Title – Paths Diverged/Divulged Part 37/Epilogue –
DreamAuthor – JustSkipit - Debra
Spoilers –Season 6
Rating – Part 37 – G
Disclaimer – Guess what… I don’t own W&T, Buffy or the rest of the BtVS crew. Any similarity to actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental and fortunate.
Notes - Thank you to all the readers who make writing such a fun experience. While writing this story, my life has changed in ways I could never have imagined. I wish you all magic and joy throughout your days, starting with today.
This story is for Rachel and Asher; my family and my everything.
Thoughts in italics… about 8 years later…
Willow nuzzled her nose into the soft skin of Tara’s neck, as if she were trying to stay asleep a little longer. Much as they would have liked to stay in bed and snuggle or more, the giggling and whispering from the doorway was too much. Tara’s eyes lit up as she glanced toward the foot of the bed to see the same blue looking back at her.
The witch laughed at her daugher’s predictable question: “Can we make pancakes, mama?” No “good morning,” just “can we make pancakes?”
Leaning over the side of the bed, the blonde gathered five-year-old Becky and her two-year-old brother in her arms and pulled them onto the bed. William looked as if Becky had woken him before coming to their mothers’s room. He dragged his blanket behind him and had his thumb in his mouth. It had only been a few weeks since the toddler had started sleeping in his own room and Tara was half-way surprised that he hadn’t been in bed with them when she and Willow awoke. He immediately resumed his familiar position, snuggling into Willow’s side and mumbling his good morning without removing his thumb from his mouth.
Becky gave quick hugs to her mamas before tugging on Tara’s arm. “Pancakes?” she again asked.
“You better go, sweetie,” Willow teased, “or Ms. Persistent here will keep asking and the rest of us will starve.” As she called the young girl “Ms. Persistent” she began tickling the girl’s ribs.
Tara sighed dramatically before asking her daughter, “Can you take your brother to go potty while I get dressed to make pancakes?”
Becky jumped on the bed clapping her hands before the blonde witch caught her in mid jump and set her on the floor. “Come on,” the child said as she stuck out her hand to take her brother’s free one.
After watching the kids go out of the bedroom toward their bathroom, Tara turned back toward her wife. Placing a hand on Willow’s large stomach she gently asked, “how are you and Buffy-Xander feeling today, my love?”
“Buffy-Xander wants to be a slayer,” Willow groaned, “she or he’s kicking and punching the heck out of my ribs.”
“So I noticed,” Tara smiled. She leaned close to tease, “but how else are we going to get a redhead to keep you company?”
“Pancakes, mama?” Becky persistently asked.
Both women laughed at their daughter’s characteristic single-mindedness. “Sometimes I swear she’s has your g-genetics,” Tara teased as she put her hair back in a band and reached for her cane.
“Leave the baby with me,” Willow smiled, opening her arms to invite William back into bed with her. Tara quickly replaced the toddler and kissed both Willow and the boy on the head before succumbing to Becky’s relentless demands to go downstairs.
As they reached the kitchen Tara watched for a moment as Becky began pulling bowls and spoons from the cabinets for their ritual of making pancakes together. “We’re going to make pancakes just like you did with your mama when you were a little girl,” the child declared knowingly.
“That’s right, baby,” Tara confirmed as she pulled the milk and eggs from the refrigerator.
“And we’ll put in cimminon and nutmeg but we won’t tell anyone and it’s a secret,” Becky whispered.
After pulling a chair to the counter so that Becky could help mix the batter, Tara asked her. “Do you want to go to the office with me today?”
“Are there some puppies there, mama?” the child asked excitedly.
Tara pretended to think for a moment as she handed the girl an egg to crack. “Hmmm, any puppies? Let me think. Puppies? Like baby doggies? I think there might be a few.”
“We should go to your office and we could bring home a really cute puppy and she could sleep on my bed,” Becky suggested.
Tara smiled indulgently at the child. She knew that the girl missed Scooby but Tara and Willow had decided that they didn’t want to simultaneously potty-train William, bring home a new baby, and house-train a puppy. They had told the children that they would get another puppy in a few months. She ruffled the girl’s hair, attempting to gauge how much, or little, of the egg had reached the bowl. “In a few months, sweetie,” she told her daughter.
