Hi Kittens
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Just a quick reply then an update
irishgrl3: I agree, time for Willow to move on to better things. Thanks for the feedback.
Okay, now an update, hope you enjoy (it's a little bit longer than the first part)
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“Ryan! Ryan!” Lydia and Julia Rosenberg called in unison to their three year old cousin as they raced towards the swings where the young boy was playing.
“Push me.” The boy requested, a frustrated pout playing on his face from trying to get the swing to work for the past two minutes.
The twins walked round behind Ryan and, as one, they gave him a forceful push that set the little boys’ swing in motion.
“Whhheeeeeeee!” Ryan giggled happily as he flew back and forth, with Lydia and Julia taking it in turns to make sure the swing didn’t slow down.
“Ryan, do you wanna play chase? You can be it first.” Julia, having gotten bored of pushing the swing suggested a new game for the three of them to play.
“Okay, stop me please.”
The twins stopped pushing and waited for the swing to slow down a little, then they grabbed the chains and held it completely still as Ryan slipped down to the ground.
“Are you ready Ry? Remember you need to count to ten before you can chase after us.”
And with that the two girls ran as fast as they could to the large field near the playground, leaving a bewildered Ryan trying to remember what number came after five.
The twins laughed and shouted as they ran, not really paying attention to where they were running. Looking behind them they realised that their little cousin was heading in their direction and decided to separate. Lydia ran off towards the picnic tables while Julia headed in the direction of the basketball courts. Guessing that he probably had more chance of catching Jules, Ryan set off in pursuit of the eldest twin, leaving Lydia to weave herself around the maze of wooden benches.
With all the available seating Lydie didn’t expect anyone to be sat out on the ground, which is why she tripped over the pretty blonde woman who’d been quietly reading on a red blanket near a large oak tree.
“Owie.” The youngster muttered reaching down to rub her left ankle.
“Oh sweetie, are you okay?” The woman asked focusing kind blue eyes on the child in front of her.
“I hurt my foot.” The young redhead explained, desperately trying not to cry in front of the stranger.
“Can I have a look?” The woman asked; concern evident in her voice.
Lydia looked at the blonde for a short time. After determining that the lady looked very nice and kind the little redhead simply nodded and moved her hands to let the grown up see her ankle. Soft hands slowly, gently removed one small purple sneaker and rolled down Lydia’s white ankle sock. The little girl took a sharp intake of breath as she caught sight of her, slightly bigger than usual, bruised ankle.
“It’s a little swollen; you must have twisted it as you fell.” The kind blonde explained before resting her palm above the bruised area and closing her eyes. A warm, tingly sensation ran through Lydia’s ankle and suddenly it didn’t hurt so much.
“There, does that feel better?” The woman asked as she once again inspected the injury.
Lydia looked down and saw that there was nothing but a small feint bruise left as evidence of her fall. Amazed hazel eyes stared awe-struck into twinkling blue ones before the little girl let out an almost silent “Wow!” The woman chuckled softly at the youngster’s reaction and Lydia knew that it was the prettiest sound she had ever heard in her life.
“Are, are you a fairy?” The little girl asked quietly, as if she were sharing a secret.
“No honey, I just know a bit of magic.”
“My mommy can do magic, but, but she doesn’t make my owies better like you did.”
“I’m sure she makes your owies better in her own, special way.”
“Yep, she kisses them away, then gives us a candy.”
“Well, I don’t have any candies, so, you’re gonna have to run back to your mommy for one of those.” The blonde smiled kindly.
“No, I’m okay now. Can I sit and talk to you for a little while please? Oh no, wait, I’m not allowed to talk to strangers, and I’m supposed to be playing chase with Jules and Ryan. Oh, they know where I am, they can come get me if they want me to play. But then I’m still talking to a stranger, which is bad, so I should find out your name. Oh, and tell you my name because otherwise you’ll be talking to a stranger too. Are grown ups allowed to talk to strangers?”
When the musical sound of the blonde’s laughter once again filled the air Lydia stopped talking and blushed furiously.
“Sorry, I, I get that off my mommy. Julia usually shuts me up when I start to babble.”
“Oh, I like the babble. I’m sorry honey, I, I wasn’t laughing at you. You just reminded me of someone I used to know is all. And I don’t want you getting into trouble for talking to a stranger, so, I’m Tara.” The blonde introduced herself, as she marvelled at how much like Willow this little girl was, both in appearance and character.
“Oh, that’s a very pretty name, my name is Lydia Danielle Rosenberg and I’m five years old.” The little girl replied politely, just like her mommy had taught her.
“Rosenberg?” Tara’s heart momentarily stopped as this little, babbling, red-headed girl spoke the name that was engraved on her heart.
“Yes, Rosenberg, that’s my mommy’s name. She changed our names to be the same as hers when daddy left, but, I don’t remember that because we were only tiny when that happened. Oh, we is me and Julia, Jules is my twin sister. She’s exactly like me only she doesn’t talk as much, and she’s older, but only by four minutes. Oh and she’s bossy too.”
“Okay.” Tara hadn’t heard babble in almost eight years so she was quietly proud of herself for being able to follow what Lydia was telling her. “I know who you are, and I now know who Jules is, so, who might Ryan be? That is who you said you were playing chase with isn’t it?”
“Yep, Ryan’s our little cousin. He’s only three and we have to look after him because he’s the baby. Only, he won’t be the baby for much longer ‘cos auntie Anya and uncle Xander are having another baby soon.”
At the mention of Xander and Anya’s names Tara finally accepted what deep down, she had known from the second she’d laid eyes on the little girl. This was Willow Rosenberg’s daughter.
Tara’s heart leapt at the knowledge that the woman who she’d never stopped loving was probably not too far away.
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Am I still doing good?
Hugs
Jeanne
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Tara: “Let me guess – you want me to lie on your lap while you feed me grapes, but my sweet, shy, precious, honey you’ve been too shy to ask – yes?” - GROWW by WannaFriendsBe
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who provides much help & support throughout the creation of this fic. I love you sweetheart 
at: 8/7/04 9:39 pm
well now seeing how he supposedly loved her so much... i think it was a way for him to not let them be together.im sensing some dirty plot by the oz man.he came back found out about tara,willow is forced to choose and now that he has her he leaves.
bad oz bad oz.
ray 
Where are the smelling salts? - I seem to have come over all faint.... 
Well hopefully she meets with Tara again and they can both be mummies!?
were you thinking!
Thanks so much for your feeback. You're so sweet pretending like you haven't already read the next, how many, parts? just so that you don't spoil it for all the other kittens.
You have my word that I will fix things for our darling girls.
. :: shrugs :: I just thought it'd be an interesting idea for a fic.
(although probably not in public).