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TITLE: Family Confidential
AUTHOR: Laragh
CHAPTER RATING: NC-17
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 45 ********
Tara placed the phone back onto the receiver and bounced into the living room. She saw Willow sitting on the sofa, reading from ‘The Birth Book’ which was propped up on her belly, with her bare feet resting leisurely up on the coffee table, wearing grey sweatpants and a t-shirt that didn’t quite cover her swelled stomach.
Tara walked over and slipped a knee either side of her wife so she was facing and straddling her. She was about to say something when she noticed the t-shirt Willow was wearing - an oversized black tee with white lettering that spelled out ‘I Love My Girlfriend’; a shirt that had been bought at a pride parade when they were in college and that Tara hadn’t seen in quite a few years.
She looked up at her wife with a raised eyebrow.
“You better not have a girlfriend, much less one you love.”
“It’s the only thing that fits me anymore,” Willow giggled as she closed her book and placed it on the armrest, then entwined both sets of fingers with Tara’s, “Hello.”
Tara smiled and opened her mouth to say what she’d come in to say but instead found herself jolting in surprise as Willow used the opportunity to pull her into a kiss and easily slip her tongue into her mouth. Before she even had a chance to register what had happened, her surprise increased as she found herself on her back with Willow alongside her body, half-straddling her.
She squirmed as Willow's hand slipped beneath her shirt and began to caress her stomach.
“Oh, hi!” she gasped, panting loudly as a palm ran over her nipple, then shook her head and pushed at her wife’s shoulders, “Willow, JJ!”
“Playing with the kids next door,” Willow murmured, her lips attached to the blonde’s neck as she took some generous squeezes of Tara’s breast through her bra, then slid her hand down and popped the button on her pants.
Her fingers slipped beneath the fabric and under Tara’s panties, wasting no time in finding the bump in her hot flesh, rubbing over it with a vigorous speed. Tara gasped again but was helpless against Willow’s touch and lolled her head back over the armrest with a long moan.
Willow moved her fingers back and forth with an ever-increasing pace until they were slipping off every few seconds from Tara’s slick build-up of arousal. She removed her hand from her wife’s pants and yanked at the side of them, pulling them and Tara’s panties down to her mid-thigh before moving her hand back to where it was before and thrust two fingers deeply inside.
Tara dug her teeth into her bottom lip to contain her excitement but throaty sounds still escaped as Willow pumped her fingers in and out fiercely and made a ball of hot tension coil in her abdomen. She tried to buck her hips in time with Willow’s thrusts but found she was restricted from the weight of her wife’s stomach against her so just rotated them around instead.
She could feel the tension swelling with each second until she knew there was just no more room for it to expand and it finally broke, spreading throughout her body like wildfire and expressed through a lengthy, guttural moan.
As her body calmed, she felt fresh tingles shoot through her as Willow placed a series of small butterfly kisses on her face. After a minute or two of enjoying the sensation she fluttered her eyes open to see Willow’s already staring back at her and promptly found a pair of lips kissing her own.
When Willow pulled back, Tara reached a hand up and ran it down her wife’s hair before letting it fall back down beside her.
“I, um... I just came to...” she tried to voice her original intention of coming in the room before being side-tracked but still found her breath heaving, “I just came to tell...”
Willow grinned and pulled her hand from between Tara’s legs, bringing it up to her mouth and licking her glistening fingers.
“You just came.”
Tara blushed and turned her head to the side.
“I came to tell you...” she tried again but lost all coherent thought as looked back and watched Willow sucking her fingers into her mouth, a faux-innocent look on her face, “Something.”
Willow very slowly pulled her fingers from her mouth, loving the entranced look on her wife’s face as she did so, then brought her hand down to take a hold of Tara’s wrist, sliding their palms together,
“While you’re remembering,” she said in a seductive tone, bringing their conjoined hands up, “Would you like to put this hand to better use?”
