This is the ending to this Fic. I hope you like it.
There is the posibility that an alternative ending will be written and posted elsewhere. In the event that happens, I will try to spread the word in case you all are interested.
Thanks for letting me tell this story. I really enjoyed it.
Thank you SO much to Jessie who contributed a
HUGE portion of this final chapter. Jessie...you are my god-send, babe. Don't ever forget it. (Lol--what a bad example you are, though. Now I have that darn "two-hours-or-not-at-all" rule in my head and that's a mean expectation for me to have! lol.)
Kerry
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Dawn's wedding was about as uneventful as to be imagined in Sunnydale. A few rogue demons tried to glorp guests but Buffy and Xander played tag-team, vaporizing them without the guests even noticing. All the Scoobys managed to knock off at least one baddy; even the bride-to-be only sighed before kicking off her shoe, the heel going straight into the temple of a Gulshrolp demon. After the improptu workout, the ceremony continued as planned.
Unfortunately, the end of the wedding festivities also brought with it the end of Tara and Hannah's visit.
During a highly emotional goodbye, Willow promised the small child that she would call every evening and read
their special part of "Peter Pan" over the phone and say "g'nite."
The redhead kept her promise, and even surprised Tara
and her daughter with visits nearly ever other weekend. With each trip, she brought with her a new book for Hannah's library.
On the eve of what would have been Willow's 17th trip, the redhead called to cancel. Although she was sad for missing time with her two "special girls," she couldn't keep the excitement from bubbling out.
"Jesse Stephen Harris! It's a boy!," Willow shouted into the
phone. "8 pounds even and so adorable!" Following the
announcement, the redhead shared plans for the baby's
naming ceremony and got Tara to promise to be there.
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They strolled down the street, hand in hand.
“The service was beautiful today," Willow said, smiling as she thought about baby Jesse in his little white Xander-esque tux. "Xander looked so happy.”
“Mmm. He did.”
“This is nice,” Willow commented, her hand squeezing Tara’s fingers gently.
“It is.”
“We should do this more often.”
“We should.”
Willow smirked, “And Anya dancing in the holy water really brought out the religious aspect of the ceremony."
“It did! …Hey!” Tara objected, chuckling.
“Caught ya!” Willow teased. “I knew you weren’t really listening.”
“I was! I was busy. I was just…shopping as we walked.”
Willow looked around the neighborhood. “Shopping for what?”
“A house.”
“Don’t you have one of those already?”
“Yep.”
“Are you just browsing or is there a reason you’re house-shopping?”
Tara smirked and flexed her fingers against Willow’s hand. “Possibly both.”
“Oh.”
The blonde smiled and pulled her friend closer through their arms.
Ahead of them Anya and Xander were chasing Hannah
around the neighborhood on bicycles. Buffy was giving the two a rest from newborn duties, giving them time to frolic with
Hannah. Anya was convinced that baby-sitting was like school for new parents and since Tara was willing to offer
free ‘rent-a-child’ services, the ex-demon was more than happy to take advantage of the situation.
“They’re going to be good parents,” Willow said softly. “Xander’ll be a great dad.”
“Hmm,” Tara agreed, the two women walking shoulder to shoulder. She slowed her pace as the rounded a corner. Set back a ways from the street on a huge lawn was one of the older properties in Sunnydale. A “For Sale” sign graced the lawn. “That’s a pretty one.”
“The flowers look kinda lonely,” Willow commented, frowning at the wilting, unloved plants.
“It’s got a big yard in the front and it looks like the back is big, too.”
Willow frowned and oriented herself in the neighborhood. “That’s right behind Buffy’s house. They share a fence!”
Tara smirked. “I want to see the inside.” She tugged her companion along with her as she walked up to the front steps and simply tried the door, the handle turning. “I guess the real estate agent didn’t lock up.”
“Their fault,” Willow agreed, following Tara inside. The hard wood floors echoed under their footsteps.
The layout was very open and airy with several large windows in the living room to allow in the natural light that would hit the windows at sunset.
The two women split apart, each heading for the partof the house they wanted to see most. Willow staked out the first floor rooms, trying to find one to label ‘study.’ Instead she stumbled across a corner room with bare walls and a window seat. To her mind, the room just cried out for bookcases and a big, comfy sofa to curl up in.
After a quick peek at the kitchen, she headed up the stairs, finding Tara poking her head into various doors.
They both wandered into the master suite. It was also
a corner room, another window seat in the bay window’s turret. The room had a walk-in closet as well as a built-in bureau. The bathroom looked fairly newly remodeled. “It’s nice,” Willow admitted, standing in the doorway again and watching Tara inspect the room with a more critical eye.
“It could use some paint and decorating.”
“It’ll look fine with the right person’s touch,” the redhead agreed.
