BuffyFan4ever –
Great chapter. Quality is definitely better than quantity.
Funniest line:
“What if I was actually dressed as a schoolgirl?”
Hahaha, Tara knows how to rend everyone speechless
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vazy –
Lookit me reviewing as I talk to you, as normal.
It’s like you’re double-teaming me
Sorry its been so long since I reviewed somehow it always skips my mind.
Do not worry young Vazy I am in great joy just to know thoust doth read.
Is it bad that I now totally wanna eat all that food that Will had? I am bloody starving.
I would do illegal things to get my hands on one of those sandwiches right now.
Very nice lunch date between the two and I am glad that they shall have many more.
I am glad you enjoyed their lunch
Can't wait for them to see the little bundle of joy to be growing inside of Willow.
Did you watch HIMYM yesterday? If so *spoiler alert* I was writing this when Marshall pulled out the sonogram picture and flailed.
Totally appreciate you posting and writing this despite the fact you had exams, and whoever gives a damn about it being shorter than normal will feel my intense glare of hate and possibly some balled up paper bouncing off their head.
Your intense glare is appreciated. I assume it is similar to when anime characters get mad, with massive narrowing of the eyes and a quick close-up. I assume this because life is so much more interesting to imagine everyone else is a cartoon and there for your enjoyment.
We could split a Cinnabun.
I like milk.
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zampsa19752001 –
I really liked their lunch-date... Willow & the Little Munchkin sure have a healthy apetite
They sure do!
Can't wait for their first meeting with their baby...
Hope you like how it goes!
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leonhart17 –
Aww, love their little lunch date! Married dates are fun!
I don’t have personal experience, but in theory, I definitely want them
I nervous Willow is super cute! Love it!
Nerves give way to excitement quickly!
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AstronSoul –
As always a fabulous job! I do like my fluff!
Good thing ‘cause I do like to write it!
I love this, I almost wished Willow was having a sip of water and did a spit take! Very well played by Tara.
Lol a spit-take would’ve been funny. I shall have to include one somewhere
It begins, Willow eating for two in a big way, lots of food for a growing baby!
Can’t have the baby coming out undernourished now, can we?
I just love how the tease each other, very open and relaxed.
Well they’ve been together a long time, I guess ease comes with age.
Lol Willow and her mom 'excuse' adorable. I can understand why she is worrying, but Tara is right as well no point in worrying till there is an actual problem.
Quite right, unnecessary worrying is...unnecessary. Like I’d give them something to worry about anyway
YAY!!! We get to see the baby soon. WOO and HOO!!!!!
You do! And they do! We all do!
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Ariel –
The breadstick attack, Willow's shyness about being so hungry, very sweet.
And their footsies under the table - okay the Hot-o-Meter is smoking and about to explode!
THEN the whole "blush like a schoolgirl" and "dress like a schoolgirl" Hilarious!
Hehe glad you enjoyed it, all very fun to write
Glad they're making time for a lunch date; that's important, especially now.
Most definitely. They’re not gonna forget they were partners long before they were ever parents
Agree with AstronSoul; their teasing and banter is a constant delight, you have that one NAILED, girlfriend!
Lol, why thank you, but I can’t take the credit, that is the one aspect that really just writes itself
Anyway, so glad to see this fic! It's only been a week but I was jones-ing for an update!
Does this make me your drug dealer?
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leos_pride –
I originally found this fic while searching for something new to read and when I realized this was a sequel, I had to go back and read HC first
both are absolutely wonderful and I have truly enjoyed both. You stay true to our girls while giving them a very real AU like outside of canon. Can't wait for the next update!
Wow, thank you!
I’m glad you’re enjoying the ‘verse
And I’m super happy you feel the characters stay true to themselves, I really try my hardest to do that. Who wants to read a W/T fic where they aren’t W/T, right?
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Finey_McFine –
Awww, sweet chapter! I loved their lunch date:) There's just something about married lunch dates...I love them personally as well. I'm glad they are setting some time aside for each other; it's like they're falling in love all over again.
Now you made me ‘aww’
When/if (hopefully when) I get married, I want to have married dates too.
I enjoyed hungry Willow and hope that she develops some weird food cravings as well. That would be fun!
