I decided to give writing fics a try, so here is my idea. I don't know if it's any good, so I'd really like some opinions. Constructive cristicism is always welcome!
This is my first fic, so don't go expecting Shakespeare, I'm just a teenager with lots of crazy ideas in her mind. Also, I'm Brazilian, so English is not my first language and though I am just finishing my course I'm not perfect, so forgive the grammar mistakes.
Having said that I hope you enjoy your reading and leave me some feedback.
Title: Ghosts Of The Past
Author: Nike
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Just a bit of Season Four and some other random scenes.
Summary: Willow Rosenberg is living her dream. She has a good job, a beautiful wife and kids. But what happens when the past she tried to forget comes back to haunt her?
Notes: This is an AU, though we'll be dealing with the supernatural, it won't be like the show.
Chapter One - The Calm Before The Storm
Dr. Willow Rosenberg couldn’t be in a better mood as she calmly drove home. The day at work had been fairly calm, with no major surgeries, just a few routine exams in her recovery patients and some mild injuries. She works and Philadelphia’s Children’s Hospital and, though young, is a very accomplished pediatrician. She is known for being very kind to both her patients and their parents, as well as for being one of the best.
The redhead woman parked her car into the garage of a beautiful two-store house and, gathering her coat and case, entered the house. As soon as she passed the threshold she was tackled by the red hurricane that was her daughter.
“Papa!!” the blue eyed child exclaimed in delight, squeezing the elder redhead’s legs.
“Hello there, princess.” Willow picked the little girl up, smiling into innocent slate blue eyes. “How was your day? Did anything fun?”
“Oh, yes! Danny and I played with blocks today and we made a biiiiiiiig castle and Mrs. Davison told us a beautiful fairy tale with a princess and a bad witch and a prince and-“
“How about you tell me the story over dinner?” Willow interrupted the babbling child gently. “I’m sure your Mama would like to hear it as well.”
“Yes, I would love to.” said a beautiful blonde woman, walking up to the redhead duo.
“Hey, baby.” Willow kissed her very pregnant wife’s lips.
“I’m not looking!” the little redhead sing-songed, covering her eyes.
“Oh, you!” the blonde woman tickled her child’s side playfully.
The little girl squirmed and jumped off Willow’s arms, running into the kitchen. Both parents smiled as their daughter’s laughter filled the house. Willow wrapped her arms around Tara, careful not to squeeze the round belly too tightly.
“And how is my favorite wife?”
“You have more than one now?” Tara nipped Willow’s nose playfully.
Willow made a face of mock surprise. “Didn’t you know? You’re number twenty seven.”
“Really?” Tara nuzzled the warm skin of Willow’s neck. “And I’m your favorite?”
“Uh huh…” Willow made a sound of agreement, running her hand through silky golden hair.
“Hmmmmm…” Tara kissed the skin next to her lips, feeling suddenly sleepy in her wife’s arms.
“Mama, Papa! Aren’t you coming?” their daughter’s voice interrupted their tender moment and they slowly broke their embrace.
“We better get going, Papa.” Tara grinned lopsidedly at her.
Willow smiled, remembering the look on her face when Sarah had first called her that. Tara had laughed and soon it became a joke between them. Willow’s smile enlarged as she took her wife’s hand and walked into the kitchen, where their daughter waited for them, anxious to tell about her day.
Dinner was spent with Sarah babbling excitedly about her day at school, Willow and Tara smiling indulgently at their hyper child, offering a comment every now and then. After dinner, they watched some television together and when was time to sleep they sent Sarah to bed and went to bed themselves.
Tara fell asleep almost immediately, the pregnancy having tired her out. Willow decided to read a bit of her new medicine book as she was not sleepy yet. An hour later Willow closed the thick book and put it in the nightstand, stretching her back lazily. She looked at her sleeping wife and felt an overwhelming surge of love. Looking at her sleeping wife she wondered how she got so lucky. She caressed a pale cheek and pressed her lips on the round belly that carried her second child.
