"One of a kind, yeah," she smiled, gracing Tara with a loving expression.
Tara’s doctor swept in, offering Willow a mere nod before the cursory examination began. It was then that the vampire blanked out.
Completely aware, not at all detached…there was still an odd floaty feeling that she was experiencing. ‘Is this really, finally happening?’ She thought to herself.
She was virtually useless in this situation, and the sudden helplessness made the vampire feel wrong, somehow. Still, she did all she could. A smile and a caress, and embrace or suddenly using her body for support, and nodding vaguely to the doctor’s questions and orders. The little vampire wondered, vaguely, if this is what Xander felt like in class when they were kids.
All she could do was offer comfort and support for her wife.That was all she ever needed to do, really.
It was a blur and a rush of movement, doctors and nurses surrounding, voices barely reaching her ears. A good chunk of her attention was focused more on her wife, on making sure that she was as comfortable as can be in this situation. Tara was well aware of the looks — well aware that word had spread from the one older nurse that couldn’t quite grasp the relationship between human and vampire.
Between contractions, her gaze remained on the redhead as she took in the doctor’s orders, ever eager and compliant, although not entirely herself. Tara could relate. Even through pain and a chaos and loving gestures from her wife, she was in complete disbelief that this was actually, finally happening. Her eyes shone with tears as she looked up at her entire world, the doctor at her side, preparing to deliver.
"C’mere," she whispered, pulling her wife into a much needed embrace, warm lips pressing against a cool cheek. Her fingers curled into fists as she fought through another contraction, growing stronger by the second. By the time it was over, she had collapsed back in exhaustion. Still, she managed to keep her wife close, tearful blue eyes meeting the emerald green of her lover’s. "A R-Rosenberg through and through," she joked, the doctor making his way to the end of her bed for a final exam. "Impatient as can be."
Willow reached in herself, and solidified. There was no room from nervousness or second guessing herself. Tara needed her. Tara needed her to be strong, to be supportive, to be the wife and spouse she needed her to be.
That little moment seemed to last for months.
Tilting her head she pressed a kiss to Tara’s forehead, hoping her cool lips would provide some much needed relief to her wife’s sweaty, feverish forehead.
"I’m here," she whispered. "Strong like an Amazon, baby."