Less talk.. more update
Here We Go!
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Willow and Tara sat patiently in the hallway at Sunnydale Elementary School. Tara held an awake, but drowsy, Michelle in her arms while Willow rummaged through the diaper bag searching for the infant’s pacifier.
“I think we must have left it at home”, the redhead announced after several more minutes of unsuccessful scavenging.
“Well, I think she’ll be okay”, said Tara, “If she starts to get fussy we can always give her a bottle.”
Willow started to nod her head in agreement, but suddenly stopped, her eyes getting wide. “Uh, Tar…”
“Tell me you remembered the bottle”, the blonde sighed.
“Um, well…” her wife replied, “I remembered the bottle in the sense that I remembered to take it out of the fridge to bring with us… but… I kinda forgot to put it in the bag.”
“Oh, Will…” Tara gently chided.
“Well, I’m sorry”, the hacker responded, “But with the whole not sleeping for the past three days…”
“I know, I know”, her lover soothed. “It’s alright. We’ll deal with it. She’s pretty sleepy right now, so hopefully she’ll just nod off completely.”
An attractive African-American woman stepped out into the hall from the school’s administrative offices. She looked over to the two women and smiled.
“Mrs. Rosenberg-Maclay?” she asked.
“Yes?” They both answered, looking up to her, her grin widening.
“I’m Charlotte Geary, Emily’s counselor”, she said, introducing herself, “Please join me in my office.”
Willow and Tara nodded and rose, following Charlotte past the front desk and toward the back of administration. Her office was comparable to any other school counselor’s office the pair had encountered throughout their own school days. The walls were lined with bookshelves, there were the occasional incidence of student photos and drawings all signed with love to “Miss Geary”, a few plaques adorned the wall along with a couple of diplomas. Willow and Tara sat opposite the counselor at her desk, Michelle making a few soft sounds of protest at the sudden influx of movement.
“What a beautiful baby”, Charlotte complimented, “She’s so tiny, how old is she?”
“Four days”, Willow answered proudly, but wearily none-the-less.
“Well, congratulations”, said the counselor, “I had no idea you were expecting.”
“Emily didn’t mention anything?” Asked Tara, concerned.
“We’ve only been in session for a little over two weeks”, Miss Geary explained, “and I haven’t yet had the opportunity to speak with Emily one on one, though I look forward to doing so.”
“Emily told us that she didn’t know about her test scores”, Willow replied, “But she is very excited at the notion of being promoted to fourth grade.”
“So you’ve spoken with your daughter about this?” Charlotte clarified.
“Of course”, Tara answered, “We keep a very open dialogue with our children, Miss Geary. Before we make any kind of decision that may affect Emily’s life, we always make sure it’s what she wants first.”
“Please, call me Charlotte”, the woman smiled, “And that is a very admirable and rare quality to find in a parent these days. I must say it’s refreshing.”
“What steps do we need to take now”, asked the redhead.
“Well, signing of paperwork, of course, uh… Emily will need to take an equivalency test in order to get credit for her third grade year before she can be promoted. She will pass with relative ease, I’m sure. Of course she will be given the opportunity to study prior to the exam. The only concern I really have is how well she will be able to adjust to being around children older than herself. Since she is only advancing one grade-level she should be fine. Plus, there is the added bonus of being with a familiar teacher. Her second grade teacher, Ms. Henckle, was just transferred to fourth grade after our previous fourth grade teacher Mr. Banfield accepted a job out of state. It was Ms. Henckle who first brought Emily to my attention.”
“Emily has often spoke fondly of Ms. Henckle”, Tara noted, “I’m sure she’ll be incredibly excited to be in her class again.”
“As is Ms. Henckle to have her”, Charlotte grinned. “Ms. Henckle is also the fourth grade G.A.T.E. teacher. Gifted And Talented Education. Emily will be learning at an even more accelerated rate than just advancing her grade level can provide. She will be grouped with other students like her who have a thirst for knowledge and an aptitude for learning. Two things that do not always go hand in hand.”
“Yes, I know G.A.T.E.”, said Willow. “I was a student in the program myself.”
“Excellent”, commended Miss Geary, “then you’re familiar with what a wonderful program it can be for motivated students like your daughter.”
“Are you sure this won’t be too much too fast”, queried Tara. “I mean, I know that Emily is very bright, but she’s always just been a girl her age, to me anyway. She’s always enjoyed school and done well in her classes…”
“Mrs. Rosenberg-Maclay”, Charlotte cut-in, “given Emily’s recent test scores it would not be unreasonable to suggest that your daughter’s intelligence level could be bordering on genius. If not in fact be genius.” Tara’s jaw snapped shut with an audible pop. “I assure you that this move is nothing that Emily can’t handle, provided that she has the support and encouragement of her parents. She does have your support?”
