle and then it expands to a seven inch strip when the following action occurs.

Uh huh. No offence, dude, but they really don’t want it.

Now she needs to bite down on the tape;

Don’t think she’d like the taste

It is a very descriptive word to describe a woman of loose morals and even looser panties. So are tart, trollop, and strumpet. I want to find the cafe where you can order tea and strumpets.

All superior words

They'll be the only birthday presents Harry Potter ever got and these from a completely different fantasy franchise since stuttering lesbian witches would be barred from the Dursley household as well.

Probably would, yes.

This is how one of my favorite fantasies of Tara and I starts as Tara asks me in that sultry voice with that smirk the line from "Weird Science"; "So, what do you little maniacs want to do first?" ... The fantasy then progresses with this prompt and I proceed to intentionally get my head stuck between Tara's banister rails.

Overshare, dude

I rather fancy that Tara's panties are the same azure color as her eyes; pools of radiance to match pools of fabric.

I think we could say that’s pretty accurate

There's certainly money to be made from a range of DVD's featuring footage from department store CCTV cameras called "Privacy and Stripping."

Damn those privacy laws!

So that's what the disco song meant with the lyric "Get down...boogie oogie oogie...we're going to boogie oogie oogie 'til we just can't boogie no more."

Pretty accurate analysis I would say!

Willow and Tara role-play Little Red Riding Hood: "Why Tara, look how wet you are. My what big labia you have, Tara."
"Willow, what large casaba melons you've brought for me. Nice and ripe and juicy and full of vitamins. pretty soon you're going to be full of me, my red-haired vixen."

And someone will definitely get eaten by the end

Now this is what I'll visualize when I hear the Who's "See Me, Feel Me, Touch Me, Heal Me" from "Tommy."

Hey, it’s a good visualisation!

Add a lyric about alcoholism and one about a pick-up truck and you'll have a hit country song.

I’ll start penning it right away!

Those are the determiners of the quantitative aesthetic beauty of Willow's breasts, are they?Just like a man is measured by the Moh's scale of hardness when gazing upon Tara's breasts.

All qualities to be assessed, but like Tara said, they’re beautiful because they’re Willow’s.

This brings us back to my fantasy with Tara and she telling me she'd like to be shown what she does to me and a good place to end this feedback.

Remember what I said about overshare?

Thanks for your feedback

Finey_McFine –

Hi Laragh!

Hi Shel!

I was wondering how long it would take for this, lol. It's why I love Willow, any excuse to get out of doing something that she hates to do!

She’s got the mother (literally!) of all excuses now

I really love the flirting and the teasing while they were wrapping presents. Nicely done!

Hey, that was all them. They can’t stop flirting with each other

...I love that word!

Right? It’s a good word!

What a floozy! Lol

Isn’t she just?

YAY for the

forever and always

I'm going to echo everyone else's sentiments when I say that I LOVE that Tara is a covert breast gal:)

<<< That’s Tara waving goodbye to her self control

Their interactions in this chapter are very real and true to the amount of time that they've been together. They are still in love, still have great sex, but it fluctuates between sexy and playful.

Ha, you know it’s actually a massive fluke of luck it comes off as realistic, because the flip between sexy and funny is me getting all embarrassed writing the smut and inserting an awkward joke like I would in real life

Thanks for your feedback

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[Laragh]

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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

Chapter 20

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“One tall glass of milk,” Tara announced as she walked into the living room, carrying said item. She caught sight of her wife and son standing near the fire, both of them trying to conceal the fact that their faces were stuffed, with what had once been a full plate of Oreos but was now just a few black crumbs, sitting on the mantelpiece between them. She rolled her eyes and shook her head, “I knew I couldn’t trust you two with a plate of cookies.”


“Sorry, Mommy.”


“Sorry, Tara.”


Two sheepish voices spoke at the same as both Willow and JJ swallowed their mouthfuls of pilfered Oreos. Tara placed the glass of milk down on the coffee table and folded her arms over her chest, adopting her best stern pose.


“Now what’s Santa going to eat when he comes down the chimney and gets hungry from lifting all those presents?”


JJ’s brow furrowed as he contemplated the question and he started to jump up and down on the balls of his feet, his toes wiggling out the end of his pyjamas.


“There’s more, right, Mommy?”


Tara remained blasé, shrugging her shoulders slightly.


“I don’t know...” she replied, though she knew well there was still half a pack of Oreos lying on the kitchen counter, “You better go check.”


JJ scurried off; worry and intent etched on his features and Tara dropped her arms before giving her wife a pointed look.


“You couldn’t have waited 30 minutes ‘til he was in bed? You were going to be the one eating them anyway.”


“Don’t be ridiculous,” Willow replied with an adorable smile, “Santa was.”


Tara smiled internally but kept her exterior rigid.


“Willow...”


“No sane woman can resist the layered, creamy temptation of an Oreo,” Willow argued before seeing the blonde’s unrelenting look, “The baby wanted one?”


The smile finally broke on Tara’s face, her eyes lighting up at the mere mention of the growing life inside her wife’s belly.


“You can’t use that excuse forever, you know.”


“I know,” Willow replied, her smile widening, “But I can for the next 8 months.”


Tara let out a low, jovial laugh and walked towards her wife, hooking her fingers into the redhead’s pants and pulling the smaller girl towards her. She placed one hand on Willow’s hip while the other moved up to her face, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.


“You most certainly can.”


“In that case,” Willow replied with a grin as she wrapped her arms around the blonde’s neck, “The baby wants Momma to get a kiss.”


Tara leant forwards slightly, but not enough to press their lips together, instead just smirking.


“If he or she is this demanding in the womb, we’ll have to deal with a very fussy child with when they come out.”


Willow tightened her arms around Tara’s neck and gave her a pointed look.


“You’ll have a very fussy wife if you don’t kiss me in the next three seconds.”


“Well I can’t have that,” Tara replied and started to inch their lips slowly closer together as she lowered her voice to a whisper, “Three...two...”


The last word was swallowed as she finally let her lips connect with her wife’s. Willow instantly pulled their bodies even further together so they were as flush with one another as they could be while standing and started to push her tongue forwards when the sound of bare feet on the wooden floors rung through the room, swiftly followed by a small and excited voice that made them pull apart.


“There’s more, there’s more!! And Santa can have them all!”


JJ shook the bag of Oreos in his hand, the cookies jostling against the side of the plastic and thrust it towards his mothers. Tara took the bag and placed it on top of the plate on the mantelpiece.


“I’m sure he’ll love his snack,” she smiled down at her son, “Bedtime now to make sure that he comes!”


JJ nodded, his eyes and face lit up in excitement before he let the sides of his lips curve upwards and flashed his teeth in a charming smile.


“Mommy, Momma...”


Willow and Tara exchanged amused glanced and Willow grinned down at the boy.


“Yes...?”


JJ put his hands together behind his back and started moving his foot back and forth on the floor beneath him, while his eyes sunk into a puppy-dog pose.


“Can I have a story and a song tonight? Pretty please??”


Both women laughed and Tara bent down to scoop JJ up in her arms.


“I think we can manage that,” she answered as the boy wrapped his arm around his blonde mother’s neck to keep him steady, “You certainly know how to pout.”


JJ giggled as he buried his head against Tara’s chest.


“Momma says it gets you to do whatever we want.”


“Oh really?” Tara asked, quirking an eyebrow at Willow, “Does she?”


Willow laughed nervously.


“Kids say the darndest things, huh?” she asked as she cleared her throat, and feigned shock as she looked at her watch, “Wow, look how late it is! We better get you into bed quickly so Santa has time to deliver the presents!”


She steamrolled ahead then, marching out of the living room and towards the stairs. JJ started giggling again.


“Momma’s silly.”


Tara laughed and pressed her lips against her son’s forehead as she started to follow Willow’s path.


“Momma’s very silly. But we love her.”


JJ nodded in agreement as he was carried upstairs and into his room, where he saw Willow hovering over his bookcase. Already knowing what story he wanted, he quickly called out.


“Night Before Christmas!”


“Way ahead of ya, little man,” Willow answered, spinning around with the large, flat and brightly decorated book in hand, “Come on, let’s get all cosy.”


“Ah, teeth first,” Tara said quickly and JJ frowned.


“I already brushed my teeth.”


“And then had an Oreo binge,” Tara replied as she turned and started walking them towards the bathroom, “So you need to do them again.”


JJ scowled but didn’t argue as Tara set him on the floor and he stood on his stand so he could reach the sink, reaching for his toothbrush and special toothpaste, brushing his teeth speedily, forgoing his usual song in favour of getting the task done quickly. Tara supervised from the doorway until JJ put his toothbrush back in its holder and jumped down from the stand; grabbing Tara’s hand as he rushed out of the bathroom and dragged her into his bedroom.


Willow was already sitting on the end of the bed, flicking through the book in her hands, but quickly stood up and smiled when she saw the two re-enter the room.


“Come on, get cosy!”


JJ scurried over to his bed and slipped under the sheet, settling his head comfortably against the pillows as Willow and Tara lay either side of him, on their sides so they could fit on the small bed.


Willow held the book above her with one hand, while the other went to the top of JJ’s head, stroking his hair softly as she began to read.


“Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; the stockings were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there...”


JJ smiled as her felt the comfort of his mothers surrounding him and the images of dancing sugarplums, reindeer and Santa flashed before his eyes with more than a hint of excitement. He listened intently as Willow continued the story with just the right amount of animation in her tone until he started to recognise the final passage.


“He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle. And away they all flew like the down of a thistle. But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight–”


Both JJ and Tara joined in for the last line.


“Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!”


JJ giggled as Tara tickled his stomach slightly above the covers and Willow closed the book, placing it on the floor by the bed.


“What song would you like?” Tara asked as she dotted her fingers up her son’s chest and onto his face, tapping his nose affectionately.


JJ thought for a moment before shrugging.


“Christmas song?”