Willow almost jumped when she felt a small movement under her lips. She frowned and pressed her fingers to the same spot and again she felt the baby kick where her hand was. A delighted smile formed on her lips and she decided to experiment with the penlight she had on the nightstand. She flicked the light on a certain spot and almost laughed in triumph when she saw the baby tap right where she had put the light. She did it again on another spot of Tara’s belly and again the baby’s kick followed the light.
“Are you two having fun?” her wife’s sleepy voice startled Willow out of her ‘experiment’ and she looked back at Tara guiltily.
“Sorry, baby. Didn’t mean to wake you.”
Tara gave her an amused smile. “And what exactly were you doing?”
"Playing with my son." Willow pressed her lips to the top of Tara's belly and again felt the tap under her lips. "See?"
"The only thing I see is my incredibly sexy wife being extra cute." Tara grabbed the collar of Willow's sleep shirt and pulled her up into a kiss.
"Hmmmm..." Willow moaned contently as their tongues dances against each other.
Willow smirked mentally as she felt Tara pulling her shorts down. She just loved those pregnancy hormones.
Next morning Willow woke up to the beeping sound of her alarm clock and quickly punched the damned thing off before it woke her baby. Settling back down, Willow decided to luxuriate a few more minutes in the feel of Tara's bare skin against her own. She found the sound of Tara's breathing incredibly soothing and would have fallen back to sleep if she hadn't to go to work.
Extremely disgruntled, the redhead disentangled herself from her wife's embrace and got up, stretching languidly. Willow when about her morning routine and then started making breakfast for her favorite girls, nothing too elaborated, she wasn't an expert cook, scrambled eggs and OJ would do.
"Mornin', Papa..." Sarah said sleepily, padding barefooted into the kitchen.
"Good morning, my little princess." she kissed the little girl's forehead. "Want some eggs?"
"Uh huh..." Sarah nodded, her bed ruffled her swinging wildly.
"Here you go, princess." she put a plate of eggs and a glass of OJ in front of her sleepy daughter.
"Thanks, Papa."
Willow smiled at her and went back to the stove. She almost jumped when a pair of slender arms encircled her neck, but her wife's scent immediately calmed her.
"Morning, baby." she leaned back into the warm body behind her.
"I don't like waking up alone." was her answer and she could almost see the pout on Tara's lips.
"I'm really sorry, baby, but you looked so peaceful that I didn't have the heart to wake you." she turned around and kissed her lightly. "Forgive me?"
"Hmmm..." Tara rubbed their noses together. "I'll think about it."
"Good." Willow nipped Tara's lower lip teasingly and started to break the embrace when Tara recaptured her lips in a searing kiss.
"Hmmm... That's what I call a good morning kiss." Willow sighed dreamily.
Tara gave her a smug smile then sniffed the air a bit. "I think your eggs are burning, sweetie."
"Oh!" Willow hurried to try and save the eggs.
After breakfasting slightly burned eggs, Willow kissed her wife and child goodbye and went to work, whistling happily as she drove. The theme song of Shrek 2 interrupted her happy thoughts and she fetched her cell phone. She frowned, not recognizing the number, but answered anyway.
"Hello?... You?! How did you get this number??... I said before, I don't want anything to do with you anymore........ I don't care! I have a family now, I won't put them in danger!... Don't you dare to call me anymore!" Willow cut the call and quickly turned the phone off, throwing it on the passenger's seat.
Her anger quickly faded and was replaced by sadness. "I thought it was over... After all those years... I'm not going back, no matter what they say." she finished with a new determination. She wouldn't let her family get hurt.
To be Continued...
Should I continue?
Nike
"I'm perfectly normal, everybody is crazy anyway." - me.
Edited by: Nike at: 9/8/04 7:52 am
This story is sooo good thus far, and how cute is Sarah?? pretty cute if you ask me...errr...which you didn't..
..so why am i answering my own questions...? 
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looky spam... okay... u got me there.. So whats up with the big black scary van? Uh Uh.. oh yeah sex in the classroom nice touch there... Ohh tara on the desk
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