Tara could only nod and started to move to bring their lips together when they both heard the sound of the front door being opened. With alarm and panic etched on their faces, they scrambled together to pull Tara’s pants and panties back on and get into a less compromising position.
Tara had just managed to secure the button closed and Willow had jumped to the opposite side to the sofa and picked up her book, pretending to read as JJ appeared in the room, his hands stuffed into his pockets.
“Hi, honey,” Willow said, her voice coming out a few octaves higher than normal, “I thought you were playing next door.”
“Their Daddy came to bring them to the ‘quarium,” JJ explained before taking a jump-step towards Willow and looking at her hopefully, “Can we play on my ‘puter?”
“Sure,” Willow agreed, nodding shiftily though JJ was too oblivious to notice anything askew, “Go get it and we’ll play.”
JJ threw a fist in the air triumphantly and scurried out of the room, his footsteps pounding against the stairs a moment later. Willow and Tara stayed deathly still and silent for several seconds before looking at each other and both burst into laughter.
“That was sooo close,” Willow hissed through laughter, bringing the opened book up to cover her face, which just made Tara laugh more.
“Thank god it was just him; you’re not even reading the right way around.”
Willow pulled the book away and giggled as she saw the words were indeed an upside-down jumble. She put the book back on the armrest, then leaned over and popped a warm kiss against her wife’s lips. When they pulled apart, Tara leaned just a little bit further to whisper in Willow’s ear.
“I’ll take care of you later.”
“Countin’ on it,” Willow grinned, “So, um...what was it you came to tell me?”
Tara blushed and laughed.
“I booked the Lamaze class,” she said with a playful role of her eyes that it had taken so long to get out, “We start next week on Thursday evenings. Michelle already said she and Ira would take JJ for the few hours.”
“Great,” Willow replied enthusiastically, glad they had finally settled on a particular class after deliberating over a few different ones, “That’s good. Is it bad that I didn’t want to go for the one with the Friday classes ‘cause I didn’t want to have one on my birthday in a few weeks?”
“Not at all,” Tara replied reassuringly, “We’re both so tired by Friday night anyway, so we wouldn’t be at our best going in. And this one is in the centre closer to us, so it’s really the best option. If we went to the Friday night ones all across the city, we wouldn’t get home until way after JJ needed to go to bed, it would just be too disruptive. And it would’ve ruined my birthday plans for you.”
“I thought we were just having a family dinner,” Willow replied, a hand resting on her stomach, “I’m exhausted every night carrying this one around all day. I know it’s boring but I’d really just like to stay at home.”
“I know, and we are,” Tara replied with a nod of her head and a grin, “But I need time to make all your favourite dishes.”
“Oh okay,” Willow replied with a pleased smile, “Great. So what do you want to do today?”
Tara was silent for a moment as their conversation sparked a thought in her mind before speaking.
“Um, I actually need to go out of a bit and pick up a few things. Is that okay, can you stay with JJ?”
“Sure,” Willow replied happily, “Hey, bring me back some ice cream. Something with chocolate.”
“No problem,” Tara responded and stood up, pressing a passing kiss against Willow’s lips as she did so before gesturing around herself, “I’m just going to go...freshen up.”
“Good idea,” Willow grinned as she waggled her eyebrows, then slapped Tara’s butt as the blonde passed her.
Tara jumped in place and shot a wry grin in her wife’s direction.
“Behave.”
“Never,” Willow replied, sticking her tongue out between her teeth and giggling as Tara playfully shook her head before disappearing out of the room.
Willow heard two sets of footsteps on the stairs a moment later, then smiled as JJ walked through the doorway, carrying his laptop with both of his hands. He lay on the floor and opened the computer, but looked around as Willow called down to him.
“Hey, honey, I can’t lie on the floor, my tummy’s too big.”
JJ sighed and picked his laptop up, walking over to the sofa and shimmying into the seat beside Willow. He made no effort to start the laptop up and just stared at Willow’s bump.