We’re definitely gonna have to have some fun with cravings at some stage. Maybe at an inopportune time...
Short but awesome chapter! Looking forward to 'seeing' the baby next week!!
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beautiful_love –
I'm so far behind on your story... again. Stupid real life and work getting in the way.
Don’t worry, it’s no problem. I’m so major behind on fics as well, I wish I could blame RL but it’s more like medication-is-making-me-unable-to-concentrate-for-more-than...what were we talking about?
Very cute update. So sweet. Sometimes it's those simple dates that are really the best. And you did such a great job describing it all, especially Willow's appetite, which made me chuckle. And then the whole cuddle in the back seat. Just filled with sweet moments.
Aww thank you, I’m glad you liked it
I love writing the date-like events between them and them being all lovey and such.
And just a side note,
“What if I was actually dressed as a schoolgirl?”
I am all in favor of making that happen.
I did make it happen once already, don’t wanna overkill
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taralicious –
Willow can nibble on my breadstick anytime she wants.
She much prefers Tara’s fish.
For food, for sex, for sex involving food...
All good qualities in a woman
For it to be otherwise would signal that something was dreadfully wrong between the two of them and we can't have that, now can we...
Nope, no, never.
You know how to appeal to my favorite fantasy; Tara and Willow role-playing as schoolgirls and there is food involved.
What can I say, I know my audience.
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Update Directly Below
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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 34 ********
“Okay, now I’m really excited,” Willow whispered to Tara as they sat in the waiting room of the clinic, “We’re gonna see the baby! Move and, and wiggle and...be alive.”
Tara smiled excitedly and nodded.
“I know.”
Willow tapped her feet impatiently and looked down at her watch.
“It’s already 2:05. Our appointment was for 2. Where’s the doctor?”
Tara took one of Willow’s hands between hers to stop it from fidgeting and looked at her reassuringly.
“I’m sure she will call us as soon as she’s ready.”
Willow leant her head back against the wall and sighed but didn’t say anything else as she tried to convey some semblance of patience. Her foot continued to tap but her hand lay still between Tara’s until a familiar, cheery voice called from the side.
“Willow and Tara Rosenberg-Maclay.”
Willow was up like a shot and pulled Tara with her, rushing past the doctor with a smile and going into the exam room, going straight over to the exam table that was set up in the corner of the room as always.
“Just a second, Willow,” Dr. Wells spoke up as she closed the door behind them, “We have a couple of things to do before you get up there.”
Willow let out an obviously disappointed and slightly dramatized sigh and the doctor looked at her sympathetically.
“I know you’re probably eager for the ultrasound. I promise I’ll be as quick as possible.”
Tara pulled Willow over to the pair of seats sitting opposite the desk the doctor was moving behind and sat down, seeing Willow do the same beside her. The doctor sat down in her own chair and tucked the seat further into the desk before clasping her hands together on top of her desk, regarding them with a wide smile.
“Congratulations. I haven’t seen you since we drew the blood work to confirm pregnancy.”
“Thank you,” Willow beamed, swinging her legs under her chair excitedly, “We’re very,
very happy.”
“I would imagine so,” Dr. Wells replied warmly, “And how are you feeling?”
“Wonderful!” Willow responded heartily and saw both Tara and the doctor give her a look, so added meekly, “Nauseous, tired, and extremely irritable.”
Dr. Wells gave an understanding smile and opened a file that Willow saw her name scrawled across, producing a pen and beginning to scribble.
“Getting sick?”
Willow nodded.
“Every morning. But just the morning,” she answered, before a crease of worry appeared on her forehead, “Is that bad? Should I be getting it more?”
“No, no,” Dr. Wells reassured as she wrote, “On the contrary, you’re quite lucky it only comes once a day. But I know you probably don’t feel that way.”
Willow just smiled and looked down at her belly before giving a shrug.
“Worth it.”
Dr. Wells smiled softly as she continued to write.
“Any other symptoms apart from the morning sickness and irritability?”
“Well, it’s not just irritated. Happy, sad, angry, pissed off, hor–” Willow cut herself off by clearing her throat as she realised what she was about to say, embarrassed despite herself, “I kinda switch emotions about 50 times a day.”
Dr. Wells raised her head and smiled kindly.
