by Laragh » Mon Aug 17, 2009 10:30 am
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TITLE: Frothy Goodness
AUTHOR: Laragh
CHAPTER RATING: PG-13
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own any of the characters, Joss does. I may totally disagree with what he did with them, but alas, he still owns them.
SUMMARY: They meet. They fall in love...I’m really bad at summaries. Happy, light reading.
SPOILERS: None. No demons, no hellmouth.
FEEDBACK: Go for it.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Five chapters left (including this one)
Part 47
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“Willow! Get in here, now!”
Willow ran into the kitchen from the living room at record speed.
“What? What is it?”
Tara grabbed her hand in response and put in against her four-months pregnant swollen belly. Willow’s eyes widened as she felt the reason for her wife calling her.
“Is that…?”
“Our baby kicking…”
“Oh my god. Oh my god. There it was again!”
“Kicking even more than when you came in,” Tara commented, in awe herself of feeling the life inside her kick for the first time, “Knows who their Mommy is.”
Willow leaned in, keeping her hand firmly in place, and kissed the now-brunette, tears streaming down her face.
“You are so beautiful,” she said between kisses, “And I am so in love with you.”
“I’m glad,” Tara responded, smirking, “Since we’re married and having a baby and all.”
“Munchkin’s really in there…”
“We’ll get to see on Tuesday. You can still make the ultrasound appointment, right?”
“The first look I get of my unborn child? You bet your deliciously-grown breasts I can still make it. And those are not things I would barter with lightly.”
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"You nervous?” Tara asked the fidgeting redhead.
“Nervous? Are you kidding me? We get to see munchkin for the first time! I can’t wait.”
Tara smiled from where she was lying on the doctor’s table and reached for her wife’s hand.
“We, um, never discussed it, but sometimes they can tell the sex from 18 weeks, and you know, I’m 20. And I know this is our first ultrasound and the priority is making sure everything’s okay, but…do you want to find out, if we can?”
“Oh,” Willow said, surprised, more at herself for not thinking of it in the mountains of research she had still managed to do, from the few books they had kept from her post-Christmas blow-out and her trusty laptop, but decided to speak honestly, “I’d love to know. But if you want to wait, I’m good with that too.”
“I want to know, too. Pick out clothes and get the nursery ready.”
Willow was about to say something when a young woman, who she assumed was the technician walked in the room and sat in between Tara and the ultrasound equipment.
“Hello,” she said, smiling at the couple, “My name is Sam and I’m your ultrasound technician.”
She picked up Tara’s file and flicked through it.
“You were inseminated here on… November 24th, correct?”
“Yep,” Tara confirmed, Willow nodding her head in agreement.
“And this is your first ultrasound?”
“That’s right.”
“Well then, let’s have a look at your baby,” Sam said, getting the petroleum jelly, “Can you lift your shirt up for me?”
Tara went to reach for her top but found Willow’s hands already there, pulling it upwards. She settled it just under her wife’s bra and pulled back, looking up to the technician smiling at her and Tara looking at bemusedly.
“Sorry,” she gulped, “Force of habit.”
“This will be a little cold,” Sam continued, squirting the jelly onto Tara’s abdomen and getting the probe, “Do you want to know the sex?”
Tara looked to Willow for a final confirmation.
“Yes, we do,” the redhead said, winking at her wife.
Sam brought the probe down on the brunette’s abdomen, moving it around whilst the other two waited in silence, gripping each other’s hands tightly. After a minute the fuzzy image on screen started focusing ever so slightly.
“That’s your baby,” the technician said.
The couple looked on in awe as Sam typed a few keys on the machine, measuring the head size. She moved the probe and hit a switch, the room instantly filling with the fast and steady beating.
“That’s the heartbeat,” Sam continued, looking over at the two women, Tara with tears streaming down her face and Willow, eyes wide with a beaming smile on her face.
She looked back at the screen, adjusting the probe as she went. She took more measurements as the couple watched, mesmerized as their baby moved on screen.
“8.5 inches…12.4 ounces. You have a very healthy baby girl, ladies.”
Willows head shot over to look at the technician.
“G-girl?”
Sam adjusted the probe again and pointed at the screen where the baby was lying stretched out, blatantly showing no signs of a certain appendage.
“It’s a girl,” she confirmed, “There’s the labia.”
“We’re having a girl…” Willow looked over at Tara who was looking back with shining eyes, “We’re having a girl!”
“And she’s healthy?” the brunette asked, looking back at Sam.
“Ten fingers, ten toes, all normal measurements and weights, all normal checks for a 20-week old foetus and her heartbeat is steady. I can estimate your due date at…August 16th.”
Willow, not able to contain the excitement threatening to burst from her chest, leaned down and crushed her mouth against Tara’s, all the love they had for each other pouring into the kiss.
The technician, used to being witness to these kinds of displays of affection from couples, just smiled and focused on the screen, reviewing everything one final time.
The couple lost themselves in each other’s lips, forgetting where they were, as often was the case when they kissed. It was only when Willow’s hand, of it’s own accord, went to cup Tara’s left breast, the sensation causing the brunette to remember their surroundings as she pulled back, taking the hand off her chest in the process.
Willow looked at her wife guiltily when she realised what she had done and mouthed ‘sorry’. The technician finished writing in Tara’s file and pulled some tissues from a box on her desk. She turned in her chair and wiped the jelly off of the brunette’s stomach. Tara pulled her shirt down with one hand, the other in a firm grip with Willow’s, neither wanting to let go.