“Sing that Christmas lullaby,” Willow suggested quietly as she reached over and entwined her fingers with her wife’s, letting their conjoined hands rest between them, over JJ’s legs, “The one from that old Barbra Streisand album you have.”


Tara smiled as she took a moment to recollect the lyrics before looking down at JJ and began to sing softly.



This is a Christmas Lullaby,
To steal you softly into dreaming,
A simple Christmas lullaby,
I sing to you each passing year.

The world is wrapped in joy and wonder,
In silent mystery,
And in this spell that we are under,
Blessings surround our hearts completely.

This is a Christmas Lullaby,
For someone lovely as snow falling,
I sing your Christmas Lullaby,
To cradle you with all–


Tara stopped momentarily as she glanced over at Willow, who was staring right back at her adoringly, and changed the next line to be appropriately pluralised.



Our love.



Willow smiled widely as Tara put emphasis on the changed ‘our’ from its original ‘my’ and squeezed her hand before they both looked back at their son, who had a warm smile on his face and heavy lids. Willow leant down to place a kiss against his temple as Tara started to croon again.


Let peace on earth be yours tonight,
Under the star that shines so bright.

The world is wrapped in joy and wonder,
In silent mystery,
And in this spell that we are under,
Blessings surround our hearts completely.



JJ was almost completely asleep, his eyes fluttering momentarily as he fought to stay awake for the whole song, but the soft and soothing tone soon lulled him into complete slumber as Tara’s melodic voice continued.



Now close your eyes and as you sigh,
Make up a Christmas wish to dream on,
And like the moon that shines on high,
Send out your wish up to that star in the sky,
Blessed by this Christmas lullaby...



Tara trailed off as she watched JJ’s chest rise and fall in a steady pattern until Willow’s whispering voice drew her attention away.


“I love you, Mrs. Me.”


Tara quirked her lips up in a half-smile.


“I love being Mrs. You,” Tara replied in the same hushed tone before leaning forwards slightly. They met in a soft kiss halfway between their sleeping son for a moment before pulling apart, “And I love just you.”


They shared a smile for a moment before Willow nodded towards the doorway. Tara nodded back and they separated their hands for just a moment as they carefully stood up from the mattress, re-interlacing their fingers as Willow walked around the bed.


They started to walk out of the room, Tara bending down to switch on the nightlight before leaving completely and walking down the stairs where they collapsed onto the sofa together; Willow lying down and throwing her leg over Tara’s legs.


“Hey, baby, sorry about the whole pout thing,” Willow piped up as she settled into the comfortable cuddling position, “I only said what I said as a joke, I didn’t think he’d remember.”


Tara ran her hands up and down her wife’s clothed legs and turned her head so they were looking at each other.


“Willow, whether he’s learning to tie his laces or learn his lefts and rights...or how to manipulate me with those big, green eyes...” she started, grinning as Willow blushed, “Honey, I’m just happy he has you to teach him. That he has you as a mother.”


Willow’s blush deepened but she couldn’t help a small grin.


“I’m happy you’re my baby mama too.”


Tara gave a quiet laugh and squeezed the redhead’s shin before standing up and putting Willow’s legs back on the sofa. The smaller girl made a sound of disapproval, but didn’t get a chance to speak as Tara picked up the glass of milk from the coffee table and took the plate of Oreos from the mantelpiece, handing them both to her wife.


“I’ll go get his present. You enjoy being Santa.”


Willow perked up a little at that and dipped a hand into the bag of Oreos, dunking the cookie into the cold liquid and popping it into her mouth. She watched Tara disappear into the foyer and heard the sound of the closet there being opened. The blonde appeared back in the room, carrying the wrapped laptop that was JJ’s ‘Santa’ gift, wrapped in different paper to the rest of his presents that was already under the Christmas tree.


“There’s one more,” Willow said through a mouthful of cookie as Tara put the box under the tree, separated from the rest of the gifts that were explicitly from them, “In the drawer in the coffee table.”


Tara’s features contorted in confusion but walked over to the coffee table, pulling out the drawer and seeing a neatly wrapped, small but bulky box sitting inside. She picked it up and held it towards her wife.


“What’s this?”


Willow slurped the last of her milk and set the glass aside before frowning.


“Did I forget to tell you again? Stupid baby brain is worse than morning sickness,” she mumbled to herself before taking the box from Tara and smiling at it softly, “I got him a watch. I thought I could start helping him learn how to tell the time.”


“That’s a great idea,” Tara replied warmly as she took the present back and deposited it under the tree before retaking her position on the sofa, “He’ll love it.”


“Hope so,” Willow responded, before giving the blonde a playful smile, “Your wife would love a foot rub right about now...”


Tara chuckled and pulled each of the redhead’s socks off before she started to sink her fingertips into the skin on the sole of the smaller girl’s feet. Willow gave a small moan of appreciation and curled her toes as she let her eyes flutter closed to enjoy the massage.


Tara worked her fingers along Willow’s feet, squeezing and pressing with just the right amount of pressure until she glanced over at the redhead and saw that her breath was coming out in a steady, even rhythm. She grinned to herself before yanking her wife’s legs down the sofa and further onto her lap, causing Willow to jolt into consciousness.


Tara laughed at the startled look on her face before squeezing her legs through her jeans.


“Come on. Let’s be ridiculously boring and go to bed early.”


Willow blinked a few times in confusion before registering her wife’s words and nodding.


“God only knows what time he’s gonna wake us up tomorrow morning. We’ll need at least some rest if we’re going to manage cooking and having everyone over for the day.”


Tara smiled softly.


“We’ll need to get used to being woken up in the middle of the night.”


Willow moved her hands over her stomach.


“Maybe we’ll luck out and get a quiet one.”


Tara moved her gaze to meet her wife’s.


“We’ve already lucked out.”


“Yea,” Willow replied with a sappy grin as she pressed her hands against her belly, then swung her legs off of the sofa, “Bed-ly snuggles are calling.”


She reached for Tara’s hand and pulled her up before leading them out of the living room and upstairs, turning off the lights as they passed each switch, so the only light they has as they ascended the stairs was the faint glow coming from the nightlight in JJ’s bedroom.


“Don’t trip,” Tara whispered into the semi-darkness.


“Tara,” Willow’s hushed but affronted voice followed a moment later, “I’ve been climbing these stairs for years, I think I’m capable of walking up them in the dark without–”


She cut herself off as she suddenly stumbled on the top step, Tara’s quick reflexes catching her around the waist before she fell forwards completely, keeping her upright.


“What were you saying?” Tara asked wryly.


Willow cleared her throat and turned her head to look at her wife, her features just about visible, and gave her a sheepish smile.


“That I love you?”


“Uh huh,” Tara grinned as they managed the top step together and stood outside the bathroom, “Can you brush your teeth without choking on the toothbrush?”


Willow flicked the lightswitch outside the bathroom door and Tara could see she was blushing lightly.


“If I keep the light on.”


Tara gave a quiet laugh and pushed them forwards to they were in the bathroom. They separated as they shared the sink to brush their teeth and go about their nightly routine. Willow finished first and disappeared into their bedroom, followed only a few moments later by Tara, who was rubbing lotion into her arms.


Willow started undressing herself, throwing her clothes into the hamper that resided in the corner of the room and was about to slip under the covers of the bed when she noticed Tara taking something out of the dresser.


“What’s that?”


“Pyjamas,” Tara answered, not turning around as she shrugged her shirt from her body.


“Pyjamas?” Willow asked in disbelief, “But...but naked snuggles.”


Tara spun around in place and couldn’t help the lascivious grin that fell on her face when she saw her wife perched on the end of the bed, completely nude.


“I thought we were having an early night...”


“I don’t mean those kinda snuggles,” Willow replied with a small pout, “But we always sleep naked...at least most of the time anyway.”


“A practice I very much enjoy,” Tara responded as she pulled the pyjama top over her chest and began buttoning it, “But do you remember last Christmas morning? He pulled the blanket right off of us and you tried to explain we were naked because we were hot? He may be a child, but even he didn’t buy we were hot in the middle of winter.”


Willow pouted for another moment before sighing.


“Okay. I guess we can make an exception tonight.”


Tara smiled and threw the second pair of pyjamas she’s taken from the dresser over to her wife.


“Look, I got us Christmas ones.”


Willow held up the red material of the pyjamas and smiled back when she saw they were decorated with reindeer heads; not only matching the ones Tara was currently pulling on, but the same ones as JJ had on as well.


“You bought us all matching pjs?” she asked with a giggle, “That’s so cheesy.”


“I think it’s cute,” Tara replied, shrugging to herself, “We’ll have to buy even mini-er ones next year.”


“Heh, mini-er,” Willow chuckled to herself as she dragged the bottoms up her legs, “That’s not even a word.”


Tara finished dressing herself and walked over to the bed, pulling back the sheet and lying down.


“You’re the last person who can talk about word use. You practically have your own dialect of the English language.”


“‘Cause I’m cool,” Willow replied as she finished buttoning the pyjama top and slid into bed beside her wife.


Tara rolled her eyes playfully as her hands instinctively went to the redhead’s waist.


“You’re a goof.”


“Well then you’re the silly one,” Willow retorted with a giggle, “‘Cause you married a goof.”


Tara gave a half-smile and hooked her leg over the redhead’s, pulling their lower halves together.


“I married my soulmate.”


Willow smiled and that and leaned forwards to bring their lips together, lightly and sweetly for a few moments, before reaching out to turn the lamp on her nightstand off, again plunging them into darkness. She manoeuvred herself so her head was tucked beneath her wife’s chin and cuddled against her body.


“Snuggle me to sleep then, soulmate.”


“Yes, dear,” Tara acquiesced in a monotone, though Willow could hear the mirth coming through, “Sleep well.”


Willow sighed contentedly.


“I will. Everyone knows Santa only comes when you’re asleep.”

[BuffyFan4ever]

Dibs

Great update. I loved Willow trying to sneak cookies with J.J.. She's really just a big kid.

“The baby wanted one?”


