TITLE: Baby Makes Three
AUTHOR: Finey_McFine
RATING: PG13
DISCLAIMER: Willow, Tara and any other BtVS characters, as well as some random dialog, belong to Mutant Enemy. ALL other original characters belong to me! Mention of any ‘real’ people in this fic is brief and pure fantasy.
SUMMARY: Totally AU! Willow Rosenberg is a senior at Sunnydale High. She and her friends are bullied relentlessly until Willow stumbles upon a huge secret and decides to take matters into her own hands. There is no Hellmouth, just lot’s of teen angst, self discovery and of course Willow/Tara goodness...eventually.
Thoughts are in italics FEEDBACK: Yes! Any glaring issues…please send me a PM!
AUTHOR’S NOTE: Hi Everyone…enjoy:) *********************************************************
Chapter 27
Several hours later, Tara awoke with a lazy yawn and stretched as she slowly opened her eyes and glanced at the alarm clock. Her eyes widened when she saw that it was almost eleven o’clock and she quickly flipped over, only to be met with the sight of an empty bed.
Tara instantly frowned and sadness washed over her when she realized she’d slept through half the day and that Willow had obviously gone. Tara assumed she left to attend Temple.
Mom must have Chels. The blonde groaned, dragging her still fatigued body out of bed and into the bathroom to clean up before heading downstairs. After giving herself the once over in the mirror, Tara decided to change out of her pajamas and into shorts and a t-shirt. She brushed her long blonde hair back and into a ponytail before shuffling down to the kitchen.
Tara cocked her head quizzically when she found her Mom sitting alone at the kitchen table, drinking a cup of coffee and munching on jellied toast. “Hey…”
“Hi, feeling better?”
“Yeah, I guess. Where’s Chels?” Tara was confused; she’d passed Chelsea’s bedroom as well as the playpen on her way to the kitchen and both were empty.
“Out back,” Jen replied nonchalantly.
“What!? By herself?” Tara exclaimed, completely appalled.
Jen looked up at her daughter with a smirk, “Yes, by her self, because that’s how I roll. I just opened the door and let her crawl right out.”
Tara raised an eyebrow, “That’s how you roll?”
“Umm hmm, isn’t that what you kids say now-a-days?”
“The key word in that sentence being
kids and no, I don’t think I’ve
ever said that phrase once in my entire life.” Jen chuckled at Tara’s annoyance. “Back to the subject…my daughter?”
Without speaking, Jen lifted her hand and gestured with her thumb over her shoulder towards the backyard.
Tara rolled her eyes, finally relenting to her mother’s obvious teasing and went to the backdoor window, pulling the curtain aside and looking out over the backyard. A grin instantly spread across her face when she spotted Willow under a tree and sitting on a quilt with Chelsea in her lap reading a book. Well, more like trying to read the book. Tara giggled when she saw her child pull the soft book from Willows hands and put it straight into her mouth.
“I told you she was out back.”
“Ha ha,” Tara replied sarcastically as she pulled the backdoor open to go join the duo.
Willow gave up trying to read the book and leaned her head back against the trunk of the old oak tree. She indulged in closing her eyes, for a brief moment before being roused by Tara’s angelic voice.
“Willow?” Tara called quietly as not to startle the girl when she kneeled down on the quilt.
Willow’s tired and bloodshot eyes slowly opened as she began to register Tara’s presence. “Hey sleepyhead, did you have a good rest?”
Tara nodded, reaching out to wipe some hair out of Chelsea’s face. The tiny blonde had no intention of moving from Willow’s lap. “I did, thank you. I can’t remember the last time I got to sleep past seven. I um, I d-didn’t think you’d still be here.” Tara said as she ducked her head shyly.
“Why not?”
Tara shrugged her shoulders, “I just, last night was so…intense, plus I thought you had services this morning and already left.”
Willow shrugged her shoulders in return, “I didn’t feel much like going and my parents didn’t mind. We only go once or twice a month anyway. Besides, do you really think I’d leave without saying goodbye to you?”