“Of course she does”, Willow fervently replied, “That’s not even a question. My wife is just concerned with overwhelming our daughter, as am I. I would feel a lot better about this if we met again after you’d had the opportunity to actually meet Emily yourself and even after that I’d rather have her here when the final decision is made.”
“I agree”, commented Tara.
“Again, I find your concern and involvement with Emily’s life to be almost awe-inspiring”, stated the counselor. “ I can set up a meeting with your daughter later in the week, your presence is welcomed and encouraged.”
“We’ll be here”, the redhead affirmed.
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Outside of the school, Michelle tucked neatly in her stroller, the two women made their way back toward home. It was a little past noon and the sun was high, beating down on them with the gentle heat of the California summer. Willow was pushing the stroller and Tara had placed one of her hands on top of her wife’s, their fingers lightly interlocking as they walked the tree-lined streets.
The walk was surprisingly quiet. Neither woman really felt the need to speak. They were both tired from the up and down nature of the last few nights of caring for their new baby and now had even more to think about in regards to their older child’s welfare.
Ghaena had been kind and very patient in her tutorials with Emily over the past seven months. But somehow, in the past few days since Michelle’s birth, the priestess had seemed suddenly agitated with the slow going nature of Emily’s training. She had insisted on stopping by every day to meet with the young redheaded girl to teach her even more. Tara had finally become firm with the brunette, making it clear that the weekdays were for Emily’s schoolwork, not to mention that with an infant in the house things were hectic enough as it is and they all needed a few days, if not even a few weeks to adjust to the change.
Ghaena had gone off in a huff, muttering something unintelligible under her breath. Both Willow and Tara had been surprised and a little alarmed with sudden strange attitude the woman they had come to know as a friend had unexpectedly acquired.
They turned up the walkway to their little home to find the slayer once again occupying the front steps. She had a beaming smile on her face, always a welcome change from her normal look, which generally implied bad news.
“Buffy, what are you doing here?” Asked Willow as she lifted Michelle out of the stroller.
“Waiting”, she smiled.
“For us?” said Tara, the question painfully obvious. Or so she thought.
“As a matter of fact, nope.” Buffy cheekily replied.
“Um, then… who are you waiting for at ‘our’ house”, Willow inquired, her tone playful though confused.
“Him”, the slayer smiled, standing from her seat. The married couple turned to see a taxi pulling to a stop and a weary watcher stepped out.
“Giles!” the redhead said with joy and surprise.
Buffy went to help with the older man’s bags as he moved to greet the two women with loving arms.
“Let me see, let me see”, he smiled, looking down at the little babe in Willow’s arms. “Oh, she’s beautiful”, he sighed happily. “May I?” he asked, indicating he’d like to hold her.
“Of course”, Willow grinned, carefully passing her daughter into her old friend’s arms.
Michelle’s eyes were wide and full of wonder as she looked up at the new face smiling down at her. Giles tenderly placed his forefinger in the infant’s grasp, his grin spreading across his whole face as the tiny girl held on with a vice-like grip. “Oh my”, he breathed, a tear forming in the corner of his eye, “Tara, she looks just like you.”
The wiccan smiled and walked over to Willow, wrapping her arms around her in warm affection.
In Giles’ arms, Michelle’s face scrunched up slightly and she began to cry a little, suddenly finding the unfamiliar face a little too so. “Sh, tut, tut, tut”, Giles cooed, reaching into his jacked pocket and pulling out a small red, blue and yellow colored rattle and gently shaking it in front of the girl’s face. Michelle stopped her crying and instead became mesmerized by the colorful noise-maker. But it only lasted a moment before she once again resigned herself to tears. “Uh-oh”, Giles smiled, “I think she wishes her mother.” Willow stepped in and reclaimed her baby, but this did not even calm her.
“I think she’s hungry”, the redhead surmised. Tara nodded in agreement. “I’ll just take her in and uh…”
“Right”, Tara smiled, seeing the milk stain quickly forming on Willow’s right-breast where she had spontaneously begun to lactate at the sounds of Michelle’s cries. Yet another of Mother Nature’s quirks. “I guess you’d better.”
Willow hurried inside, blushing furiously despite that fact that both Giles and the slayer were blissfully unaware of her predicament.
“Why don’t we go inside and sit down”, Tara offered, noting the watcher’s fatigue from the long flight. “Giles, I can make you some tea if you’d like.”
“Thank you, Tara, that would be wonderful”, he smiled and the three of them went inside.
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TBC...
Edited by: DarkWiccan at: 6/30/02 9:09:47 pm