The smile finally broke on Tara’s face, her eyes lighting up at the mere mention of the growing life inside her wife’s belly.


“You can’t use that excuse forever, you know.”


“I know,” Willow replied, her smile widening, “But I can for the next 8 months.”

Cute. I can completely picture Willow's "innocent" face.

Tara's song was beautiful. The link didn't work for me so here's another one for any one else (is that ok?):
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AdvL-TbjAhQ

Can't wait for next week when it's Christmas in July.


To ToTheNetherRealm: You'll have to be exact if you want to beat me.

[ToTheNetherRealm]

NO! I knew that I should´ve comment before I read the update! Lost the dibs. Damn!
Great update though! Yey for christmas!

“Can you brush your teeth without choking on the toothbrush?”

“Pyjamas?” Willow asked in disbelief, “But...but naked snuggles.”

I totally agree! Naked snuggles!

To BuffyFan4ever: I´ll beat you next time!

[zampsa19752001]

Yay for great update-y goodness... Big lol for Willow's & JJ's Oreo-addiction coming to surface again... Pyjamas for the Christmas night are a very good idea to keep an overexcited kid from seeing his naked parents...

[love_2003]

I love that Willow is using the baby as an excuse for things that she wants. Can't wait for Christmas morning.

[leonhart17]

Aww they're cute! It's 100 degrees outside though, so I'm afraid I'm not entirely with the Christmas in July spirit

[Promthea128]

God, they are just adorable. I love their love. Awesome that Will is gonna get away with everything for the next 8 months.

[Ariel]

Oh wow . . . . *sigh* . . . . where to start?

Loved the Amazing Oreo Raid and how they each guiltily answer at the same time, too cute!

Then the love and strength and sweetness between them both. So right. I remember taking care of my wife when she was carrying our little guy. The amazing tenderness and awe that it's happening.

And the Night Before Christmas and Christmas Song *sigh* all the lovely stuff you think it should be.

Thank you!

Ariel
How I Met Your Mother

[taralicious]

Laragh,

“Now what’s Santa going to eat when he comes down the chimney and gets hungry from lifting all those presents?

Santa Tara will find Willow under the tree in a fire-engine red teddy to match her flame-haired tresses and will eat her out washing it down with the milk from her engorged breasts.

You were going to be the one eating them anyway.”

Willow will abdicate her Santa role to Tara so Tara can eat Willow's golden creme from her Oreos.

“No sane woman can resist the layered, creamy temptation of an Oreo,”

Forget the Oreos and let's focus on the layered creamy temptation of Tara instead.

“I’m sure he’ll love his snack,” she smiled down at her son, “Bedtime now to make sure that he comes!”

Tara will love her snack and it's everyone's bedtime to make sure that Santa Tara comes again and again as Willow's lactically enhanced breasts are the gift that keeps on giving; better than a soda fountain and you can add flavours to the mixture.

“Momma says it gets you to do whatever we want.”

Kids do indeed choose the most inappropriate moments to tell what they've just learned with that pure kid logic untainted by adult sexual politics.

JJ giggled as Tara tickled his stomach slightly above the covers

The purest all-natural cure for when JJ or Willow's stomach is all acidy. The healing power of Tara's soothing touch is the best medicine.

Tara smiled as she took a moment to recollect the lyrics before looking down at JJ and began to sing softly.

Tara should record an album of Christmas favourites as she can actually sing rather than this spate of ten-year-old girls who post videos on Youtube and expect to have record deals.

“Hope so,” Willow responded, before giving the blonde a playful smile, “Your wife would love a foot rub right about now...”

Whether JJ or Willow, nothing soothes away the cares of the day like the healing power of Tara's touch complimented by that winsome smirk and crooked smile and the love and desire smouldering in those azure twin orbs of liquid soul which are the windows into Tara's essence.

followed only a few moments later by Tara, who was rubbing lotion into her arms.

Now that is lotion which can say they have the best gig as they are caressing the silky-smooth skin of a goddess.

“‘Cause I’m cool,” Willow replied as she finished buttoning the pyjama top and slid into bed beside her wife.

Making up words is cool. Taralicious is so a word.

Everyone knows Santa only comes when you’re asleep.”

To quote Ian Dury "It's lovely when you're sleeping but wide awake is best."

[Laragh]

BuffyFan01 –

I loved Willow trying to sneak cookies with J.J.. She's really just a big kid.

Isn’t she just? Better than being a stuffy stick-in-the-mud

Cute. I can completely picture Willow's "innocent" face.

And Tara falling for it every time lol

Thanks again for the working link! And good luck in your dibs war with ToTheNetherRealm

Thanks for your feedback

ToTheNetherRealm –

NO! I knew that I should´ve comment before I read the update! Lost the dibs. Damn!

Haha, you have to be super speedy to beat BuffyFan

Great update though! Yey for christmas!

Glad you liked! Lots more Christmas to come I think!

I totally agree! Naked snuggles!

Naked snuggles to resume shortly!

In the interest of fairness, I also wish you well in this dibs war

Thanks for your comment

zampsa19752001 –

Big lol for Willow's & JJ's Oreo-addiction coming to surface again...

She’s nothing if not consistent!

Pyjamas for the Christmas night are a very good idea to keep an overexcited kid from seeing his naked parents...

They’re saving on therapy bills for later!

Thanks for commenting

love_2003 –

I love that Willow is using the baby as an excuse for things that she wants

.

A worthy excuse, don’t ya think?

Can't wait for Christmas morning.

It starts here!

Thanks for your feedback!

leonhart17 –

Aww they're cute! It's 100 degrees outside though, so I'm afraid I'm not entirely with the Christmas in July spirit

Glad you think so. You might want to put a fan on and play some Christmas jingles, ‘cause we’ve got festivities for the next few chapters

Thanks for commenting

Promthea128 –

God, they are just adorable. I love their love.

I love their love too.

Awesome that Will is gonna get away with everything for the next 8 months.

Yep, pretty much

Thanks for your comment

Ariel –

Oh wow . . . . *sigh* . . . . where to start?

Loved the Amazing Oreo Raid and how they each guiltily answer at the same time, too cute!

Like mother, like son

Then the love and strength and sweetness between them both. So right. I remember taking care of my wife when she was carrying our little guy. The amazing tenderness and awe that it's happening.

I can only imagine but I hope it seems realistic. I’m kinda writing from the perspective of what I’d want for myself since I obviously haven’t had the experience.

And the Night Before Christmas and Christmas Song *sigh* all the lovely stuff you think it should be.

Can you tell I’m a bit of a traditionalist at heart?

Thank you!

Thank you for your feedback

taralicious –

Santa Tara will find Willow under the tree in a fire-engine red teddy to match her flame-haired tresses and will eat her out washing it down with the milk from her engorged breasts.

I hope JJ doesn’t catch them, that could ruin Christmas forever

Willow will abdicate her Santa role to Tara so Tara can eat Willow's golden creme from her Oreos.

They’re nothing if not fair!

Forget the Oreos and let's focus on the layered creamy temptation of Tara instead.

Or both of them.

Tara will love her snack and it's everyone's bedtime to make sure that Santa Tara comes again and again as Willow's lactically enhanced breasts are the gift that keeps on giving; better than a soda fountain and you can add flavours to the mixture.

Kids do indeed choose the most inappropriate moments to tell what they've just learned with that pure kid logic untainted by adult sexual politics.

Ah, but isn’t that what makes them wonderful?

The purest all-natural cure for when JJ or Willow's stomach is all acidy. The healing power of Tara's soothing touch is the best medicine.

Who wouldn’t want Tara tickling them? Tickling = Tara Touch

Tara should record an album of Christmas favourites as she can actually sing rather than this spate of ten-year-old girls who post videos on Youtube and expect to have record deals.

Agree wholeheartedly.

Whether JJ or Willow, nothing soothes away the cares of the day like the healing power of Tara's touch complimented by that winsome smirk and crooked smile and the love and desire smouldering in those azure twin orbs of liquid soul which are the windows into Tara's essence.

She’s just magic.

Now that is lotion which can say they have the best gig as they are caressing the silky-smooth skin of a goddess.

Oh to be a bottle of moisturiser.

Making up words is cool. Taralicious is so a word.

An excellent word

To quote Ian Dury "It's lovely when you're sleeping but wide awake is best."

Wide, wide awake

Thanks for your feedback

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Update Directly Below

[Laragh]

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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

Chapter 21

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“Mommy! Mommy! Momma! Mommy! MOMMA!”


JJ burst into his parent’s bedroom, too excited to remember the normal rule about knocking and climbed onto their bed, jumping up and down on top of them, his hair mussed from sleep and his pyjamas hanging loosely off of him.


“MOMMY, MOMMA, WAKE UP, WAKE UP!”


Willow felt herself jerked from consciousness abruptly and quickly wrapped her arms around her stomach protectively.


“Jakey, honey, watch my tummy, watch my tummy.”


Tara, hazy from the brusque awakening, suddenly snapped into full alertness as Willow’s words rang through her ears and she pulled her arms from under the blanket, grabbing JJ and lifting him upwards, his limbs flailing into thin air.


“JJ, be careful,” she said, harsher than she’d intended.


The young boy was too excited to question what was happening or even register that he was being scolded as he just continued to gesture around him.


“It’s Christmas, it’s Christmas!! Santa was here, I checked! There’s a present!”


Tara exhaled slowly and turned her body, placing JJ on the floor beside the bed.


“Okay, you can go back down there. We’ll be down in just a couple of minutes and you can open your presents then, alright?”


JJ nodded and started to run out of the room.


“Hurry!”


The sound of his speedy footsteps could be heard on the stairs barely a second later while Tara turned back to her wife and reached a hand out to her stomach.


“Are you okay? He didn’t kick your belly, did he?”


Willow shook her head softly.


“No. I think I got a slap on the chest, but he missed my belly.”


Tara frowned.


“He needs to be careful.”