“When’s the baby coming out?”
Willow rested one hand on her belly and used the other to stroke JJ’s hair.
“Still a little while. Four months.”
“That’s foreverrrrr,” JJ whined dramatically before slapping Willow’s stomach, “There’s no more room!”
“Don’t hit me,” Willow said sternly, before explaining, “And my body will make room. I’m going to get a lot bigger. You want a strong brother or sister, don’t you?”
“Yeah,” JJ agreed a reluctant tone, then looked curious, “Does the baby eat vegetables?”
Willow smiled.
“I eat them and the baby gets them from me.”
JJ contemplated that for a moment before looking hopeful.
“Can you eat my vegetables?”
Willow laughed and shook her head.
“Nice try, buddy.”
JJ sulked for a moment but quickly got over it as he switched his laptop on and watched the start-up animations. Tara’s head popped through the door just a few seconds later.
“Be back in a bit.”
“Bye, beautiful,” Willow smiled over and JJ gave a distracted wave until he heard the door slam and looked to his mother.
“Where’s Mommy going?”
“Shopping,” Willow replied before leaning over conspiringly, “She’s bringing us back ice-cream!”
JJ’s eyes lit up and he kicked the sofa beneath his feet excitedly before tapping the buttons when the screen finally loaded.
“Wanna play the Tigger game? You gotta bounce around and help find pots of honey for Pooh!”
“You bet!” Willow replied enthusiastically, “But remember, when you’re bouncing, what does Tigger always say?”
“Look before you leap!” JJ responded wholeheartedly with a toothy grin.
Willow clapped her hands before wrapping her arm around her son’s waist, pulling him into her side. They played the adventure came; JJ controlling the actions of the on-screen Tigger while Willow offered encouragement and helped him find the hidden honey pots.
After progressing through several levels and acquiring piglet as an accomplice, Willow noticed JJ repeatedly rubbing his eyes and pushed the lid of the laptop down slightly.
“Is the screen hurting your eyes, honey?”
JJ nodded and continued to rub his eyes, so Willow closed the laptop completely and reached forwards to place it on the coffee table, then wrapped her arms around her son.
“Do you want a nap?”
JJ silently shook his head and cuddled into Willow’s side for a few quiet minutes before sitting back up.
“Can I go play with my cars in my room?”
“Of course,” Willow replied, dropping a kiss on top of his head, “Have fun.”
JJ slid off the sofa and strolled from the room. Willow moved her feet back to the coffee table and picked her book up again to read. She had gotten through the chapter on natural pain relief and was just starting the one on breathing technique when a loud knocking on the front door caused her to put it down.
She pushed herself up and walked out of the room and to the front door, opening it to reveal Anya and Alice standing there.
“Uh, hi guys,” she said in surprise, then rolled her eyes as Anya pushed her way through the door, “Please, come in why don’t you.”
Alice offered a small wave as she too stepped over the threshold and followed Anya who had headed towards the living room. Willow closed the door and joined the other two, clasping her hands together in front of her.
“Can I get your guys anything? Coffee or something?”
“No, thank you, we just wanted to–” Alice started to say, but was abruptly stopped as Anya stepped forward.
“Willow, this is an intervention.”
“This isn’t–” Alice tried to speak again but was once again cut off as Willow spoke louder.
“An...an intervention? An intervention for what?”
Before Alice could interject and alleviate the situation, Anya had plucked a folded up piece of paper from her pocket and began to read from it.
“Willow. We are your friends and we can’t let this go on any longer. The time has come that I have to tell you that your pregnancy has affected me very negatively. Your over-reliance on clothing that don’t fit correctly has gone on too long. Last week, when we were all having a picnic in the park and those hot guys playing football passed us, they didn’t even look at my legs that I spent an hour in the tanning salon getting just the right brown or how perfectly my make-up had been applied, because they were too focused on looking at your belly hanging out of your shirt, uncomfortably so, might I add. This hurt me, Willow–”
Anya was cut off as Alice grabbed the sheet from her hand and glared at her, shaking her head repeatedly. Anya tried to grab her letter back to finish but Alice just scrunched it up into a ball and held it hostage before turning to Willow to apologise and explain, but didn’t get a chance.