“I’m gonna prescribe you some more Vitamin B6 to take each day. That should help with mood swings and nausea. Also getting some regular, gentle exercise and keeping relaxed should help,” she said, drumming the side of the pen against the paper, “Anything else you’ve been feeling that you didn’t before?”
Willow looked down at her feet.
“Swollen ankles. Nothing big. I’m just not wearing my tighter shoes.”
“All par for the course, I’m afraid,” Dr. Wells answered as she wrote it down, “If those or anything else starts to feel excessive in any way, please let me know.”
Willow nodded in agreement and Dr. Wells smiled at her before turning to Tara.
“And how are you coping?”
“She’s been an angel,” Willow answered before Tara could, looking at the blonde adoringly, “Even when I’m being a–”
Tara shot Willow a look to stop her from using the word she was about to and the redhead amended the end of her sentence.
“Hormonal mess.”
Tara gave a soft smile and looked towards the doctor.
“I just...try to make her feel better.”
“You do,” Willow whispered softly.
Dr. Wells pretended to write something down as the couple shared a loving look and let them have their moment before speaking again.
“The regular exercise and keeping as relaxed as possible goes for you too. The calmer you both are, the calmer the pregnancy will be. I know it can be incredibly frustrating for the partner during pregnancy but just focus on the little bundle that will be in your arms by the end of it.”
Tara smiled and nodded.
“Trust me, that has all my focus.”
Dr. Wells offered a look of satisfaction.
“Good. Is there anything else either of you are feeling that you want to share? Especially you, Willow, not that I want you to be worrying about every twinge you have, but do let me know if you feel something’s off. I’ve often found a mother’s instinct is the biggest indicator of something wrong.”
Willow shook her head.
“I can’t think of anything else,” she responded and Tara nodded in agreement.
“Okay, then,” Dr. Wells replied, standing up, “Well if I can get you to get into the exam gown on the table, I can start the physical exams. I’ll just give you a moment.”
She left the room as Willow walked over the exam table, spotting the gown that was sitting ready on the end and quietly disrobing before pulling the thin plastic over her arms, feeling the ends hit against her knees. She tried to reach behind herself to tie the strings but found herself struggling to get her fingers around the threads so looked over her shoulder towards Tara, who was peering at a poster on the wall depicting the size of a foetus throughout the weeks of pregnancy.
“Little help?”
Tara pulled her attention away from the poster and started to move towards Willow.
“Of course.”
She tied the top set of strings securely around her wife’s neck, then moved her hands down to the pair hanging by her waist. Willow looked over at the blonde with a grin.
“Does my butt look big in this?”
Tara laughed.
“Your butt looks naked,” she replied, slipping a hand under the fabric and giving the redhead’s cheek a quick squeeze.
“Hey!” Willow squealed, jumping in place, before giving her wife a warning look, “Don’t tempt me Tara, happy to horny in 0.5 seconds, remember? I’m in no state to resist and I really don’t want us kicked out of the doctor’s office. We have a baby to see.”
Tara just smiled and removed her hand, tightly pulling the strings together so Willow was modestly covered.
“I always feel itchy in these things,” Willow said as she used her arms to push herself onto the end of the table and sit on it, one hand moving to drag her nails along her thigh, “Just...scratchy.“
“Maybe ‘cause you’re a little nervous when you’re in them?” Tara asked, putting a hand on her wife’s shoulder and giving it a squeeze.
“Yea, probably,” Willow replied, moving her hand on top of Tara’s and moving it a little inwards, “Can you massage my neck?”
“Mmhhmm,” Tara murmured, sliding her hands inwards along Willow’s shoulder blades and digging her thumbs into the back of her neck.
Willow gave a moan of appreciation and lolled her neck forward to stretch the muscles being kneaded until she heard a quick knock and looked up to see the doctor walking back through the door. She felt Tara’s hands slip away and saw Dr. Wells start to move back.
“I’m sorry, do you need another moment?”
“No, no,” Willow replied with a light flush, “Just a sore neck.”
The doctor shut the door behind her and made strides towards Willow, gently taking her neck and moving it from side to side.
“Is it stiff?”
Willow swallowed a few times as her head was pointed towards the ceiling.
“Uh, no.”