“It’s Christmas,” Willow replied with a small smile, “He’s excited.”


Tara‘s features softened and she gave a quiet nod. Willow reached out and took her hand.


“You were right about the pyjamas.”


Tara gave her wife an 'I told you so' look and grinned.


“We better go down before he knocks the tree down or something.”


“Good morning kiss first,” Willow replied, pulling on Tara’s hand, before glancing at the alarm clock on the nightstand and groaning, “I’m gonna need one if you expect me to actually get up at this ungodly hour.”


Tara turned back around and smiled at her wife, leaning down and promptly bringing their lips together, intending to give her a quick peck but Willow apparently had a different idea as she felt a surge inside her and brought her hand up to Tara's cheek and opened her mouth in offering.


Tara was unable to resist the allure of the redhead's parted lips and felt Willow moan against her as she pushed her tongue forwards and let it be sucked it into her wife's mouth. Willow forgot about any idea of getting up as she rolled Tara onto her back and tilted her head to bring their mouths even closer together; the blonde’s hands entwining in her hair and their clothed bodies pushing against each other.


They got lost in each other as their lips nipped and tongues slid against one another until a shrill cry from downstairs made them spring apart.


“MOMMA!! MOMMMMYYYY!!!!”


“I guess a hyper child and presents aren’t conducive to some morning macking,” Willow sighed, closing her eyes and trying to regulate her breathing again, “Unfortunately.”


“We’re torturing him making him wait to open his presents,” Tara commented, moving her hand down to Willow's shoulder and giving it an affectionate squeeze.


“Torturing me not letting me kiss you,” Willow mumbled, pressing her lips firmly against her wife’s for several long moments before pulling away with an audible pop and calling out loudly, “Okay, Jake, we’re coming!”


She then turned back to Tara and smiled down at her while reaching for her hand under the covers.


“Come along, my beautiful wife. Our son is waiting.”


She rolled out of the bed then, pulling Tara with her and the two walked downstairs and into the living room, where JJ was sitting between his presents, shaking one in his hand while he ran his hand over the paper of another. His head shot up at the two women when they entered the room and he grinned excitedly.


“Look, look!”


“Wow!” Willow replied with equal enthusiasm as she knelt down beside her son, “Look at all these presents!”


JJ nodded and threw his arms over the present that was wrapped in paper decorated with pictures of Santa all over, to indicate that’s who it was from as oppose to the pile of snowflake-decorated presents that were from Willow and Tara.


“Can I open, can I open?”


“You sure can,” Tara responded, sitting cross-legged on the floor beside Willow and in front of JJ, “But c’mere and give us a hug first.”


JJ released his hold on his gifts and bounced over to throw his arms over his mother’s necks.


“Merry Christmas, JJ,” Willow said softly as she felt both her and her wife close their arms around him before Tara echoed her sentiment.


“Merry Christmas, honey.”


“Merry Christmas, Momma, Merry Christmas, Mommy.”


JJ let himself be squeezed for a moment before pulling back and looking between the two women expectantly. Willow laughed and pointed at his gifts.


“Open them!”


JJ’s whole face lit up and he sank down onto his knees as he pulled his ‘Santa’ present towards him, wasting no time in ripping the paper away, his fingers shaking in anticipation. As the front of the laptop box came into view, he frowned slightly in confusion before spotting a figure in the corner and pointed at it.


“Mickey Mouse!”


Tara shuffled forwards slightly and took one of her son’s hands.


“Do you know what it is, sweetie?


JJ examined the front of the box for a few moments before understanding crossed his features and he smiled widely.


“Like Momma works with!”


“That’s right, baby boy,” Willow replied proudly, “It’s a computer. You can play games on it and it can help with your homework.”


“Wow!” JJ responded in awe, “Santa’s so cool!”


Willow and Tara shared pleased smiles that JJ liked his present as the boy turned to his redheaded mother.


“Will you teach me?”


“You bet I will,” Willow responded eagerly.


JJ beamed and turned back to examine the box while Tara leant over to whisper in her wife’s ear with a grin.


“Don’t you dare teach him to hack until he’s at least a teenager.”


Willow blushed but as Tara pulled back, held a hand over her heart in promise and threw a wink in her direction while JJ looked torn between taking his new laptop from his box and opening the rest of his presents. Willow noticed his dilemma.


“Why don’t you put your computer over here for a few minutes so it doesn’t get broken. You have to very careful with it.”


JJ seemed pleased that a decision had been made for him and carefully pushed the laptop box behind him before turning towards the other pile of presents, his eyes shining with excitement.


“These are from me and Momma,” Tara said as JJ decided which present to open first.


His hands naturally went to the largest present and he ripped the paper off with the same eagerness that he had before. When the wrapping was off, he took in the large red box and recognised the ‘Lego’ logo before seeing the specific figures that were on the picture on front.


“Firemen!” he claimed excitedly before looking up at his parents, “Thank you, thank you!”


“You’re welcome,” Willow and Tara said at the same time.


JJ shook his new Lego set excitedly for a moment before setting it down and moving onto his next gift. His Frisbee and yo-yo were received with great delight, though with warning that the Frisbee couldn’t be thrown inside the house, and JJ excitedly proclaimed that he couldn’t wait to play his Simpsons board game when Alex came over. His biggest excitement came when he unwrapped his next gift though, the electronic talking hamster plush toy.


“Joey in school has this and it’s so cool and you can say something and it says it back in hamster and it’s so cool!” he gushed all in hurry as he ripped the hamster away from its packaging in exhilaration, “Look, look, look!”


With the hamster toy successful rid of its packaging, which was thrown over JJ’s shoulder in hasty excitement, the boy pressed a button hidden inside the plush toy’s foot and said in a very clear voice, ‘hello, I’m a hamster’, giggling wildly when the toy repeated the phrase but in a distorted, squeaky voice.


Willow was about to say to Tara that they’d regret giving him the particularly annoying toy, but took one look at the joy on her son’s face and quickly shut her mouth, instead just leaning over and placing a lingering kiss on her wife’s cheek to share in the delight and wonder their son was displaying.


Tara smiled as she felt warm lips pressed against her cheek and scooted closer to the redhead, moving to sit behind her and wrapping her arms around her stomach. JJ continued to play with his plush toy, making it say whatever silly phrase popped into his mind until he realised he had a final present under the tree.


He set the hamster down and picked the present up, holding it in confusion.


“Is this for me?” he asked, unsure because of the different wrapping; Willow having gotten it giftwrapped in the store she bought it from.


“That’s a special one from Momma,” Tara answered with a smile.


JJ crawled over to his mothers and into Willow’s lap, Tara moving one hand away from the redhead's stomach to support his back.


“It is?” JJ asked, looking up at Willow, wide-eyed.


“Open it,” Willow encouraged gently in response.


JJ turned the present in his hands curiously for a second before tearing the paper off, revealing the transparent box with a simple watch inside, black leather straps with a plain white face and big numbers to make it easier to read.


“It’s a watch. You wear it on your wrist and it tells you what time it is. I was thinking me and you could learn how to tell time,” Willow said as she reached around her son to pop the lid off the box and take the watch out, placing it flat on her palm so JJ could see, “Would you like that?”


“Yea,” JJ replied eagerly as he picked his new watch up from his mother’s hand, “Can I put it on?”


“Of course,” Willow responded as she helped the boy wrap the watch around his wrist and secured the clasp, “Does that feel comfy?”


JJ nodded before wrapping his arms around Willow’s neck.


“Thank you, Momma.”


Willow gave her son a one-armed hug and pressed her lips against the top of his head before pulling away and smiling at him and nodding over her shoulder.


“Does Mommy get a hug too?”


JJ giggled and climbed off of Willow's lap, wrapping his arms around Tara and copying his previous actions in a sweet hug before pulling back and jumping up on the balls of his feet.


“Can I play with my compuher now?”


“Computer,” Willow corrected softly and with a warm smile, “And yes, you can. Why don’t you go get it out of its box and I’ll help you learn how to play with it. Remember, you have to be very careful though.”


“I will,” JJ promised solemnly before rushing back over to his laptop, ripping the tape around the opening and starting to open the box.


Willow watched JJ to make sure he didn’t accidentally bang the laptop against the floor in his excitement to remove it from its box before she felt something being placed in her lap. She looked down to see a small, square box in glitter-embossed, red paper sitting there and spun her head around to meet Tara’s gaze with a smile.


“Aww, baby, thank you,” she said excitedly before holding one finger up in a ‘one second’ motion and leaned over, retrieving the final gift from under the tree, a long, rectangular box, which she handed to her wife, “And for you.”


Tara accepted the gift with a smile.


“Thank you.”


“You’re welcome,” Willow replied before eagerness got the better of her and she tore the immaculate wrapping away from her present, then lifted the lid of the revealed box to see the red wallet Tara had bought her. She picked it up and turned it over in her hands, “Aww, Tara, I really needed a new one. This is gorgeous, thank you. Hey, look, it has a little ‘W’ on it and everything!”


Willow toyed with charm on the zipper as Tara gave a soft smile.


“I wish I could say I got it especially put on there, but it came like that.”


“Yea but you found it,” Willow beamed as she pulled the zipped back and examined the depth of her new wallet, “It’s great.”


Tara seemed pleased that Willow liked her present and started peeling back the wrapping on her own present, with a lot more care than the other two had. She neatly folded it beside her before taking in the contents of her gift and smiled wildly when she saw the box of her favourite perfume in her lap. She looked up at Willow.


“Thank you, sweetheart.”


“I know it’s small,” Willow replied with an apologetic smile, “But I got you something really cool for your birthday.”


“I was running out anyway,” Tara answered as she reached across and took her wife’s hand, “Anything from you is perfect.”


Willow blushed slightly and leaned over to capture the blonde’s lips. They moved lightly and lovingly against each other for several long moments before Tara pulled away and nuzzled their noses together.


“Merry Christmas, Willow.”


Willow placed another small kiss on her wife’s lips.


“Merry Christmas, Tara.”