“You guys are having an ‘intervention’ to tell me I’m too fat?” Willow asked in disbelief, “Anya I expect this from, but really, Alice? Really?”
“No,” Alice said resolutely, holding up a single hand defensively, “What we came today to say was, we think, being previously pregnant women, that...We came to offer...”
“Maternity clothes!” Anya announced, clapping her hands together and offering a winning smile, “And that’s why we are here. We are bringing you shopping.”
“Oh,” Willow replied, self-consciously pulling at the end of her shirt, “I was just saying to Tara that none of my clothes fit me anymore.”
“I’ll say,” Anya replied before brightening again, “But you are very lucky that you have us! Together, we know every elasticised waistband and vertical stripe trick in the book.”
Willow kept one hand pulling her t-shirt down and tucked a piece of her own hair behind her ear with the other.
“It’s... nice of you guys to offer to take me shopping, but I’ve got JJ, Tara’s out doing stuff. He wouldn’t appreciate being dragged around a department store.”
“Xander is in the park playing catch with Alex,” Anya offered as a solution, “We can drop him off on the way.”
“He’d like that,” Willow replied with a small smile, “He loves playing with that old mitt my dad gave him. They wouldn’t mind? They’re not having some special father-son time?”
Anya shook her head.
“They’d gathered a small group of children when I was leaving. I think he was setting up a baseball game.”
“You in?” Alice asked hopefully, “We’ll treat you to some cake afterwards. To show we definitely don’t think you’re too fat.”
Willow gave a small smile and nodded.
“Yeah I’m in. Let me just go get changed.”
“Good idea,” Anya replied before screeching as Alice harshly nudged her side, “What?”
Willow just rolled her eyes and left the room, going upstairs and standing in the doorway of her son’s room.
“Hey little man. How would you like to go play some baseball with Alex and Uncle Xander?”
JJ jumped up from the floor and nodded eagerly.
“Yeah!”
“Okay, get your mitt and go downstairs,” Willow responded with a smile, “Aunt Alice and Aunty Anya are down there. I’ll be down in a minute and then we can go.”
She left JJ bouncing around his room looking for his baseball mitt and went to her own, finding a pair of Tara’s jeans that fit her a little better than any of her own and pulled a large sweatshirt over her head. She checked herself out in the mirror and pulled the sweatshirt down some more before giving herself a resolute look.
“Screw them for making me feel self-conscious,” she muttered to herself, before sighing, “But I do need new clothes.”
With one final look, she turned on her heels and walked back downstairs. The front door was open and Willow could see Anya and Alice walking towards a silver BMW, Anya’s car, ahead, while Alice was standing in the doorway and started speak in a rush as soon as she saw the redhead.
“Willow, she got the intervention idea in her head, I tried to talk her out of it, I swear. I just came along because I remember shopping for maternity clothes and thought a helping hand might be...useful.”
Willow reached the end of the stairs and offered a small smile to let her know it was okay.
“I appreciate it. Hey, at least I know Anya cares enough to be part of an intervention for me.”
Alice gave a small laugh and looked relieved that she hadn’t upset her friend as Willow grabbed her purse and keys and they started to follow Anya and JJ to the car.
“I hope shopping for clothes with her isn’t anything like shopping for toys.”
Willow chuckled as she pulled the door closed behind them.
“Well I don’t see any whistles, that’s a good sign.”
Alice looked away and visibly shuddered at the memory of Christmas shopping as they reached Anya’s car. Willow got into the backseat beside JJ as Alice got in the passenger side in the front.