The doctor felt around for another few moments before dropping her hands and giving a satisfied smile.
“Nothing to worry about. Your body’s getting ready to have a baby; it’s stretching and moving already. You’ll have quite a few aches,” she said sympathetically before giving a slight grin and looking at over at Tara, “But hopefully manageable if you have your own personal masseuse at hand.”
“You hear that?” Willow said, looking over her shoulder, “You have to massage me. Doctor’s orders.”
“Yes, dear,” Tara replied drolly.
Dr. Wells moved over to a balance scale against the wall and started tinkering with it.
“Willow, can I get you to step on this?”
Willow slid off the table until her feet hit the floor and walked over to step on the scales. She self-consciously watched as the doctor slid the weight across the beam until it balanced.
“Is that healthy?” she asked and the doctor nodded as she spun in place to take Willow’s file from her desk and note it.
“Perfectly,” Dr. Wells replied as she left the file back and picked up a measuring tape that was sitting at the top of her desk, “I’m just gonna measure around your stomach area, okay?”
“Um, yea,” Willow replied and tried to fight the natural urge to suck in her breath while the doctor took a few measurements around her stomach.
When she was finished noting those results as well, Willow looked at her expectantly and got a nod in return.
“Also, healthy.”
Willow smiled in relief and let the doctor guide her back onto the table and secure the blood pressure cuff around her arm, letting it squeeze her and watching as the result was noted on the paper again.
“What happens if there’s like a flood? Or a fire?” Willow asked, looking at her file lying on the table, “And all that information is lost?”
“I note it all in the computer when you leave,” Dr. Wells smiled, “Which is sent to an external server at the hospital as well as kept in our own records, so your information will always be available if there’s an emergency.”
Willow nodded along as the doctor spoke.
“Good. Great.”
Dr. Wells grabbed onto the ends of her stethoscope.
“I need to do a quick breast exam.”
“Oh. Okay,” Willow replied, tugging at the sides of the collar of the gown, “Do you need me too...?”
Dr. Wells nodded.
“If you wouldn’t mind.”
Willow tugged at the back of the strings around her neck and slowly pulled the gown down to her waist, swallowing her embarrassment and exhaling slowly as the doctor began to palpate around her breasts.
“Are they tender?”
“No, not really,” Willow shook her head, “They’re bigger. Maybe a little more sensitive.”
Dr. Wells nodded and continued her exam.
“Just be gentle around them, they may get more sore over the next little while.”
Willow nodded in understanding and then looked away from the examination happening to try and feel more comfortable and noticed Tara was also averting her gaze, which caused her to let out a quiet giggle.
“You’ve seen them before.”
Dr. Wells looked up momentarily but quickly returned to the task at hand when she realised it wasn’t her being addressed. Tara blushed but smiled in her wife’s direction before the doctor spoke again.
“Willow, could you lift your arms over your head?”
Willow bent her elbows out and put her hands on top of each other on top of her head. She took a brief glance down and suddenly noticed a hardness in her nipples she hadn’t even felt happening. She quickly turned towards her wife.
“Tara,” she whispered hurriedly, pleading with her eyes for the blonde to lean down.
Tara understood and leant down so her ear was against Willow’s mouth and heard an almost inaudible whisper.
“It’s just the cold.”
She was confused for a moment before her leaning position allowed her to see what Willow had just seen as well and moved so that it was her mouth against Willow’s ear.
“I didn’t think anything else.”
She pulled back and smiled in reassurance. Willow looked both relieved and embarrassed at her thought as the doctor spoke again.
“And your hands on your hips.”
Willow complied as the doctor asked her to press her palms into her hips and then lay down as she was instructed, counting the ceiling tiles as her breasts were palmed for another few moments until she felt the gown being pulled up across her chest again and gratefully slipped her arms back inside.
“Okay, that’s done. All looking well. I’m sorry, I know it’s uncomfortable,” Dr. Wells apologised before looking even more regretful, “I’m afraid the next part is even more uncomfortable.”
“Right,” Willow nodded, tapping her hands against her knees as she felt the strings being tied around her neck again by Tara, “I know the drill. Ankles up, legs apart.”
“Well not how I’d put it clinically,” Dr. Wells replied with a small laugh in her voice, “But yes, I need to perform a pelvic exam.”