They almost met for a third kiss but were interrupted as JJ called out.


“Wow, it’s all shiny!”


Willow blew a kiss into the air towards her wife instead before scooting over towards her son and helped him pop the lid on his laptop open.


“Cool, huh?”


“Uh huh,” JJ nodded in wide-eyed wonder, squealing excitedly when Willow pressed the power button and it sprung to life.


Tara set her new perfume off to the side and stood up, walking over to her wife and son and bending down, putting a hand on either of their shoulders.


“How would you guys like some Christmas pancakes?”


“Yummy,” Willow replied with a glance and smile at her wife while JJ remained transfixed on the screen, but mumbled something resembling ‘yes’.


Tara dropped a kiss against the top of his head before straightening up and leaving the room. Willow guided JJ’s laptop through the set-up process, with the boy watching intently and asking what each step his mother was doing involved until the machine was ready to be used. Willow opened the folder of Disney games that came with the laptop and JJ almost burst with excitement when he saw a game about helping Winnie The Pooh find his pot of honey.


He played that for a couple of minutes, laughing every time Eeyore came on screen to give him a ‘tip’ before Willow asked if she could play as well and they started a racing game based on the movie ‘Cars’, which JJ triumphantly won.


Tara arrived in the room again not long after, carrying a single plate. Willow closed the laptop and pushed it off to the side to protect it from getting any errant pancake crumbs embedded in the keyboard as Tara sat down between them and grinned, picking up the top pancake in her hand, rolling it and taking a bite.


“Who needs cutlery?” Willow asked with a laugh as she copied her wife’s actions.


“We have hands!” JJ giggled as he picked up two pancakes at a time and shoved them into his mouth.


“Chew carefully,” Tara advised as she swallowed her food and rubbed JJ’s back, “And we’re only eating with our hands because it’s Christmas.”


JJ nodded his understanding that this wasn’t to become an everyday event and carefully chewed as instructed. When their pancakes were finished, Willow went upstairs for a shower while Tara played Lego with JJ until she heard the water being turned off upstairs again.


“Will you be okay to play by yourself while I go and wash myself?” she asked JJ, who looked up and nodded with a smile as he pulled two red bricks apart, “Good boy.”


She handed over the half-assembled firetruck she’d been making to let her son finish and stood up, leaving the room and going upstairs, turning straight into the bathroom and pulled her pyjamas from her body, stepping into the shower.


She turned the water to a comfortable temperature and began to hum quietly as it fell down her back, leisurely washing her body and hair until she was clean and stepped from the shower, wrapping a towel around her body and walking into her bedroom. She closed the door behind her and smiled over at where Willow was standing in front of the full-length mirror, pulling at the top of her shirt


“You look very pretty,” she said to her wife in her plain black pants and festive red sweater as she walked over to the closet to find some clothes for herself.


Willow didn’t respond, instead just frowning at her reflection. She pulled at her shirt again, twisting the fabric around but the frown never left her face.


“Tara?” she ventured after a moment, “Do I look fat?”


Tara’s hand stilled from where she was taking a blouse from its hanger and looked over at the redhead, bewildered.


“No, of course not.”


Willow sighed and spun around to face her wife.


“Could you look at me like a woman for a second and not my wife?”


Tara placed the hanger in her hand over the circular knob on the closet and walked over to Willow, turning her so she could wrap her arms around her waist from behind and they were both looking at each other in the mirror.


“I am a woman,” she said quietly, “And I’m your wife. And I’m telling you, you’re beautiful.”


Willow looked completely unconvinced and Tara rubbed her hand over her wife’s stomach.


“Willow, you’re not even showing.”


“Yea, not my stomach,” Willow replied forlornly, “I wouldn’t mind then, at least people would know I was pregnant. Now I just look like I’ve eaten 5 boxes of doughnuts and it’s all gone to face.”


Tara couldn’t help a small grin.


“And your boobs.”


Willow finally cracked a smile.


“You really think I look pretty?”


“The prettiest,” Tara confirmed with a soft kiss under the redhead’s ear, “You didn’t have any morning sickness today.”


Willow groaned.


“Don’t jinx it,” she said with a shake of her head, “And my stomach is probably waiting for normal wake-up time to let it hit. It’s nothing if not consistent.”


Tara started to sway their bodies slightly.


“Every single part of you operates on a strict schedule, doesn’t it?” she asked jokingly, “I have no doubt you’ll be one of those rare women who go into labour on your exact due date.”


“We better keep August 3rd free then,” Willow replied with a soft smile.


Tara stopped swaying and cast her wife a curious glance through the mirror.


“Our first scan isn’t for another two weeks. We haven’t been given a due date yet.”


“Well maybe not by the doctor,” Willow replied with a shrug, as she moved a hand to rest over Tara’s on her stomach, “But we have the benefit of knowing exactly when we conceived this little one. It’s not too hard to work out.”


Tara mulled over this new information as s lazy smile spread on her face.


“August 3rd?”


Willow nodded with a grin.


“August 3rd.”


“A Leo,” Tara replied softly, her basic knowledge from her freshman astrology class coming back to her, “Honest. Passionate. Loyal. Definitely your baby.”


“And yours,” Willow responded quietly, “You’re all those things, too.”


Tara didn’t respond, instead just smiling wildly at her wife through the mirror before eventually taking her arms back.


“You’re gorgeous,” she whispered before going to sit at the vanity table, deciding to choose clothes later.


Willow stayed looking in the mirror, though her frown had been considerably turned upside down as she felt a lot more confident than she had before Tara had entered the room.


“I’m gorgeous,” she repeated to convince herself with a definitive nod before she ran the brush through her hair, “Thank you.”


“Thank you,” Tara replied as she picked up the blowdryer from where it was sitting along the floor and grinning over at her wife, “I get to look at you.”


Willow blushed and smiled but stopped herself from responding when she saw Tara shake the blowdryer in frustration as she snapped the switch over and back repeatedly.


“What’s wrong?”


“It won’t turn on,” Tara replied, leaning over to plug it into the other socket but still getting no juice, “Did we blow a fuse?”


She picked up the curling that sat on the table and pushed the button to turn it on, seeing the red light flash with power before turning it off and placing it back down with a sigh of confusion.


“This works fine.”


Willow inhaled deeply and got a guilty look on her face as she started to fidget with her hands.


“I may have dropped it when I was trying to find my shoes while you were in the shower and then forgot to check it,” she rattled off in a quick breath.


Tara turned her head to her wife and quirked an eyebrow before sighing and unplugging the obviously defunct-dryer, wrapping the cord around it and leaving it under the table.


“Guess I’m towel drying today.”


“Sorry,” Willow replied, moving a hand onto her wife’s shoulder, “I’ll replace it as soon as the stores open again. I’ll get us a really nice one. You know, I think we’ve had that one there our whole marriage.”


“I think you’re right,” Tara responded with a small laugh as she stood and started to walk to the closet, “Nice to know we have more longevity than our electronics.”


Willow gave a soft smile.


“We have forever-evity.”


Tara looked over her shoulder with an adoring look on her face.


“I couldn’t love you more, you know that?”


Willow blushed again and dropped her gaze momentarily before pointing over her shoulder with her thumb.


“I’ll go start peeling the potatoes.”


“I did them when I was waiting for the pancake batter to set,” Tara replied as she dragged hangers along the rail on the ceiling of their closet, “They’re in water, ready to go. So are the carrots. The peas and green beans just need to be taken out of the fridge when we’re ready to cook them.”


“Oh,” Willow replied, some surprise in her tone before she walked over and fell onto the bed, lying back with her head propped against the headboard, “Well in that case I’m gonna watch you get changed.”


Tara smirked to herself as she heard her wife’s words and reached to the front of her towel, pulling at the place where it was tucked in and letting it fall to the floor.


“Whoops.”


Willow openly leered the back of her wife’s nude form and pursed her lips in delight when Tara bent down to pick up the towel.


“Merry Christmas to me.”


She licked her lips as she watched Tara start to dry herself off, a lot more slowly than was necessary, and had to squeeze her legs together as a sudden rush of desire shot through her.


“You really know how to tease a girl.”


Tara grinned over her shoulder.


“I’ve had years of practice.”


Willow felt a fresh pool of desire settle in her core at the way Tara was looking at her and found herself speaking without even intending to.


“Do we have time for a quickie?”


Tara laughed and sauntered over to her wife, climbing on top of her, completely naked, which did nothing to curb Willow’s arousal, and placed a hand on either of her shoulders.


“No,” she started regretfully, before smirking, “But we can have a very nice long-ie later.”


Willow couldn’t help running her hands down her wife’s naked back.


“Maybe then you could, um...continue your little show?”


Tara’s smirk widened.


“Are you asking for a lapdance?”


Willow looked at the blonde hopefully.


“Are you offering?”


Tara moved her face down so they were just inches apart.


“That offer’s always open.”


Willow’s hands flew to the back of the taller girl’s hair, pulling her down to close that last inch between them and kissing her fiercely for several moments before suddenly pulling away and slipping out from beneath her wife, her hand covering her eyes.


“Sorry, but if I don’t stop looking and touching and...there’s no way I’ll survive the rest of the day. Not with these pumped-up baby hormones. I’ll go, um...baste the turkey.”


Tara didn’t get a chance to say that the turkey wasn’t in the oven yet and therefore didn’t need to be basted as Willow rushed from the room, hitting against the closed door as she still had her hand over her eyes.


She quickly dropped her hand and flew out the door, closing it again to give Tara the privacy to get dressed and rushed down the stairs, straight into the kitchen and over to the refrigerator, dropping her forehead against the door to cool down.


She didn’t hear JJ walk in until he pulled at her pants.


“What’s wrong, Momma?”


“Your mother’s a vixen-y tease, that’s what wrong,” she mumbled to herself before realising who exactly she was talking to and jumped back in surprise, “Uh...uh...nothing’s wrong, little man. Nothing at all. It’s Christmas!”