Willow gently threw the baseball her son had back and forth for him until they arrived at the park, where Xander and Alex were waiting at the entrance. Anya opened the child-locked door for JJ to run over to them and Willow waved them off through the window.
She absently listened as Anya started to rant about an anti-capitalism presenter on the radio she had just shut off, but was mostly just daydreaming until they finally parked in the large parking lot of the mall.
The three women walked into the mall and to a large department store, Anya leading the way to the upper level of maternity clothes.
“Okay, we need layers and we need colours. But not the horrible clashing ones you normally wear...”
Willow turned the offended section of her brain off, knowing it wouldn’t be good for anyone, including the baby, if she let every little thing Anya said get to her and focused on the well-meaning part of the whole excursion. She tried to listen to the tips Anya was spouting from her mouth before a familiar face caught her eye and a huge grin broke out on her face.
“Hey, I’ll just be one sec, okay?” she called to the other two.
“Don’t be long; we have a lot of clothing to look through!” Alice replied with what could have been real or mock-enthusiasm; Willow wasn’t paying enough attention to decipher.
“Although not all of it, I refuse to let you buy anything with a floral print,” Anya added, “Even if you don’t like to apply that rule to yourself sometimes.”
Willow bit her tongue and forced a smile.
“Meet you upstairs, okay?”
Alice nodded in acknowledgement before she and Anya headed towards the escalator and Willow turned around and walked back a few aisles.
“Hey gorgeous, come here often?”
Tara snapped her head up at the sound of her wife’s voice and quickly shoved her arms, and the items in them, behind her back.
“Willow! What are you doing here?”
“Trying my luck with a sexy broad in a department store,” Willow giggled, not noticing Tara’s quick movement and gave a small smile, “Anya and Alice decided it was time to take me maternity shopping.”
“Oh,” Tara replied in a neutral tone, “That was nice of them.”
“Yeah...” Willow replied cagily, before waving a hand dismissively, “I’ll tell you the whole story later.”
Tara nodded in agreement and wondered how she could get Willow to another part of the store so the redhead wouldn’t realise what section they were in and ruin what was supposed to be a surprise.
Unfortunately, at that particular moment anyway, she had married a woman with keen observational skills and an ever-present curiosity.
“So whatcha doing?” Willow asked, looking around the rails surrounding them and noticing they were filled with different kinds of underwear, “Buying some sexy lingerie to wear for me?”
Tara pursed her lips together to try not to give anything away, but it just had the opposite effect as her silence answered the question anyway.
“
Are you buying some sexy lingerie for me?” Willow asked excitedly, then jumped in place as her eyes widened in realisation, “Are you buying for my birthday?”
Tara kept her lips pursed for a moment before sighing in defeat.
“Yes. Now scoot so I can keep shopping.”
“Show me what ya got,” Willow replied, trying to look around Tara to what was hidden behind her back only for the blonde to turn her back into the rails, “Show me. Show me, show me, show me!”
“No, Willow,” Tara responded insistently, “If you see it now it won’t be a surprise on your birthday.”
“Who wants to be surprised?” Willow asked over-enthusiastically, before giving a definite nod, “You know, I would say it’s even a bad idea for me to be surprised. The baby feels what I feel. We don’t want to startle the baby.”
“It’s not going to work Willow, I’m not–” Tara started to speak but was cut off as Willow suddenly made a grab behind her back while her guard was down and snatched the article she had been trying to hide, “Willow!”
Willow was too busy gaping at the garment, or rather garments, she was holding by the hanger; matching black bra and panties, with fishnet stockings hanging a garter belt attached beneath them.
“Holy...Oh my god this would look...insanely incredible on you.”
“It doesn’t matter,” Tara replied, setting her jaw, “I’m not getting it.”
“Do you need money?” Willow asked, scrambling to get purse down her arms, “I have money.”
“I just went to the ATM,” Tara responded, indignantly crossing her arms over her chest, “I’m still not getting it.”