She turned away to retrieve a pair of gloves and Willow tried to settle comfortably against the table, turning to see her wife grinning from where she was standing by her head, though with the table’s elevation their faces weren’t too far apart.
“Ankles up, legs apart, huh?” Tara whispered, keeping a straight face, “I’m normally the one saying that to you.”
“Say it later,” Willow whispered back, stretching her neck up to pop a quick kiss in her wife’s direction and throwing her a wink, “You might just get lucky.”
Tara quirked one side of her lips upwards as the doctor placed a folded-up blanket across Willow’s midsection and draped it down to her knees, then took a small stool from under the top of the table and sat on it between her legs with a tray of medical instruments lying near her.
She guided Willow’s feet into the stirrups and made sure the blanket covered her before reaching to her tray of instruments.
“Okay, Willow, I’m going to insert the speculum. Let me know if you feel any pain.”
“Okay,” Willow called down and unclenched her hands by her sides as she turned her head to Tara, “I hate this, distract me.”
Tara carefully leant her elbow against the top of the table and moved her head against her palm just a few inches above Willow’s face.
“What...would you like for dinner?”
Willow smiled and shook her head, ignoring the cold metal and uncomfortable ache in her groin.
“As long as there’s lots of it I don’t care.”
“I’ll make sure of it,” Tara smiled, “I’ll collect JJ and help him with his homework and then I will cook up a storm just for you.”
“I’ll do his homework with him,” Willow replied, then smiled widely, “I get all excited when he gets his math right.”
Tara nodded slowly and cleared her throat.
“Okay, but leave his reading to me.”
“How come?” Willow asked in curiosity, “Is that a special Mommy-JJ thing I don’t know about?”
“No,” Tara shook her head, “You can take the next book if you’d like. I just think I should take this one.”
Willow’s brow creased.
“Why? What’s the book?”
Tara inhaled deeply and swallowed audibly.
“Tara?” Willow continued, seeing her wife was obviously hiding something, “What book is it?”
Tara exhaled a slow breath before gritting her teeth and sighing.
“Froggy Learns to Swim.”
Willow’s eyes went wide in alarm and it took every ounce of willpower to keep her body still. She felt Tara’s hand move down to entwine their fingers together.
“Willow, calm down.”
Willow opened and closed her mouth before finally finding words.
“They’re, you’re, letting our 5 year old son read horror stories and you want me to calm down?!” she hissed.
Tara closed her eyes, remembering the exact reason she’d neglected to tell her wife the name of their son’s most recent reading assignment when she’d spotted it and rubbed her temple before opening her eyes in comfort.
“It's a children’s book. I have read it cover to cover. I promise there’s nothing frightening.”
Willow gave Tara a look that told her she didn’t think that was possible.
“It’s a frog.”
Tara dropped her hand from her face and wiped some hair from Willow’s brow.
“I know. And I know they scare you. But we can’t warn him away from liking something or having an experience just because we’re scared,” she replied before adding with a slight grin, “And honey...it’s just a book.”
Willow went to speak but the doctor got there first.
“Willow could you exhale slowly and try to relax your muscles for me, you’ve tensed up. The speculum isn’t hurting you, is it?”
“No, no,” Willow replied and cleared her throat as she loosened her muscles, “Sorry.”
Tara gave her wife’s hand a squeeze and looked apologetic.
“I’m a bad distracter.”
Willow kept her head still but cast her eyes in Tara’s direction and gave her a small smile.
“And I’m an over-reactor,” she replied, running her thumb over the back of Tara’s hand “What does that make us together?”
Tara pretended to contemplate the question for a moment before smiling.
“Happy.”
“Sounds about right,” Willow replied, then sighed in relief when she felt the speculum removed from inside her.
“Over?” Tara whispered when she saw her wife unwind.
Willow nodded gratefully and closed her legs as the doctor moved from between her legs and brought her instruments over to be sterilised. Tara lightly massaged Willow’s scalp as the redhead adjusted herself back onto the table and called over to Dr. Wells as a thought crossed her mind.
“You said earlier, about the records being sent to the hospital as well. Which hospital?”
Dr. Wells started walking into another corner of the room but looked over her shoulder to address Tara.
