Nothing Too Specific
Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy, but I do own Sophie :)
Meanwhile, at Xander's apartment, Willow had begun pacing back and forth nervously while Xander munched on a bowl of Cheerios.
"Where's Buffy? She should be here by now!" The wicca cried in panic. "What if she doesn't turn up in time? Then I won't have long enough to get ready, and I'll be late, and Tara will turn up in a beautiful dress ready to walk down the aisle but I won't be at the end of it, and she'll think I've got cold feet and.."
"Willow, chill" said Xander, halting his friend's panicked babble and putting his bowl of cereal aside so he could stand and lay a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Buffy's only a few minutes late, she's probably just giving Faith instructions on how to do Tara's make up right so she doesn't make her look like a prostitute."
"Tara could never look like a prostitute" said Willow, glaring at him. Xander gulped. Nowadays, a Willow-glare was scary. He threw his hands up defensively.
"It wasn't an insult, Will. I just meant you can do a lot with make-up. This one time Anya put on this bright red lipstick and really dark eyeshadow and.. well, I can't go any further without entering the territory of too much information, but you get the point."
"Yeah" Willow sighed. Then her eyes suddenly widened as if she had thought of something terrible. "What if Buffy crashed her car on the way here? 'Cause that's a very real possibility with her you know, or what if demons attacked the house, or Dawn did another spell that made something bad happen, or.." at that moment, the doorbell rang.
"See, Will? You were completely overreacting" Xander smiled as he stood to answer the door. "Everything will be fine. Nothing strange or unexpected is going to happen today.." Xander pulled the door open, letting out a sudden scream as Anya flew at him, a shocked Willow looking on.
"Anya!" Buffy scolded the ex-demon as she entered the apartment. "You were supposed to wait outside until I explained everything!"
"Well excuse me for being a little impatient!" Anya yelled, turning to face the slayer while Xander and Willow were left to wonder what the hell was going on. "I haven't seen Xander in three years, and after today I probably won't see him again until he dies, and that could be over sixty years away! Maybe longer if he stops eating so many Twinkies." She turned to the one-eyed man in question, frowning. "Well? Aren't you happy to see me?" Buffy couldn't help but laugh a little when Xander, along with Willow, remained frozen. Knowing that there was no point in hiding them now thanks to Anya's little display, she poked her head out the door and called Joyce, Gunn, and Doyle inside. Yup, she had a whole lot of explaining to do on this one.
Back at the Summers house, Wesley was catching up with Connor, Jenny was chatting to Dawn, and Kendra had taken up Buffy's suggestion of introducing herself to Faith, which had now lead the two into a discussion comparing their very different approaches to slaying. In Tara's room, Fred was still playing with Sophie, and Cordelia was helping Tara into her dress before they started on her hair and make up.
"There we go" said Cordelia, zipping up the back of the dress before stepping back to take a closer look. The dress was a pure, beautiful white, and had a sparkling silver lining sewn along the hem and neckline. The veil sat on the dresser, ready to be put on later. "Boy, are you gorgeous" Cordy grinned. "Willow's gonna totally flip when she sees you."
"You really think so?" said Tara, blushing.
"Uh-huh" said Sophie, while Fred nodded in agreement. "You look really, really pretty Mama Tara, and you haven't even gots your make up on yet!"
"Speaking of, we better get a move on with that, sit down" Cordelia ordered. Tara obeyed, sitting on the chair in front of the dresser, while Sophie led Fred off to her room to show the physicist her toys. Cordy began brushing Tara's hair, and after a few minutes, Tara decided to ask her friend a question about something that had been bothering her for awhile.
"Cordy, can I ask you something?"
"Depends" Cordelia replied. "There are certain things I'm forbidden to talk to you about as part of my conditions for being allowed to come here. Just ask and I'll see what I can do."
"Well, Sophie drew this picture of me holding a baby a while ago.."
"Ah. Not supposed to say anything too specific about that. But I will tell you this" Cordy grinned, leaning over to whisper in Tara's ear. "You're probably gonna find yourself needing a whole lot of tiny pink outfits in the not too distant future."