Tara smirked, stepping closer to Willow so she wasalmost toe to toe with the other woman. “I like it.”
Willow agreed. “You have good taste.”
Tara felt her cheeks heat at the praise. “There arethree more rooms. I thought that one could be an office and the othercould be a kid’s room.”
“There’s a room downstairs that’d be a good library,” Willow agreed. “And there’s a butler’s pantry that’d be good for drying
your herbs.”
“Drying
my herbs?” Tara asked.
“Um… herbs in general belonging to whomever were to own the property and…um-“
Her words were silenced when a graceful finger settled on her lips. “My herbs,” Tara agreed, nodding. “I like the house.”
Willow merely nodded, her lips still covered with Tara’s fingers.
“I like the yard and the neighborhood. And I’ve got a pretty good relationship with the people that live behind me, I think.”
The redhead nodded again.
“And I think that it’d be a good idea for mydaughter to grow up near her new cousin, baby Jesse. She’ll be near the world’s best two aunts, Dawn and Buffy.”
Willow moved her mouth, frowning as she spoke. “Two best aunts? Three! Three best aunts! I’m an aunt! I wanna be an aunt!”
Tara smiled. She settled her hand on the back of Willow’s neck. “You can’t be an aunt.”
“I can’t? But…I…why?”
“Because mommies and aunties don’t live together,” Tara whispered, her face showing all the vulnerabilities she felt at the moment.
“I…um,…” Willow stopped and thought. “Excuse me, but
did you just imply that I’d be living here?”
“Yes.”
“Oh.”
“Do you have a problem with that?”
Willow nodded. “Kind of.”
“You do?” Tara asked, her face falling.
“A girl likes to be asked, you know,” Willow said softly, shrugging. “And I do have all that stuff in my apartment at Buffy’s. I dunno if they’d fit in the little bedrooms.”
“Big bedroom, Willow.”
“Big bedroom?”
“Yeah, the master bedroom. I was kinda hoping we’d share it.”
“Oh.”
Tara sighed. “You’ve gotta stop saying “oh.” I need something a little more concrete than “oh.” I’m taking a huge risk here by even suggesting that you’d be willing to move in with me and try to start our life together and all you can say is “oh.” I’m starting to think that maybe you don’t want this as much as I hoped you would!”
“Oh…I mean…no…I mean I do! I do want this! I do want to be with you, Tare. I just…” Willow paused and closed her eyes, letting her heart move her body.
Her head tipped and quickly closed the difference between the two of them, their lips merging. She smiled when they parted, a portion of her feeling relieved that the spark was still there. Perhaps it had never left. “When you left after the wedding, I hadn’t really hoped,” she said simply.
“You should have.”
“I should have,” Willow agreed.
“I never stopped loving you, Will,” Tara offered, her fingers stroking Willow’s cheek. “I just stopped knowing how to show
you.”
“You always showed me, sweetie. I just didn’t know
that all I needed in life was your love. I thought that the magic was more important. It took you walking out to remind me that the only thing I need in life is you. No air, no water, nothing but you.”
“Ever the romantic,” Tara whispered.
“Its what I do. What can I say?” The redhead shrugged. “So you’re serious? You really want to move in here?”
Tara nodded. “This is where I need to be. Even if…god, Willow, if this doesn’t work, I don’t know what I’ll do, but even if it doesn’t…I still need to be near you. You’re my family. You all are.”
Willow nodded simply. “We should probably call the real estate company to make sure the house is still for sale. And that it’s not so expensive that I’ll have to sell a kidney or hack into the Federal Mint.”
“We'll call tomorrow.”
The two women headed down the staircase hand in hand.
“Did you really mean what you said the other night? About
wanting kids?” Tara asked when they were back on the sidewalk, heading towards Buffy’s.
“Yeah. I’ve always wanted kids. Hannah’s very cool,”
she said, smiling as she watching the scene up ahead. Xander and Anya were racing the child down the street, bikes long forgotten. Anya’s clogs weren’t helping her any and Xander was letting the young child beat him by just a hair.
“But…I mean, Willow, there’s two extra rooms in that house,” Tara said, unsure of how to broach the topic. “They’d be good for … more.”
“More? More kids?”
“Yeah,” the blonde nodded. “If more were to come along.”
Willow beamed and nodded. “Yeah. I guess if they were to just to randomly come along, that’d be good!”
The two women exchanged a knowing smile and they squeezed their hands then letting go so they could each wave to Hannah as she sprinted up next to them. A wheezing Xander and a limping Anya joined them shortly there after.
Willow chuckled, picking Hannah up and swinging her
around. “Don’t worry, Xander,” she said with a laugh. “You’ve got six years to condition before your kid is this big. Hannah can help; it’ll be like the baby-Olympic training program.”
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FIN
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