Tara looked up with a lopsided smile, “I hoped not…”
Willow grinned; feeling the air around them thicken and a rush of butterflies invaded her stomach. She felt dizzy and drunk with love when Tara reached out to pull the redhead’s hand into her lap.
Tara stared down at the lightly freckled hand she held; lining their palms flat before entwining their fingers. “Will,” She whispered, “Did l-last night…did you really m-mean what you said?”
“Of course I did. Didn’t you…mean what you said?”
“Oh yes,” Tara grinned and gripped Willow’s hand tighter as both girls grinned madly.
The girls were still entranced and hadn’t noticed Chelsea pivot in Willow’s lap; looking a bit jealous, she lurched forward and slapped her tiny hands to her Willow’s cheeks.
“Mama!” She shouted proudly with a semi-toothless grin.
Willow’s eyes widened with shock; she looked at Chelsea and then quickly back to Tara. “I…I-I-I didn’t teach her that! I SWEAR! I would
never do that Tara…you have to believe me, I-I’m so sorry! I…”
Tara smiled, amused as always with Willow’s quirky antics. “Shhhh, I know and it’s okay, I don’t mind, really.” And she didn’t. If Tara was going to share her title with anyone, she was thrilled to share it with Willow.
“Really?”
“Umm hmm, I think it’s sweet…she loves you Will.”
Willow’s body visibly relaxed. “Well, I love her too…very much. Is that okay?”
“It’s more than okay,” Tara whispered, reaching up and running her fingers down Willow’s cheek. “I love you Willow, you’re the sweetest person I’ve ever known.”
Willow cupped Tara’s hand to her cheek and then let out a sleepy yawn. “I wove you too…”
“Oh sweetie, you’re so tired. How about you take a nap?”
Willow shook her head vehemently; her resolve face firmly in place. “No, I don’t want to miss any Tara-time today.”
“See? Total sweetness!” Tara beamed.
Willow returned the grin and glanced to her left behind Tara, to see where Chelsea had crawled off. “Uh oh…”
Tara followed her girlfriend’s line of sight and sighed when she saw Chelsea pulling up handfuls of grass and dirt and shoving them into her mouth. She let go of Willows hand, jumping up to retrieve the infant. Tara immediately hooked an index finger in her mouth to remove the yucky substance; much to the chagrin of her daughter as she showed her displeasure with a loud squawk.
“Temper, temper…” Tara mumbled as she pulled the remaining grass from Chelsea balled up little fists.
Willow made a face. “Gross,” As she watched Tara shake the soggy grass-dirt mixture from her finger.
Tara met Willow’s eyes with smirk, “Well, as a fellow
Mama, you’d better get used to it.”
Willow made yet another face; curling her top lip in a grimace. “I think I’d rather be the Dad,” She mumbled.
Tara giggled, trying to hold on to the squirmy infant as she began to throw a full on fit. “Whoa…”
“I guess playtime’s over,” Willow stated flatly.
“Yup, that’s the
tired cry. I think lunch and a nap are in order.”
Tara waited patiently while Willow gathered the quilt and several other things she’d brought outside with Chelsea, before making their way towards the back door. Willow held the door open for Tara as Chelsea continued her mini fit.
“Thank you,” Tara said meaningfully, as she stepped across the threshold. Tara walked straight to the sink, wetting a paper towel and trying to juggle the baby while she wiped her face.
It was only a matter of seconds before Willow was at her side to relieve her of Chelsea so Tara could utilize both hands and clean up her fussy baby girl.
“Someone’s awfully cranky,” Jen commented.
“Your granddaughter decided it would be a good idea to eat dirt and got mad when I scraped it out of her mouth,” Tara said without looking up from her motherly duties.
Jen chuckled, resting her cheek on her hand while watching the girls move about the kitchen. She couldn’t help but marvel at the how well they worked together; each girl anticipating the others move and caring for Chelsea as if she was
their child together.
How far Tara’s come, she thought admiringly as her thoughts drifted back to Chelsea’s early days.
Tara had always been comfortable with Chelsea, but there had also been awkward moments before they fully bonded. At one point Tara began to shrug off some of her responsibilities on to her mother, which did not sit well with the elder blonde. It was one of the reasons she took the downstairs bedroom and basically forced Tara upstairs alone with Chelsea.
