More updatey goodness

At least I hope it's goodness.
Tanya
Title:Broken Wing
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters except the ones I made up.
Rating: PG-13
Part 25
The house was empty and quiet just as Willow thought it would be. She didn’t know where her parents were, but judging by the amount of mail and newspapers, they’d been gone for a few days. The redhead confiscated today’s paper, shoving it into her back pack. Now she could tell them when she was ready. Assuming of course, nobody that saw it already told them. She led Tara through the house to her bedroom. A wave of sadness washed over Willow when she turned the bedroom light on. Everything she was trying to leave behind was staring her square in the face. Her bedroom was geek central, Willow never really noticed that before. She shouldn’t have brought Tara here. It wasn’t as though the redhead thought she was the picture of coolness now, but she wasn’t... this, all math problems and science fiction. Well... okay, maybe she was still that stuff, but she hid it better now.
Tara could feel the sadness, insecurity, and shame emanating from Willow, she just didn’t know where it stemmed from. This was by far the most beautiful home she had ever been in, certainly nothing to be ashamed of. The knew without a doubt exactly what room they were standing in. It was adorably Willow, and gave Tara an immediate sense of security. She was very glad to be there.
“Did you win all these?” Tara asked walking toward a bookcase filled with trophies, awards, and ribbons.
“Yeah,” Willow said quietly.
“Wow... I can’t believe how smart you are. I wish I could be like that,” Tara said running her hand across a shelf. “We can’t all be geniuses though,” she said turning to face Willow, “otherwise we wouldn’t know how special one was when we came across them.” Willow smiled brightly at her girlfriend. How did she always know what to say to make her feel better? Willow stepped forward taking her girlfriend’s hand. “What?” Tara asked with a lop-sided grin.
“You’re wonderful,” Willow said giving her a chaste kiss. “You don’t believe me?” Willow inquired reading Tara’s expression.
“I believe that you believe I am,” Tara responded.
“How can I make you see it?”
“Willow, if that were possible you would already see it in yourself.”
“I suppose that’s true,” the redhead smiled. “I guess I’m not so smart after all.”
“No, you’re definitely smart,” Tara said, “and brave.”
“Oh... I’m not brave... really... I run in the face of danger.”
“No, you don’t,” Tara smiled shaking her head. “You’ve fought evil for over three years, you chose to stay and help when you could have left, and you’re protecting me now. If that’s not bravery I don’t know what is.”
“You seem so surprised that I want to keep you safe,” Willow said looking into Tara’s blue eyes, “Why?”
“I can’t...”
“Please, stop pushing me away,” Willow pleaded. Tara pulled her hand away, folded her arms across her chest, and walked across the room. Willow followed her with her eyes, but stayed where she was.
“I don’t mean to push you away,” Tara said quietly, “but what you’re asking of me... it was bad. My father hates me, hates what I am. I woke up every day knowing bad things would happen to me and my mother because we were there.” She wiped away the tears that were beginning to fall. “I can’t remember a time when I wasn’t beaten, it was just the way things were, you know? And then my mother got sick, very sick. He didn’t even try to help her. He refused to take her to the hospital, refused to get her any treatment. He told me it was the magick that killed her. It made the cancer grow until she couldn’t fight it anymore. Of all the things he said to me, it was the only thing I didn’t believe. He got worse after her death, much worse.”
“You don’t have to go on,” Willow said crying now herself.
“Some days were worse than others, the days he caught me practicing magick were the worst. On those days it felt like the beatings were never going to end and I just wanted to die,” Tara sobbed. “It was a little after midnight, I was in the attic with my mother’s book and he caught me again. He told me he would chain me in the cellar, but I didn’t think he would really do it. He put the restraints on so tightly, the metal cut into my wrists and ankles. For over two weeks I was down there. He would come down and beat me whenever he felt like it. I was lucky if I got anything to eat or drink. I thought I would die there, but then it was like I just knew what to do and I ran. He’ll kill me, if he finds me, Willow,” Tara said looking up at her girlfriend for the first time since she started speaking. She looked so broken, Willow never wanted to see her look that way again. She crossed the room and wrapped Tara up in her arms.