“Well our clinic is affiliated with Buffalo General, but I can do all your prenatal care from here so you won’t have to worry about that until it’s actually time to deliver.”
Willow’s face fell for a moment when she heard that but she didn’t really even process the thought as she noticed the doctor pulling the ultrasound machine towards them.
“Oh my god, oh my god,” she gushed, her heart starting to pound in her chest with excitement, “Tara...”
“I know,” Tara smiled, squeezing Willow’s hand again, “Breathe, darling.”
“Yes, breathing is recommended,” Dr. Wells commented with a small smile as she brought the machine alongside the table, “Can you lift your gown above your stomach, Willow?”
Willow kept the blanket secure around her hips and pulled the gown up from beneath it, folding it over her chest. The doctor pushed the blanket down just a tad in the middle so Willow’s pubic bone was exposed and squirted some of the saline gel onto Willow’s stomach.
“Just a warning, Willow, I’m going to try to use the abdominal ultrasound, but you’re still so early in your pregnancy that I may have to do a transvaginal one instead.”
Willow nodded eagerly.
“I don’t care how you do it; I just wanna see the baby.”
Dr. Wells smiled and flipped a switch on the machine, then unwind the transducer probe and pressed it in the middle of the jelly on Willow’s stomach, spreading it around a little.
“Is your bladder full?”
“Yes,” Willow answered with a small squirm, “Very.”
“I’ll get to give me a sample as soon as we’re finished here so you won’t have to hold it too long,” Dr. Wells replied, moving the transducer to where she needed it to be, “Okay, here we go.”
Both Willow and Tara waited with bated breath as the doctor moved the probe around and talked them through what they were seeing and the different things she was checking until a clear picture of a curved space of blackness appeared on the screen, a small blob deposited right in the center.
“And there...is your baby.”
There was a stunned silence from the couple for a few moments before Willow started laughing joyously and reached out to touch the screen.
“Hi! Hi, baby!” she said, emotion streaming from her voice, “Tara, look! We have a, a...kidney bean!”
Tara laughed, her smile impossibly wide on her face.
“Hi, little bean,” she said softly, “Mommy’s here.”
“So’s Momma,” Willow added as she traced the image on screen with a finger.
Some coloured lines reached across the foetus as the doctor took some measurements, then started pointing to things on screen.
“See these little buds? That’s the arms and legs starting to grow,” she said, seeing both women’s smiles stretch to the point that it must have hurt, “And that little fluttering right there? That’s the heartbeat.”
Tara’s eyes shone with unshed tears as she watched the tiny flutter over and over again until she heard her wife’s voice.
“Can we hear it?”
Dr. Wells peered at the screen and looked contemplative.
“I can try. It’s very early and unlikely we can pick up on it for another few weeks, so there’s nothing to worry about if we can’t hear it, okay?”
“Okay,” Willow answered but her tone was still tinged with hope, “But we can try?”
The doctor reached over to press a button on the ultrasound machine. A humming noise not unlike rushing water filled the room as the doctor moved the probe some more around Willow’s stomach until a distinct and speedy
lub-dub sound reverberated against the walls.
“Well, we’re very lucky,” Dr. Wells smiled, “Strong enough for us to hear.”
Tara gasped and wrapped the hand not holding Willow’s tightly around the metal bar of the examination table, her knuckles going white. Willow didn’t dare breathe in case it somehow disturbed the perfect thumping sound echoing around them. She felt her own heartbeat start to drum in the same rhythm and an overflow of emotion started to pour from her heart, only compounded when she looked up and saw tears stream down Tara’s cheeks.
“Don’t cry,” she said, her voice starting to break, “If you cry, I’m gonna cry.”
Dr. Wells recognised when a couple needed a minute to themselves from the hundreds of patients she had helped conceive and discreetly reached over to pause the screen so the image of the baby would stay on it.
“Tara? Would you like to hold it?” she asked and held it in place as Tara’s shaky hands rounded the device, then stood up, “I’ll give you both a moment.”
The couple barely registered the doctor leaving; Willow letting the few errant tears escaped her ducts and Tara making sure she kept the probe steady as she leaned down and pressed her lips against her wife’s forehead.