Jen had always allowed Tara to make her own decisions, good or bad, and cheerleading had been one of them. She encouraged Tara to cheer, but also warned her that it would be tough. She’d promised to help, but secretly hoped Tara would realize where her priorities lie and eventually quit the squad. When Tara began to change, especially after she started hanging out with the Cordettes; Jen had been less than thrilled with her daughters’ increasingly snotty attitude. It was reminiscent of Tara’s days in Idaho when she’d become rebellious and fallen in with the wrong crowd. It wasn’t until Willow came along that Tara seemed to mature and grow as a person, as well as parent. Willow’s influence on her daughter was evident.
Jen blinked her eyes several times and snapped herself back to reality. “Well, I’m going to go take a shower and start getting ready for work. What do you girls have planned for today?”
Tara shrugged her shoulders, glancing towards her visibly sleepy girlfriend, “Well, I’m going to put Chelsea and…apparently Willow, down for a nap while I try to get some laundry done.” Tara immediately scrunched her nose and turned towards Jen. “Oh God, I sound like you! Like a
real Mom!” Tara was horrified with herself.
Willow’s half lidded eyes popped open and she laughed at the look on Tara’s face. Willow took the spoon from Tara’s hand and continued to feed Chelsea the cereal while the blonde sat frozen.
Jen patted Tara’s shoulder affectionately, “Welcome to the club honey.”
“Awesome,” Tara grumbled, taking the spoon back from the redhead and finishing the task.
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Willow yawned and stretched as she slowly awoke to the gentle coos and soft giggles coming from the baby monitor. The sweet sounds were wonderful, but the sound of Tara’s breathing and the beating of her heart was a symphony to Willow’s ears. She momentarily lifted her head from Tara’s chest to glance at the clock and noticed the screen glowing on Tara’s cell; indicating a text or a missed call. She briefly thought about checking the phone for her girlfriend, but that maneuver would entail moving from her warm comfy spot and she was coming out firmly against it. So she lowered her head and snuggled deeper.
The slight movement was enough to spur Tara into pulling Willow tighter against her, rolling more on to her side and entangling their legs. Willow was happy with the new position and shifted to get more comfortable, until she felt Tara’s bare thigh press firmly into her center. Willow groaned and unconsciously returned the pressure with her own thigh. There was no denying how good the movement felt and Willow couldn’t help but take full advantage of the situation.
The redhead could no longer resist and decided it was time to wake her girlfriend fully. She stared intently at Tara’s plump and kissable lips; leaning forward and gently pressing their lips together. Willow opened and closed her mouth several times before she finally felt Tara starting to awaken and return the kiss.
When Tara slowly became aware of Willow’s ministrations, her mind, as well as her lips, instantly sprang into action. She started to move her hands heatedly across Willow’s back and before she even consciously knew what she was doing; she flipped Willow and rolled on top of her. They were now breast to breast with their bodies rhythmically rocking against the other. They soon began to lose themselves in the moment with heated kisses as the surge of passion that had magically ignited between them began to take over.
As Tara continued the attack on Willow’s lips, she felt her shirt begin to rise and soon felt Willow’s hands on her bare back. Suddenly realizing they were closer to doing
other things than she originally thought. The night before, Willow had said she wasn’t ready to go further, but that shy and nervous girl was apparently gone and replaced by a horny teenager, that was currently pushing her thigh harder between Tara’s legs.
“Ohh Willow…”
“Mmmmm…”
They both moaned as the frenzied kissing and thrusting continued. Tara could feel the dampness that had seeped through the material of Willow’s sweat pants on to her leg and knowing that she was responsible, only spurred her on more.
“Oh baby!” Willow gasped with the increased friction.
Tara smiled and began to kiss down Willow’s jawline until she reached the girls’ ear. “Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?” She asked breathily.
“Yes…no…maybe…just…feels so…good.”