JJ luckily hadn’t caught Willow’s first words and just shrugged the exchange off, again pulling at the end of her pants.


“Wanna play Lego with me?”


Willow cleared her throat momentarily and nodded.


“You bet, Jake. Can I build the firetruck?”


“Yea!” JJ agreed eagerly, as he grabbed Willow’s hand and pulled her towards the living room, “Mommy started it and you can finish!”


Willow exhaled slowly as she was dragged into the living room and knelt down beside the pile of Lego.


“Mommy’s been starting things she can’t finish a lot today.”


“Mommy heard that,” Tara’s voice came from the doorway almost immediately and Willow shot her head around, wide-eyed, but the now fully-dressed blonde was just giving her a quirky half-smile, “And she has every intention of finishing. Later.”


JJ remained oblivious to the double meaning of the conversation happening around him as he diligently built his Lego while Willow blushed and averted her gaze, willing a change in subject.


“I, I didn’t baste the turkey.”


“I’m not surprised,” Tara replied, clearly amused, “It’s not in the oven.”


Willow felt the blush on her cheeks intensify but tried to control it as she turned her head towards her wife, attempting to appear nonchalant.


“Do you want me to help?”


Tara kept smiling and shook her head softly.


“I’ll take care of the food. If you and JJ could set the table before everyone arrives, that’d be great,” she answered before nodding towards her son, “And um, get him dressed?”


Willow nodded and managed a smile.


“No problem.”


Tara threw a wink in her wife’s direction before pushing herself off the doorframe and disappearing into the kitchen. Willow could hear the rustling of pots and pans as Tara went about the other preparations before turning back and picking up the firetruck her wife had started, taking peeks at the pictures on the Lego box to finish it in the style it was supposed to be.


She and JJ quietly built their miniature city with its full firefighting team over the next little while, and acted out a rescue mission in all its glory when they finished. They played with their constructions, both enjoying it as much as the other, until Willow gave a quick glance at her watch and deemed it was about time to get her son dressed.


“Come on, little man; let's get you ready for the rest of Christmas.”

[BuffyFan4ever]

Dibs

Great update. Hooray for Christmas!!! (Although I am jealous that J.J. got a Simpsons board game and he's only 5. I wasn't even allowed to watch the show until I was about 13)

Can't wait until the next chapter (and the lap dance).

[leonhart17]

Haha, Tara's a Christmas-sy tease but it's hilarious! Poor hormonal Willow's going to be pulling her hair out by the time they eat dinner!!!

[zampsa19752001]

Yay for excellent update-y goodness... Poor hormonal Willow. I hope Tara very soon gives Willow what she needs... I'm glad that overexcited JJ didn't hurt Willow... Can't wait for the rest of the celebrations....

[ToTheNetherRealm]

Loved it! Made me want to have Christmas too. There totally should be Cristmas at least three times a year, and one of them in July.

“Wow, it’s all shiny!”

Yeah, that was my reaction when I got my new computer too!

“Your mother’s a vixen-y tease, that’s what wrong,” she mumbled to herself before realising who exactly she was talking to and jumped back in surprise, “Uh...uh...nothing’s wrong, little man. Nothing at all. It’s Christmas!”

Nice save! Tara is such a tease, it´s not fair to a hormonal Willow.

Thank you, can't wait for the next one!

[Ariel]

Hi Laragh!

Oh, hotness! Yes, I loved Tara's teasing, but felt Willow's pain, too!

Christmas morning was sweet and full of love and hugs and presents and pancakes - perfect, in other words!

I'm excited for the little Leo's arrival and love the byplay between Tara and Willow, very sweet and very sexy. More than that, I love that they are women and that they have worked through a lot of their insecurities through loving and supporting each other over the years.

Ariel

[Laragh]

Hey guys

Thanks for sticking with me!

[BuffyFan4ever]

Thanks for letting us know. Hope everything's OK.

[leonhart17]

Hope you get better soon! Take your time!

[Finey_McFine]

Take care my JMT!!!

ps...sorry I missed fb on the last chapter or 2, but wanted to let you know that I'm still reading!! Mostly on my phone, thus the lack of fb:(

Feel better... you!

E.T.A...As for the chapter...LOVED IT! You really nailed the whole Christmas morning experience...great job! The one day of the year in which the entire kid calendar revolves:) Mine figured out the whole 'no Santa' thing after last Christmas, so it will be interesting to see how things play out. Anyway, lovely chapter!!! Can't wait to see everyone's reactions to Willow's pregnancy!!

[ToTheNetherRealm]

It's really sweet to let us all know. Hope that you feel better soon, take your time though.
Big hugs!

[zampsa19752001]

I hope it's nothing too serious... Take your time...

[taralicious]

Laragh,
I too hope your hospital visit is nothing serious and that you get a sponge bath from a voluptuous curvy nurse who looks looks like Amber.
As for the update, the Yuletide setting is a great psychological deterrent against the relentless tropical heat wave we in the Midwest of the U.S. are having at the moment with heat indices at 110+.
The only thing to do is crank up the a/c, have a Popsicle, and imagine licking the sweet sugary rivulets of grape-flavoured goodness which roll down Amber's chest.

[Laragh]

BuffyFan4ever –

Great update. Hooray for Christmas!!!

Nothing like some festive spirit in July

(Although I am jealous that J.J. got a Simpsons board game and he's only 5. I wasn't even allowed to watch the show until I was about 13)

Haha, really? It was a staple in my house from when I was a baby

(and the lap dance).

You’ll have to wait another chapter or two for that

Thanks for letting us know. Hope everything's OK.

No problem, I’m doing okay don’t worry

Thanks for commenting!

leonhart17 –

Haha, Tara's a Christmas-sy tease but it's hilarious!

Haha Christmassy tease, I like it

Poor hormonal Willow's going to be pulling her hair out by the time they eat dinner!!!

I’m sure she’ll be distracted by the delicious food

Hope you get better soon! Take your time!

Thank you!

Thanks for your comment

zampsa1975 –

Poor hormonal Willow. I hope Tara very soon gives Willow what she needs...

Tara always gives Willow what she needs

I'm glad that overexcited JJ didn't hurt Willow...

Definitely don’t want that happening!

Can't wait for the rest of the celebrations....

Hope you enjoy!

I hope it's nothing too serious... Take your time...

No don’t worry I’ll be just fine and dandy soon

Thanks for commenting

ToTheNetherRealm –

Loved it! Made me want to have Christmas too. There totally should be Cristmas at least three times a year, and one of them in July.

Splendid idea!

Yeah, that was my reaction when I got my new computer too!

Haha, me too! ‘It’s so shiny, and look at all the buttons!’

Nice save! Tara is such a tease, it´s not fair to a hormonal Willow.

Ha, but Willow wouldn’t have it any other way

Hope that you feel better soon, take your time though.
Big hugs!

Thank you, it’s muchly appreciated

Thanks for your feedback

Ariel –

Hi Laragh!

Hi!

Oh, hotness! Yes, I loved Tara's teasing, but felt Willow's pain, too!

Oh I have no doubt Willow has a payback plan

Christmas morning was sweet and full of love and hugs and presents and pancakes - perfect, in other words!

Christmas morning was always a minefield in my house so I think I’m projecting a little with these guys

I'm excited for the little Leo's arrival and love the byplay between Tara and Willow, very sweet and very sexy. More than that, I love that they are women and that they have worked through a lot of their insecurities through loving and supporting each other over the years.

I do love that extra dynamic there seems to be between two women in a relationship (extra is probably the wrong word, just...different) where you can be both girlfriends and girlfriends (or wives or partners or whatever the case may be). I’m excited for the baby’s arrival too! (But Willow’s not even showing yet so hold your horses )

Thanks for your feedback

Finey_McFine –

Take care my JMT!!!

Thank youuuu!

ps...sorry I missed fb on the last chapter or 2, but wanted to let you know that I'm still reading!! Mostly on my phone, thus the lack of fb:(

No worries, glad you’re still reading I’ll try and catching up on Racing soon!

Feel better... you!

Aww shucks, thanks

E.T.A...As for the chapter...LOVED IT! You really nailed the whole Christmas morning experience...great job! The one day of the year in which the entire kid calendar revolves:)

Just kids? I still live for Christmas

Mine figured out the whole 'no Santa' thing after last Christmas, so it will be interesting to see how things play out.

Aww :( Christmas is never the same after that. I figured it out when I was about 8, but I pretended to still believe until 11 ‘cause I got two sets of presents

Anyway, lovely chapter!!! Can't wait to see everyone's reactions to Willow's pregnancy!!

Ah yes, that shall be fun to explore! But it’s a while off yet

Thanks for your feedback!

PS I finally downloaded Raising Hope and started watching it before I got sent in here. I love it! My crush on Martha Plimpton is completely renewed!

taralicious –

I too hope your hospital visit is nothing serious and that you get a sponge bath from a voluptuous curvy nurse who looks looks like Amber.

Haha, thank you, that would be quite wonderful

As for the update, the Yuletide setting is a great psychological deterrent against the relentless tropical heat wave we in the Midwest of the U.S. are having at the moment with heat indices at 110+.

Yes, imagine much snow!! Imagine cold and you will feel it!

The only thing to do is crank up the a/c, have a Popsicle, and imagine licking the sweet sugary rivulets of grape-flavoured goodness which roll down Amber's chest.

A mango and mint popsicle? (You’ll only get that reference if you follow Aly on twitter )

Thanks for commenting!

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Update Directly Below

[Laragh]

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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

Chapter 22

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Previously:

Willow could hear the rustling of pots and pans as Tara went about the other preparations before turning back and picking up the firetruck her wife had started, taking peeks at the pictures on the Lego box to finish it in the style it was supposed to be.


She and JJ quietly built their miniature city with its full firefighting team over the next little while, and acted out a rescue mission in all its glory when they finished. They played with their constructions, both enjoying it as much as the other, until Willow gave a quick glance at her watch and deemed it was about time to get her son dressed.