“We, we need this on a CD or something, it’s the perfect sound, it’s perfect,” Willow said, her words jumbling together in exhilaration, “I could mix it with a file of JJ laughing if I just got a recording device and then we could listen to both our...our babies...”
She trailed off and looked at the screen in awe.
“Look at what we did.”
Tara inhaled deeply and reached out with her spare hand to tap a finger against what was the bowed arc of their baby’s head.
“We made a little miracle.”
“Wow.”
Willow grinned and ran a hand down her still-tingling naked body as she lay on her back alongside her wife in the same position, chest heaving and a look of amazement on her face.
“Told you I’d be more energetic.”
“That...” Tara replied, swallowing to get some moisture in her mouth, “That was... definitely energetic.”
Willow stretched her toes out and wiggled them.
“Did you like the thing I did with my–”
“Yes.”
Willow turned her head on the pillow towards Tara, whose eyes were closed.
“You don’t know what I was going to say.”
Tara just shook her head.
“Doesn’t matter. It was all incredible.”
Willow gave a smug smile and let her eyes close to enjoy the warmth and satisfaction coursing through until she felt a shift in the bed and opened her eyes to see Tara had moved onto her side next to her.
“Don’t go asleep yet.”
“Okay,” Willow grinned, not having planned on sleeping right that second anyway, “You wanna go again?”
“I don’t know if my body’s physically capable of going again,” Tara laughed and started twirling a single finger in an ‘S’ shape down Willow’s chest, stopping when she got to her stomach and placing her palm flat on it, “I want to sing to the baby.”
Willow’s eyes widened a little in surprise.
“Oh.”
Tara smiled shyly.
“I want him or her to know my voice.”
Willow smiled and covered Tara’s hand on her belly with her own.
“That’s a great idea. You should definitely do that.”
Tara beamed and looked down.
“Can I start now?”
Willow nodded.
“You don’t have to ask. My tummy is your captive audience at any time.”
Tara leaned down and pressed their lips together for a few lingering moments before pulling away and shuffling down the bed until her head was resting just above Willow’s stomach. She traced her index finger around the curve of the bump and spoke quietly.
“Hi, little bean. It’s Mommy. I’m gonna sing to you for a bit, okay? You’re too tiny to let me know if you don’t like it, but your brother always liked this one so I hope you do too.”
She started humming softly, getting the right tune in her head for the song she wanted to sing,
’Baby Mine’ by Allison Krause before eventually opening her mouth to sing.
Baby mine, don't you cry,
Baby mine, dry your eyes,
Rest your head close to my heart,
Never to part, baby of mine.She closed her eyes and imagined she was singing to the baby in her arms.
Little one, when you play,
Don't you mind what they say,
Let those eyes sparkle and shine,
Never a tear, baby of mine.She continued to caress Willow’s stomach as she sang.
If they knew sweet little you,
They'd end up loving you too,
Oh those same people who scold you,
What they'd give just for the right.
To hold you.She hummed a little more and repeated a few more lines before starting on the last verse.
From your head down to your toes,
You're not much, goodness knows.She couldn’t help the large smile as she remembered the small image on screen, the printout of which was securely in her nightstand whenever either of them wanted a look.
But you're so precious to me,
Sweet as can be, baby of mine.She kissed right above Willow’s bellybutton.
Sweet as can be,
Baby of mine.She trailed off and started placing more kisses along Willow’s stomach.
“I love you, little bean,” she whispered before her attention was turned upwards when she heard sniffling and saw her wife wiping at her eyes. She quickly moved back up her body and held her close around the waist, “Oh, Willow, don’t cry. We both did that enough earlier.”
“I’m sorry,” Willow hiccupped, “It’s just...when you sing...and
Dumbo...and our baby...and little bean!”
Tara made some soothing noises in her wife’s ear before opening her mouth to sing again.
Baby mine, don't you cry,
Baby mine, dry your eyes.Willow felt thumbs wipe at her eyes before Tara pulled her head down to her chest and began stroking her hair.
Rest your head close to my heart...Willow could only smile and love overwhelmed her and listened to Tara softly croon in her ear.
Never to part, baby of mine.
I'll join the crowd and say I'm so excited! 
Also their doctor reminded me of my gynecologist, there really are doctors around who are that sensitive and caring - bless them all!