Tara took that as a sign, she knew if they continued Willow would succumb to the passion and well…so would she. Tara definitely did not want their first time together to be in the heat of the moment with their clothes still on. She especially did not want that for Willow, it would be her first time ever and Tara wanted it to be special. After indulging herself a little longer, Tara reluctantly slowed her pace and soon rolled back on to her side next to the redhead; disentangling their legs, but keeping their lips locked together.
The kissing finally slowed and they both pulled back; resting their foreheads together and fighting for control of their breathing.
“I’m sorry,” Willow whispered.
Tara shook her head softly, “No sorries and no pressure. I love you and I can wait, I just…I want you to be ready. I want
us to be ready…together.”
“But, I know you’re used to…and you have more experience…and…”
“Shhhh,” Tara shushed Willow and kissed her again before she could fall over the babble cliff. “I may not be a virgin, but it’ll sorta be my first time too…with a girl that is and
our first time together.”
Willow let the words sink in to her soul and she couldn’t help but smile at the prospect of things to come. Tara wanted
her and she’d never felt more loved in her entire life. She was completely overcome with emotion. “I love you Tara. You’re so wonderful and understanding and I have
no idea how I got so lucky.”
Tara shook her head again, “No,” She whispered as she gently stroked her hand through Willow’s wild red hair, “I’m the lucky one. Sometimes I look at you and I can’t believe you’re actually mine. You make me feel so special and I love you too, so very much.”
Willow smiled and brought their lips together again; she couldn’t seem to ever get enough of Tara. They kissed for several moments before pulling apart.
Tara sighed, “I can’t believe I took a nap with you after sleeping all morning.”
“You were tired, you need to get more rest.”
“I also needed to do some laundry.”
“I’ll help you with it later, if you want.”
“It’s just laundry, I’ll have all day tomorrow to get it done.” Tara smiled and kissed Willow on the end of her nose. “It’s also getting late and Chel’s is being unusually quiet.”
“I think she playing, I heard her babbling earlier.”
“I wonder where she got
that from,” Tara smirked.
“Maybe from her Mommy?” Willow replied coyly, running her fingers down Tara’s side over her hip and back up again.
“Nuh uh, she
definitely gets that from her
Mama.”
Willow couldn’t help the huge grin from spreading across her face. “See, told you I was the lucky one.”
“Umm, how about we call it a tie,” Tara said as she kissed Willow; brushing their lips softly together.
“Okay, a tie it is.”
Tara sighed, “I really need to go check on her. I’ll be right back, okay?” Willow nodded and allowed Tara to slide out of the bed.
Willow sat up and stretched, feeling well rested from her nap. It was exactly what she needed after the long morning caring for the active infant.
“Um…Willow?” Tara called out, her voice echoing through the baby monitor. “Can you come in here please?”
Willow cocked her head in curiosity and hopped out of bed; quickly padding down the hall and into Chelsea’s bedroom. “What’s going...ho-ly shit.”
“You can say that again.” Tara said flatly as she stood several feet away from the crib, arms crossed across her chest and staring blankly at her daughter.
“I’m not sure I even know
what to say…”
“Say you’ll help me clean it up…please?” Tara pleaded, finally looking away from heinous mess in front of her.
“Do I have a choice?” Willow asked rhetorically, of course she would help, even if it were the vilest thing she’d ever witnessed.
“How about you go start the bath and I’ll get her out of there and clean up in here. Geez, I think we might need hazmat suits.”
“Uh huh, so…I guess she learned how to unsnap her onsie. Yay for manual dexterity…said no one ever.” Willow observed as neither girl made a move; both dreading having to deal with the poop covered youngster. “See? I
told you she was close to pulling her diaper off by herself,” Willow remarked, reminding Tara of their conversation earlier in the week.
“Um,” Was about all Tara could manage as she wondered how Chelsea had not only managed to unsnap her onsie, take off her diaper and not only finger paint herself, but also her crib and surrounding wall as well; without her hearing a thing.
“Well, it’s now or never,” Tara sighed.
“I vote never,” Willow replied, in a voice heavily laced in sarcasm. All of which was lost on the infant, who was standing with her hands gripped on the rail and bouncing happily; without a care in the world.