“Come on, little man; let's get you ready for the rest of Christmas.”

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JJ acquiesced without any argument and they both went upstairs and into his room.


“Mommy got you a new Christmas outfit...” Willow said as she walked over to her son’s dresser and started rooting through it, “But I have no idea where she...aha!”


She spotted the red sweater that had a reindeer design over much of the front. She grabbed a pair of the boy’s plain black pants and a white shirt as well as new underwear and socks. She brought the pile of clothes over to where JJ was sitting on the bed and sat next to him. JJ pointed at the sweater.


“Like my jammies.”


“I guess they are,” Willow replied with a chuckle as she held the sweater up and examined it, before grinning at her son, “Mommy likes reindeer.”


JJ gave a giggle and a smile as well.


“Me too. ‘Specially Rudolph.”


“Well, look at this big, red nose,” Willow replied, pointing at the reindeer on the sweater, “I’m pretty sure this is Rudolph.”


JJ’s face lit up at that and he eagerly held his arms above his head, ready to don his favourite Christmas character. Willow laughed but moved her son’s hands down as she began to unbutton his pyjamas, slipping them over his shoulders and pulling his bottoms off, letting them all pile on the floor to collect later.


“Here, you can put your undies on,” she said, handing him his new underpants, which JJ pulled up his legs.


She then helped him into his shirt, sweater and buttoned his pants so they were secure. Just as she fixed his second sock around his foot, a sudden wave of nausea hit her from nowhere.


“Oh god,” she said, covering her mouth with her hand and bolting from the room.


JJ looked on in confusion as Willow ran from the room and waited for a moment before jumping from his bed and walking into the hallway. When he heard distinct reching and recognised the sounds of throwing up, he ran downstairs at full speed and threw himself around Tara’s leg, worry evident as he spoke.


“Momma’s sick.”


Tara looked at her watch and sighed as she saw it was what would normally be around the time Willow’s morning sickness kicked in and cursed herself for ‘jinxing’ it earlier.


“Like clockwork,” she muttered to herself before bending down so she was eyelevel with her son. They’d been able to avoid him having any knowledge of Willow being sick by making sure Tara had him downstairs eating breakfast or watching TV when it hit, to specifically avoid worrying him, but Tara figured it must have come on too quickly for Willow to react, “Will you help me make her some tea to make her feel better?”


JJ nodded and Tara lifted him onto the countertop while she flicked the switch on the electric kettle.


“Don’t touch that, honey, it’s hot,” she said to her son as she retrieved a mug and a teabag.


JJ’s features stayed creased in concern and he wringed his hands nervously before eventually piping up.


“Is Momma gonna die?”


“What?” Tara asked, her head snapping around to her son, “Sweetie, no. No, definitely not.”


JJ’s bottom lip trembled slightly.


“She’s been throwing up every day.”


Tara frowned to herself. They obviously hadn’t been keeping him as guarded as they thought they were. She quickly changed her frown into a smile to stop the boy from worrying and ruffled his hair.


“Momma’s just fine. Her tummy’s just a little sensitive at the moment.”


JJ looked confused.


“Why?”


Tara took a deep exhalation. She knew she couldn’t tell JJ the truth, it would be difficult enough for him to comprehend when Willow was actually showing, and they couldn’t expect him to keep it a secret until they were ready to tell everyone else. She opted to take a light-hearted tone in an attempt to alleviate her son’s distress completely.


“She’s been eating too many Oreos.”


JJ gave a small giggle.


“Really?”


“Uh huh,” Tara replied with a suitable grin, “Silly Momma, huh?”


JJ nodded with a matching grin just as the kettle boiled. Tara poured the water and encouraged JJ to dunk the teabag so he’d feel like he was helping until Willow appeared in the room, her features pale.


“We made you tea, Momma!” JJ exclaimed, pointing at the mug.


“Wow, thanks,” Willow replied, managing a smile as she sat onto a stool by the island.


Tara lifted JJ down from the countertop and brought the tea over to her wife while the boy rushed over to his redheaded mother’s side and crossed his arms over his chest, shaking his head at her.


“You shouldn’t eat too many cookies,” he said in a tone that Tara would have almost said was mocking her before he turned on his heels and marched out of the room haughtily.


Willow watched her son leave in bewilderment and heard the sound of the television being turned on before turning back to Tara, who was making her own cup of tea.


“Is is just me or has he inherited my tendency to randomly jump topic?”


Tara leant over the island as she held her mug between both hands, letting it warm her before sighing.


“He’s noticed your morning sickness.”


“Oh, well, yea, I did just run off and throw up,” Willow replied with regret before her eyes creased, “Wait...not...not before today too?”


Tara just nodded quietly and Willow frowned.


“And you told him it was because I ate too many cookies?”


Tara quirked an eyebrow.


“Well I thought it was better than ‘your mother’s harbouring your secret brother or sister inside her’.”


Willow had to concede that point and picked up her mug.


“Thanks for my tea.”


“You’re very welcome,” Tara replied, reaching across the island and taking one of her wife’s hands, “Sorry I jinxed it.”


“Nah, it woulda happened anyway,” Willow replied with a small smile, “It’s not like I’m not used to it. But I’ll be happy when the next two months are over. Bring on the second trimester.”


Tara smiled and walked around the island, wrapping one arm around her seated wife’s midsection and resting her chin on the redhead’s shoulder.


“I can’t wait. We can tell people,” she remarked wistfully before laying her hand against the smaller girl’s stomach and giving it a squeeze, “You’ll have a sexy baby bump.”


Much to Tara’s surprise, Willow shot out of her seat and out of her arms at that, standing a foot away and holding a hand up in front of her.


“Don’t you start again with the sexy!” she huffed, backing away, “I’m setting the table.”


“Okay,” Tara replied softly, walking back towards the cooktop and sneaking a lingering kiss against Willow’s cheek on the way, “I love you.”


“Yea, yea,” Willow replied, though with a blush and a smile that was refusing to hide as much as she tried to.


She bumped her hip playfully against her wife’s as she gathered some plates and then transferred them into the dining room. She popped her head into the living room, intending to ask JJ to help her set the table, but when she saw him giddily playing with his hamster plush toy again and making it mimic the voice of the cartoon playing on the television, she let him be to enjoy his new presents and went about the task by herself.


When she’d set the 12 adult places, all quite close together to accommodate the large volume of dishware, she moved onto the small plastic table they’d set up on the side, brought in from the yard, and set it with plastic dishes and cutlery for the two boys.


As she placed the final glasses down and made sure each setting had a napkin beside it, JJ ran into the room excitedly.


“Snoopy’s on!”


“It is?” Willow asked with equal excitement, ready for their traditional annual-watching of A Charlie Brown Christmas, “Well let’s go watch!”


JJ bounced up and down as he grabbed Willow’s hand and rushed them both back into the living room and jumped onto the sofa. Willow sank into the seat beside him and pulled him to her to stop him from roughhousing.


She wrapped her arm around him as he cuddled into her side and they settled comfortably together as Charlie Brown began to lament to Linus about his depression over the holiday season.


Willow noted with an adoring smile at her son that JJ started sucking his thumb at the same time as Linus did on-screen.


They watched contently as Charlie brooded his way through the Peanuts gang, interjecting the silence with soft giggles as the cartoon characters' strange movements and exaggerated actions caused endless amusement until Snoopy’s head suddenly popped up as Schroeder was playing piano with Lucy and JJ looked up at his mother with wide-eyed excitement.


Willow got a playful glint in her eyes and jumped from the sofa, holding her hands out for JJ to take, who did and joined the redhead in standing.


They tapped their feet along to the tune of the piano for a few moments as they watched the screen and then simultaneously began to flail their arms and legs around in sync with Snoopy, stamping their feet in perfect choreography of what was a well-rehearsed dance until the animated dog slumped off the screen, blushing and Willow dropped to her knees, scooping her flushed son into her arms and hugging him tightly.


“I love you, Jakey.”


“Love you, too, Momma,” JJ replied, quite happy to be squeezed but trying to keep his attention on screen, “We’re gonna miss them decorating the tree!”


“Okay,” Willow replied, standing again but keeping JJ in her arms as she went back to the sofa and sat down, the boy sitting in her lap, head cushioned against her chest.


She rocked them side to side slightly as they watched the conclusion and both joyfully exclaimed ‘Merry Christmas Charlie Brown!’ along with the Peanuts. As they credits started to roll, Willow held up her hand for a high-five, which was readily given and dropped a kiss on top of her son’s head.


“You’re the best Snoopy dancer in the world!”


“Really?” JJ asked, looking embarrassed but smiling, “Sometimes I practice even when it’s not Christmas.”


“Well, it shows,” Willow replied with suitable admiration, “You’re wonderful.”


JJ dropped his gaze for a moment but it quickly shot back up when he noticed some familiar blue figures out of the corner of his eye on the television screen.


“Smurfs!”


“Smurfs!” Willow echoed with a grin as ‘The Smurfs Christmas Special’ flashed across the screen.


They lapsed into silence again as rapt attention was paid to the holiday-themed story of the classic cartoon; Willow holding JJ tightly in reassurance during the slightly darker parts of the episode and they swayed in spot as the smurfs sang the catchy ‘Goodness Makes The Badness Go Away’.


When the credits started to roll, Willow turned JJ around so he was sitting sideways in her lap and smiled at him.


“Who’s your favourite smurf?”


JJ contemplated for a moment before giggling.


“Jokey. He plays funny jokes.”


“He does,” Willow laughed before raising an eyebrow at her son, “What about Smurfette?”


JJ blushed and ducked his head and Willow started to lightly tickle his stomach through his sweater.


“I think you like Smurfette.”


“No,” JJ protested through laughter, “Girls are yucky!”


“Oh really?” Willow asked, finally relenting in her actions, “Am I yucky?”


JJ shot Willow a look as if she was crazy.


“You’re not a girl,” he said, puzzlement on his face, “You’re...Momma.”


