#nctademon

   “You ever notice we change her clothes more than we do our own...?” Willow said, looking over her shoulder as she carefully managed to slip Kara’s tiny toes into the pajama’s feet. The infant was just barely awake, sucking away at the small bottle she had managed to wrap her equally tiny fingers around in the tightest grip she could muster. 

                 “...my stomach looks like a quilt...so many marks.”

              “...she’s cute...” Willow said, the exhaustion that had blanketed her entire being showing plainly in her hoarse voice. Tilting her head a little, slightly glazed eyes looking down at their daughter, she broke the gaze for only a moment or so to look back to Tara. This had been what their wedding had led to, what they had accomplished. The small bundle of life that they’d both conceived together. 

Actual married Willow Rosenberg ( @nctademon )

               “Nice sword. Think that’s really gonna hurt me?”

         “---- Tara, are we still up for SHAKES? I mean if your busy with magic           and school stuff I understand.”

          “Are you sure I can’t make it up to you...?” Willow asked, clearly apologetic for the bright green band-aids she’d returned with. When she’d playfully collapsed onto Tara, hitting the table hadn’t been part of the plan. If anything, it was the farthest thing possible from that. “...sweetie?”

         “Pretty sure there’s a lot of that to go around...” Willow answered, giving a deep sigh as her shoulders slumped. Researching wasn’t something that she minded doing, especially considering that had been her chief position within their little circle. But pulling more than one all-nighter in a week? The stress of that was easily beginning to show.