“Whyyyy?” Willow whined, jutting her lower lip out.
“Because you’ve seen it,” Tara replied pointedly, taking the hanger back and slipping it back over the rail.
“I’ll forget!” Willow responded, clapping her hands together, “Baby brain! I have total baby brain! I, I can’t even remember why I’m in this store!”
Tara dropped her arms and shook her head.
“That’s twice you’ve tried to use our unborn child to see me in something skimpy.”
Willow turned her clasped hands into a begging pose.
“Please, Tara, please,” she pleaded, not caring what she looked like to any other of the store patrons, then lowering her voice so only Tara would be able to hear, “You’ve never worn a garter belt before, not even at our wedding. Please.”
“I’m not buying that. You’ve seen it. And I’m not going to ruin an eleven year tradition we’ve had of surprising each other,” Tara replied before a small smirk played on her lips, “But if you go do your shopping with the girls right now and
promise not to try and look at what I’m buying...I
will get something a with garter belt.”
Willow’s eyes widened and lit up and she nodded so quickly Tara thought she could give herself whiplash.
“Deal! Deal, deal, deal, deal, deal!” Willow replied, throwing her arms around the blonde, “Thank you, thank you!”
Tara embraced her wife for a moment before pulling away and spinning the redhead in place, pointing ahead of her.
“Go!”
Willow scurried off, almost looking back once before remembering the agreement and keeping her gaze forward as she stepped on the escalator to join the other two in the maternity section.
It didn’t matter what Anya said to her that afternoon, nothing was going to take the smile from her face.
“Willow Danielle Rosenberg-Maclay!”
Willow jumped back in fright and had a deer-caught-in-headlights look on her face for a moment before quickly looking defensive and crossing her arms over her chest.
“Don’t you middle name me, Tara Marie!”
Tara motioned over her shoulder with her thumb.
“Out.”
Willow stood firm on the spot.
“I can’t look in my own closet?”
Tara eyed her wife and shook her head.
“Not when you’re looking for what I know you’re looking for.”
Willow’s defensive look momentarily turned to guilt before changing again in an instant to nonchalance.
“I was just putting my new clothes away.”
“Mmhhmm,” Tara replied unconvinced, looking over at the various sized bags of clothes Willow had brought home, untouched on their bed, “Have you developed telekinetic abilities?”
“If I did, your shirt would be off,” Willow replied sarcastically, then averting her gaze as she knew she’d been caught.
Tara walked over to where Willow was standing and pressed a single hand against the closet door, shutting it and shaking her head.
“Do you really think I even hid it in there? The first place you’d look?”
Willow dropped her arms and grabbed Tara’s hands hopefully.
“At least tell me the colour.”
“No,” Tara replied adamantly, “Bring it up again and I won’t wear it at all.”
Willow’s pout deepened and she walked over to the bed, sinking onto the edge of the mattress.
“Meanie.”
Tara walked over and sat beside Willow, taking her hand and resting her chin on her wife’s shoulder.
“You’ll like it.”
Willow turned Tara’s hand over in hers and drew circles on her palm for a moment before offering her a small smile.
“You could wear granny panties and a coconut bra and I’d like it.”
Tara pressed her lips against Willow’s cheek and lingered for a few moments before pulling away and looking over to the bags in the middle of the bed.
“Come on, show me what you bought.”
Willow saw an opportunity and took it, moving her hand to Tara’s thigh and squeezing it.
“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” she said with a seductive puff only to throw her hands up in frustration when she just got a warning look in response, “Fine. I give up. I’ll be surprised.”
Tara gave a pleased, victorious smile and gestured to the bags.
“Give me a fashion show.”
“Okay,” Willow responded after a moment, jumping up and gathering her items, “The girls actually really knew their stuff. I would’ve breezed past a lot of things that I ended up buying.”
“Well they’ve had the experience,” Tara replied as Willow removed her sweater and pants, “Are those my jeans?”