“Then he won’t find you,” Willow stated firmly. “I love you, Tara, and I’ll die before I let him hurt you again.”
“I know, that’s what I’m afraid of.”
“I don’t want you to be afraid,” Willow said. “I’ll be okay and you’ll be okay, and do you know why?” Tara shook her head no. “Because we’re a family, me, you, Buffy, Xander, and even Anya. Together through everything, so I want you to relax because you’re protected and safe.”
“I feel safe,” Tara said releasing the tension from her body.
“I’m glad,” Willow smiled, drying the blonde’s tears.
“This is going to be fun,” Tara said pushing away all the unpleasantness for Willow’s sake.
“What is?”
“Staying here... playing house,” Tara said shyly, blushing.
“I like that idea,” Willow grinned. “I’ve had dreams about this.”
“Tell me one,” Tara said pulling Willow to the bed. The two girls sat down snuggling into one another.
“Well, usually they start just like this,” Willow said smiling at the blonde, “only it’s morning and we’re just waking up. We’re cuddling, and kissing, and you know, saying our good mornings,” the redhead blushed. “Then BOOM! Kids come running in, jumping on the bed.”
“How many?” Tara asked.
“Three,” Willow smiled, “two girls and a boy.”
“And then what happens?”
“We get up, have breakfast, get ready for the day... you know, just regular every day stuff.”
“It sounds wonderful,” Tara said wistfully.
“I never had that,” Willow said. “I always wanted it, a real family, but my parents were always gone. Some times they didn’t even tell me they were leaving. I would wake up and they wouldn’t be there. I don’t want that to be my future. My family is always going to come before my work.”
“I know it will,” Tara stated giving Willow a reassuring kiss. “I’m not my dad, and you aren’t your parents. Our children are only ever going to know happiness and love.”
“Our children,” Willow repeated with a grin.
“I... I d-d-didn’t...” Tara stammered ducking her head. How could she have been so stupid.
“Hey,” Willow said raising her girlfriend’s chin, “in case you missed it, I was smiling. Plus, you know... the whole dream thing, I think that pretty much gave away the fact that I see us together always.” Tara nodded and smiled. “I’m glad I’m not the only one who sees it,” Willow said.
“You’re not,” Tara said. She leaned in, capturing Willow’s lips with her own. Tara felt the insecurity and anxiety raise inside her, though whether it was hers or Willow’s she didn’t know. Tara broke the kiss and pulled back to look at Willow, it was her emotions Tara had felt. “You’re scared,” the blonde said, “tell me why.”
“I want to make love to you, but I don’t know how to get there, or what to do once I arrive,” Willow said her honesty surprising even herself.
“I get that,” Tara said feeling the exact same way. “We haven’t talked about this before, not really anyway. Neither one of us has ever... before,” Tara said blushing. “I think it’s natural to be nervous and unsure of what to do.”
“That makes sense,” Willow nodded. “Do you think we’re ready?”
“I feel ready, I want to,” the blonde replied unable to look at the other girl.
“Me too,” Willow agreed. After a brief pause she added, “so... why is it so awkward?”
“I don’t know,” Tara said with a giggle. Willow smiled at her girlfriend placing a chaste kiss on her lips.
“Do you feel like dinner?” Willow asked, ready for a much easier topic. Tara nodded grateful for something new to discuss. “What would you like?”
“I think it’s better we stay in,” Tara said. “We could cook something here,” the blonde suggested.
“That sounds nice, but I can’t cook,” Willow admitted, “really... I tried to make jell-o once, and I’m not sure what happened, but it never got wiggly,” the redhead pouted.
Tara smiled, “I can teach you.”