Sam keyed a couple of buttons and there was a whirring sound from below the screen. A minute later, she leaned down and picked up something, handing it to Willow.
“Baby’s first photograph,” she said cheerily, as the redhead held the ultrasound picture, Tara tracing the outline of the baby with her finger,
“You’re all done here. Everything’s perfectly normal. Just continue seeing your regular doctor. Oh, and congratulations.”
“Thank you,” Tara said, moving herself off of the table, somewhat awkwardly with her swollen belly. Willow put a hand on her back in support.
“Yes, thank you so much,” the redhead echoed, before they made their way out of the small room and through the hospital, to the car.
Both girls were still smiling from ear-to-ear when Willow unlocked her Mercedes, holding the passenger seat open for Tara, then getting in the driver side herself.
“I just wanna say, thank you,” the redhead said softly, still holding the ultrasound photo, “You gave me yourself and now you’re giving me the most amazing thing anyone could ever ask for. Our child.”
Tara said nothing in response, but cupped her wife’s cheek and brought their lips together gently.
“I love you,” she said when they pulled back, “But right now, I need you to get me home, ‘cause your daughter seems to think that my bladder is a squeeze toy.”
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“Okay, I’m gonna bring Anya in,” Willow said, sitting beside her wife on the sofa, holding the phone between them.
“Coolio,” Buffy responded from the other end, “Or a phrase not from the nineties.”
Tara chuckled as the redhead keyed in a few buttons and another voice came over the line.
“Hello, lesbians.”
“Buff’s here too,” Willow replied.
“Okay then, hello lesbians and fellow straight girl.”
There was a chorus of ‘hellos’ before Buffy spoke again.
“So, what’s with the threeway?” she asked.
“Willow, I already told you, I’m not going into all-girl threesome. If you need me to recommend someone-”
“I meant threeway phone conversation,” Buffy explained, cutting Anya off.
“You talked to Anya about a threesome?!” Tara asked, incredulous.
Willow looked at her, panicked.
“No, no-”
“I’m not enough for you? It’s ‘cause I’m getting so fat isn’t it?”
“Honey you’re beautiful and all the woman I could ever want or need. And you are not fat, you’ve got a baby inside you, our baby,” Willow reassured, rubbing the blonde’s back comfortingly.
“Then why-”
“When you were in hospital last year,” Anya interjected, not wanting to get on the bad side of her normally-docile, but now extremely-hormonal pregnant best friend, “Everyone was upset, Willow said she loved me, I made a joke ‘cause we all needed a laugh. Please don’t kill Willow, you’ll be known as the Praying Mantis lady who kills their mate after getting pregnant. They’ll print how you ripped at her feet and consumed the tibia and femur, and then you gouged out her left eye-”
“Okay, I think I’m gonna be sick,” Buffy said, again cutting the woman off.
“Nobody ever lets me finish,” Anya complained.
Tara covered the mouthpiece on the phone and turned to Willow.
“I’m sorry. Complete overreaction.”
“It’s okay, gorgeous,” the redhead responded, capturing her wife’s lips with her own, oblivious to the other two still talking on the phone.
“They’re kissing,” Buffy said, deflated.
“Yep,” Anya agreed, in a bored tone, “I think we’re gonna have to pull out the big guns if we want their attention back.”
“May I?”
“Oh, please."
“WILLOW, TARA’S IN LABOUR!”
Willow pulled away and jumped up, running around frantically.
“No, no, it’s too soon, way too soon, the baby’s not ready, she’s not ready.”
“Willow, I’m not in labour,” Tara said calmly, realising what the other two were doing, “Guy’s that wasn’t nice.”
“Well you two wouldn’t stop smooching,” Buffy said in faux-annoyance.
“Where’s the bag? Why don’t we have a bag? Oh please, baby girl, stay in there.”
“Baby girl?” Anya asked, her interest piqued.
“Well we were going to tell you before you made my wife run around like a headless chicken,” Tara said pointedly
“I’m gonna have a niece?!” Buffy squealed.
“She’s my niece too,” Anya responded, indignant.
Tara by this stage had managed to drag Willow back to the couch, putting the redhead’s hand over her belly in reassurance that she was not, in fact, in labour.
“Munchkin’s okay?” the smaller girl asked, needing to be sure.
“She’s perfect. Our lovely friends were trying to pry our lips apart.”
“So not cool,” Willow said into the phone, “Never scare me like that again.”
“Willow, you’re gonna have a daughter!” Buffy said, still squealing.
Willow completely forgot about being mad when she heard those words.
“I know, a perfect little baby girl! Actually, that’s why we called you guys. To tell you that it’s a girl…and to ask you something.”
“We were wondering,” Tara continued for her wife, “We know it’s not traditional, but, we’d really like both of you to be the godparents.”
There was a silence on the other end.
“I would be honoured,” Buffy said, her voice breaking with emotion.
“I would too,” Anya said, more composed but still extremely moved by the offer.
“Thank you, both of you, it means the world that you said yes,” Willow gushed.
“Buffy, remember when they asked us to be their bridesmaids?” Anya asked.
“Yea…”
“So you know what this means, right?”
Buffy gasped in excitement as she realised what her friend meant.
“We get to throw a party!”
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Laragh on Mon Aug 17, 2009 10:51 am, edited 1 time in total.
(That was my first thought, even when Willow started making the coffee I got suspicious.)