“Oh I see,” Willow replied with more than a hint of amusement, “And Mommy?”


“Is Mommy,” JJ responded, wondering how his mother didn’t get it, “You’re weird.”


“Oh so first I’m not a girl and now I’m weird?” Willow questioned, holding back a grin, “You should be nice to me, you know, Santa’s already making the naughty list for next year.”


JJ’s eyes widened and he clapped a hand over his mouth for a moment before dropping it with a repenting look on his face.


“I’m a good boy.”


Willow smiled softly and moved a hand up to stroke some hair off his forehead.


“You’re the best boy,” she answered before moving her hand down to tap her son’s new watch, “Would you like your first lesson on telling time?”


“Yea!” JJ responded enthusiastically, holding his wrist up to his face and examining it, “Why does it count to 12?


“Ah, well...” Willow started to reply in explanation, “That’s because every day has 2 sets of 12 hours. You see those other lines that are moving? They’re called hands.”


JJ scrutinised his watch and tried to comprehend what his mother was saying, but it was just a little bit too complicated. Willow noticed and covered the watch with her hand so JJ looked up at her.


“Do you know how many minutes are in an hour?”


JJ nodded proudly.


“60! We learned that in school!”


“Exactly,” Willow smiled and uncovered the large watch-head again, “Okay, now this bit may seem tricky. Each number on your watch means 5 minutes.”


JJ looked both bewildered and upset that he couldn’t understand at that, so Willow quickly took his hand and used his finger to point along the numbers.


“See, 1 means 5 minutes. 2 means 10 minutes. 3 means 15 minutes. 4 means–”


“20 minutes!” JJ interjected with glee.


“Well done!” Willow proclaimed proudly, “Can you get the next one?”


JJ stared at the number ‘5’ for a moment and tried to mentally count for a few moments before offering a tentative answer.


“25?”


Willow beamed at her son.


“You are so smart,” she said with a proud smile, and pointed at the watch again, “Let’s start from the beginning.”


They moved though the numbers until they got to ‘12’ and JJ giddily pronounced it as ‘60’.


“And when it’s 60, it’s a new hour,” Willow clarified, “Because then all 60 minutes in the hour are up.”


JJ nodded along and Willow saw him whispering numbers under his breath. She waited until he seemed to be satisfied before continuing.


“So you see how the two hands...remember that’s what we called them earlier? See how one is little and one is big?”


JJ nodded again and Willow smiled at him.


“Okay, the little one is for the hour and the big one is for the minutes. You can remember that because ‘hour’ is a little word and has the little hand and ‘minute’ is a big word and has the big hand.”


“Big word, big hand,” JJ repeated, absorbed in staring at his watch, “So, the big hand is pointing at 3...so that means 15 minutes.”


“Exactly!” Willow replied ecstatically, “And the hours are even easier, because wherever the little hand is pointing, that’s what hour it is.”


JJ peered at the contraption on his wrist before nodding definitively.


“11.15.”


Willow squealed excitedly and planted a warm kiss on the boy’s forehead.


“You are a genius, little man! You just told the time!”


JJ flashed a toothy grin just as his other mother came to the door, looking concerned.


“Why did I hear squealing?”


Willow bounced JJ in her lap and turned her gaze to her wife.


“He told the time!”


Tara’s eyes widened and she all but ran over to them.


“Already?!”


“Are you surprised?” Willow asked, glowing with pride, “We’ve got a future MacArthur Genius Grant winner on our hands here.”


JJ had no idea what his mothers were talking about but was happy to be caught up in the hysteria as Tara scooped him from Willow’s lap and spun him around the room.


“You. Are. So. Smart,” Tara said, punctuating each word with a kiss to his face, “My baby boy.”


“I’m not a baby,” JJ protested and Tara shook her head with a smile.


“No, you’re not. But you’re still my little man. What time is it now?”


JJ stared at his watch for a few moments before smiling at his blonde mother.


“11.20,” he replied matter-of-fact.


Tara smiled and looked at her son in wonder.


“I’m so proud of you.”


“So am I,” Willow’s voice piped up as she stood up and walked over to hug JJ from the other side.


JJ let himself be squeezed for a minute or two before boredom got the better of him.


“Can I play on my computer again?”


“Of course you can,” Tara replied as both women kissed either of his cheeks and the blonde put him on the floor, “Have fun.”


JJ skidded across the room on his knees to his computer and opened the lid again; resuming the game he’s stopped earlier. Tara moved her hand up to the redhead’s cheeks and kissed her, warmly and sweetly before pulling back with a smile.


“He told the time.”


“I know,” Willow replied softly, “That’s our boy.”


The sound of a timer rang out from the kitchen then. Tara looked over her shoulder and placed another tender kiss on her wife’s lips before letting her hands fall, leaving the room again with a dropped kiss on top of JJ’s head.


“You having fun, honey?” Willow asked across the room.


“Uh huh,” JJ nodded, tearing his attention away for a moment to regard his mother, “Wanna play?”


“You bet,” Willow responded before feeling a sudden throb in her bladder, “I’m just gonna go the bathroom and I’ll be back, okay?”


JJ nodded and turned back to the game while Willow left the room and went up the stairs, relieving herself in the bathroom before starting back down. Just as she was halfway down the stairs, the shrill sound of the doorbell rang throughout the house. She continued to make her way towards the door and JJ skidded into the foyer at the same time, excited.


“It’s Uncle Xander or Uncle Jesse! I saw the car!”


“Well let’s see then,” Willow replied with a smile, knowing it would be one of her two colleagues if JJ saw the black SUV.


She walked over to the door, with JJ at her heels, and swung it open to see a grinning Xander, a pleased-looking Anya and a very excited Alex, who had a very full backpack secured over his shoulders.


“I brought my presents!” Alex exclaimed as soon as the door was open, directed at JJ, “Wanna see?”


JJ nodded eagerly and the two boys rushed off into the living room to compare their newest acquisitions. Anya, apparently, had a similar idea as she thrust her arm in front of Willow’s face, dangling the shiny silver bracelet hanging from it.


“Isn’t it the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen?”


“Apart from my wife and child?” Willow asked, deadpan.


Anya dropped her hand and narrowed her eyes.


“Tara can appreciate fine jewellery,” she stated as she marched further into the house and towards the kitchen, disregarding the fact that Tara had of course already seen her new bracelet when they’d gone shopping.


Xander stepped into the house as well and wrapped his arms around Willow in a warm hug.


“Merry Christmas, Willster.”


“And to you,” Willow replied affectionately before they separated and she closed the front door, “Alex liked his presents?”


“Oh yea,” Xander replied, grinning, “I’ve been racing him in a Cars game all morning.”


Willow laughed loudly.


“So were me and Jake. Then we had a full-scale search and rescue Lego mission.”


Xander nodded approvingly.


“It’s great having kids, huh?”


Willow’s hand instinctively went to her stomach, but she quickly dropped it so she wouldn’t arouse suspicion.


“It sure is,” she answered before gesturing towards the living room, “Come, sit. Can I get you a drink?”


“It’s a little early,” Xander replied jokingly, hitting Willow on the back lightly, “Nah, I’m gonna wait ‘til we’re eating.”


Willow didn’t get a chance to respond since as soon as the two entered the living room, JJ was jumping up and down excitedly in front of them.


“Santa got me and Alex the same thing!” he gushed, pointing between their two laptops, “He has the same games and everything!!”


“That Santa’s got some smarts,” Xander commented, “He must’ve known you two were friends.”


Alex and JJ stared wide-eyed at each other for a moment before both exclaimed ‘cool!’ loudly and got back to playing with their new toys while Xander and Willow sat on the sofa and began chatting.


Anya and Tara appeared in the room just a few moments later, Anya talking animatedly and still pointing at her wrist and Tara was graciously offering her compliments.


Buffy and Angel, Becky and Brian, Michelle and Ira and Jesse, Alice and Ella all arrived at various points throughout the next hour, and crowded into the living room, apart from Ella who zipped between the lower half of the house in her walker and the boys, who went into the backyard to play with the Frisbee.


Everyone was conversing happily with each other as the food cooked in the kitchen until Anya moved off from her conversation with Tara and sat next to Willow on the sofa.


“You should eat less salt,” she said in her standard, blunt tone.


“Um, sorry?” Willow asked in confusion, smiling apologetically at her father, whom she’d been having a conversation with before Anya interrupted.


“Less salt,” Anya repeated, gesturing at Willow, “You have your period, right?”


Willow, along with the 5 men in the room, blushed bright red as Anya’s loud words rang throughout the room.


“Um, no,” Willow replied quickly, before trying to turn back to Ira.


Anya, however, didn’t let up and pulled Willow’s attention away again.


“Oh, so you retain water before your period? You should still eat less salt. It’ll make you look less puffy.”


The entire room became deathly silent and Willow’s entire face dropped as errant tears sprung to her eyes immediately. She jumped up from her seat and bolted from the room, the distinct sound of sobbing coming alongside the sound of her thundering footsteps on the stairs.


“Jesus Christ, Anya,” Tara spat in a venomous tone that she rarely ever took, and never with her friends before running out of the room and following her wife upstairs.


The rest of the room stayed in stunned silence for several moments before Jesse broke it.


“Jeez, Anya, I’m a dude and even I know you don’t say something like that.”

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Is this posted right? I was given pretty specific instructions on how to do this and I dare not face the wrath of an angry Laragh

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Dibs. Great Update. Whoever posted for you did great.

They obviously hadn’t been keeping him as guarded as they thought they were.

Kids are always more observant than grown-ups think.

Loved Willow and J.J.'s Snoopy Dance.

Also loved J.J.'s first time-telling lesson. He is so smart. He is so much like both Willow and Tara, it reminds me of the whole nature vs nurture debate.

I hope Tara's able to calm Willow down quickly after Anya's remarks. I also hope Anya realizes that what she was rude. It was a bit too Cordelia-esque for my tastes.

Can't wait for next week.