Becky appeared to think seriously about this before declaring, “I’ll still go to the office with you, mama.”
Tara smiled as she heated the skillet. “Good,” she responded, “we’ll take your brother and we can have lunch.” She knew that Willow needed to finish up a project before beginning her maternity leave and wanted to give the redhead some time. “Hmmm, I wonder what we should do for dinner,” she teased playfully.
“Mama!” Becky shouted immediately, “We have to get Aunt Eliza at the airport! She’s coming for dinner.”
“Oh do we?” the blonde asked playfully. “Well, I guess we should do that then.” The lawyer had called earlier in the week to say that she had an unexpected break between her visit to her family in San Antonio and returning to California.
“Mama?” Becky asked seriously.
“Yes, baby?”
“Do you think that Aunt Eliza is the MOST beautiful woman in the whole entire world?” Becky continued.
Tara giggled as her suspicion that her daughter had a crush on their good friend was confirmed, “well…,” she drawled, “I think that your Ima is the most beautiful woman in the world.”
“But you think that Aunt Eliza is almost as beautiful as Ima?” Becky suggested.
“She’s beautiful,” Tara smiled.
The five-year old seemed to take this as evidence for her next declaration: “When I grow up, I’m going to marry Aunt Eliza.”
Tara was glad that she had not taken a drink of her coffee yet as she giggled at the seriousness of Becky’s commitment. “Don’t you think that Aunt Michelle would be sad if you did that?” she suggested.
“Nope,” Becky answered confidently as if she had thought through her plan, “Yum-yum will marry her.” Again the blonde witch was grateful that she didn’t have a mouthful of coffee. In addition to the double image in her mind of her daughter marrying Eliza and her son marrying Michelle, was the reminder of William’s nickname. When Tara had been pregnant with the boy and then after he had arrived, Becky couldn’t say “William.” Instead her pronunciation had been “yum” for the last syllable and eventually it had been turned into “Yum-yum.” Even Willow and Tara were as likely to call the boy “Yum-yum” as William.
“That’s a thorough plan,” Tara told her daughter, not wanting to discourage her dreaming. “Chocolate or White?” she asked as she held up two cartons of soymilk.
“White,” Becky chose as she pulled two sippie-cups from the cabinet and handed them to her mama. As Tara poured the drinks she suggested, “Should we have a picnic with Ima and Yum-yum?”
“Nic-nic, mama?”
Tara looked up at the sound of William’s voice and reached out to take him from Willow. She gave the redhead an admonishing look as she warned, “You shouldn’t be carrying him, love.”
Willow didn’t even respond to Tara’s admonition. By now it was a joke between the two witches. Each time Tara had been pregnant, Willow had been very protective. Now Tara was returning the favor. “Decaf?” Willow asked as she poured herself a cup of coffee.
“Close enough,” Tara answered as she took a sip of her half-caf/half-decaf combination.
“More kicking,” Willow mumbled as she took a drink. After sending the children to carry the silverware and their cups upstairs she leaned over to kiss Tara. “Mmm,” she murmured as she breathed in the scent of the cooking pancakes, “cinnamon and nutmeg.”
“Hey,” Tara protested, “that’s a secret.”
“I have my sources,” the redhead giggled as she started from the room.
“Speaking of your sources,” Tara called out as her daughter came back into the room. A few minutes later the two blondes carried the platter of pancakes and a bowl of fruit into the bedroom.
After William’s passable effort at blessing the food, the family enjoyed their breakfast picnic. Along with their mothers, both children were excited about their new sibling. “Come here,” Tara coaxed as she pulled each child into her lap to clean the syrup from their hands and faces. William squirmed and attempted to get free of the torturous process but Becky sat resignedly on her mother’s lap with an expression that conveyed that she thought this was exactly what a “big girl” would do. After dressing herself and the children, Tara took them on their planned outing while Willow finished her project.
If she had thought about it, either woman might have noticed how this morning was so similar to so many other mornings. If she had thought about it, either woman might have noticed the similarity of this morning to so many dreams. But, if she had thought about it, all either woman was likely to notice was that everything was exactly as it was meant to be.
The End – Thank you.
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