Willow picked up the fallen jeans and hung them on the back of the chair at the vanity table.
“Yeah, sorry. Anya wouldn’t be seen in public with me in sweats. I didn’t stretch them, I promise, I wore them under my bump.”
“I don’t mind you wearing my clothes, you know that,” Tara replied with a smile, “Just curious.”
Willow smiled and nodded as she rooted through one of the bags and retrieved something, pulling the royal blue dress over her body and fixing it properly on herself.
The dress fell to her knees and the sleeves stretched to her elbows, while a modest v-neck covered her chest and a front tie fell over her stomach.
Willow pulled at the neckline until she was satisfied with its placement and turned in place.
“Whaddya think?”
“That is beautiful,” Tara replied in a tone Willow could only describe as ‘swooning’, “You are beautiful.”
Willow blushed and gave a bashful smile.
“It’s really comfortable.”
“Well it looks phenomenal,” Tara replied, slowly letting her eyes run from Willow’s face, to her feet and back again, “Very good buy.”
Willow beamed and did another twirl.
She tried on things from the rest of the bags, one other dress and a collection of tops until she was just standing in her bra and panties, rooting through them.
“The rest are just pants and stuff,” she said before pulling out a pair of jeans, “Oh but hey, check out these jeans.”
She dragged them up her legs and pulled the elasticised waistband snugly around her bump, then turned so her back was to her wife. Tara whistled approvingly.
“I am very jealous of how tight they are hugging your butt.”
“I know!” Willow replied giddily, looking back at her behind with a grin, “And it’s all stretchy in the front so they’ll grow with me.”
“If I don’t rip them off you every time you put them on,” Tara responded with a sly wink before standing and walking to the corner of the room where a small plastic bag that Willow hadn’t noticed before was lying on the floor, “I actually got you something today too before I knew you were going shopping.”
“You did?” Willow asked in curiosity, stepping forward as Tara walked back to her.
“I did,” Tara confirmed, taking what was revealed to be a plain black t-shirt from the bag, unfolding it out to reveal the words ‘I Love My Wife’ in white lettering, “I thought you needed an update from the ‘girlfriend’ one. Kinda pointless now, you don’t need the oversized t-shirts anymore.”
Willow covered her mouth with her hands in awe at the gift before dropping them to take it and pulled it over her head.
“No, I love it. I
love it,” she replied emphatically, before suddenly gesturing wildly around her, “Wait, wait!”
She bounced over to the dresser and doused the t-shirt with a few squirts of Tara’s perfume before turning back to her wife, bringing the shirt up to her chest to inhale the familiar scent.
“Now it’s perfect.”
Tara gave a pleased smile that her wife liked her gift so much.
“Well I know you don’t like to be factually inaccurate.”
Willow moved forwards and wrapped her arms around Tara.
“Thank you,” she whispered with a tight squeeze before pulling away and hugging the t-shirt to her chest, “It’s still way comfier than anything I bought today. I’ll wear it all the time. Even if Anya holds another intervention.”
Tara placed her hands on Willow’s hips and pulled her forward so their abdomens hit against each other.
“I love your little bump. Whatever clothing it happens to be surrounded by.”
Willow smiled too.
“Will you love it when it’s the size of a watermelon and covered in stretch marks?”
Tara nodded resolutely.
“Even more.”
Willow put her hands on her belly.
“I love it too,” she admitted, one side of her lips quirking up before she threw her arms around Tara’s neck and popped a kiss on her lips, “And I really, really, really love you.”
Glad she's ok .
Oh, Laragh! That one had me giggling for sure! Thanks! *wipes eyes*
You are so good at hotness that you could um, uh, make a living . . okay, stopping now! Seriously, no porn career proposed – just a joke, but you do write the W/T stuff amazingly well! And thank you for that! *fans self, drinks glass of ice water* Bottom line (no pun intended, 
) GREAT work!
