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Tara walks down the stairs, smiles at the other patrons, and sits at the bar. "How about a mocha this time, bar? Still with whipped cream."

A steaming mug of mocha appears in front of her. It is topped by a rather tall pile of whipped cream and chocolate flakes. She sips at her drink.

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Tara strokes Willow's arm. "You did all you could baby." She lays her head on Willow's should and is silent for a few seconds.

"I didn't mean to make you sad."

"I don't have to be sad. I have you again. Tara...?"

"Mmm?"

"We've been engaged for two years..."

"I know baby, I know. And it's my fault that we haven't done the actual ceremony yet. I...I definitely want to marry you. But...I just don't know where to start to plan a wedding."

"How about, do you want to do it in here, out back, or up in our room?"

She wants to finally marry her love.

"This is where we reunited. I'd like to do it in here. That's a start."

"Okay. Do you want a dress? I went to Rome once to go dress shopping, or we could magick things in...Or there might be a way to get catalogues? Or you could wear anything you want. Or skyclad?"

Babbling much?

Tara laughs, a genuine laugh. "I always envisioned myself getting married in a white dress. Not a huge Princess Diana thing, but a simple white dress. With a veil. A small one. We can save the skyclad for later that night."

"Okay. I'll talk to someone and see what I can find out. I was thinking about something really really pale green for me. What do you think?"

"I like it. It'll bring out the green in your eyes." Tara giggles. "You know, if we could get in contact with him, I'd really like Giles to perform the ceremony."

"We can leave a note with the bar if he's around. I'm sure he would..."

"Ok. Do you want to do the whole walking down the aisle thing, or just skip that and start with us standing?"

Willow ponders that.

"Which of us would walk down the aisle? I mean...Which of us is the bride?"

"Both of us. I mean, one of us could walk down and then the other. Or we could walk together holding hands."

"We...we don't really have anyone to walk us. But I like the idea of walking together. We already are each other's family."

"Sounds like the thing to do, then. What about music? I don't know too many musicians here, but I imagine there are at least a few."

"We can put up a flier. There used to be a woman who played the piano. And there was a piano recital. And the greeneyed man...We'll definitely be able to find music. And we can talk to the Head Barman about food and drinks. Champagne and cake and stuff."

"Sounds good. Sounds like all we need to do is set a date. Or a dateish. What do you think."

"Soon."

She blushes.

"I want to call you my wife, Tara. My beautiful wonderful Tara wife."

"And I want you to be my wife. My Willow wife." Tara takes Willow's hand. "With her Willow hands. And nose." She gently taps Willow on the nose. "How about approximately one month from now? That should allow us to get in contact with people and arrange things. Maybe the Scoobies will be able to come after all."

Willow giggles softly.

"A month. In a month, Ms. Tara Maclay and Ms. Willow Rosenberg invite you to celebrate their marriage and the vows that will make them one."

She lifts their joined hands and kisses them.

Tara closes her eyes for a moment. A shower of sparkles appears around their hands, expanding until it encompasses them both in a golden shine and they are both bathed in light. She opens her eyes as the sparkles fade away. "Ok."

Willow sighs happily and finishes her martini.

"I love you so much, Tara. There aren't words for how much."

Tara finishes her coffee and stands, taking Willow's hand. "Maybe you can show me?"

"Every way I can."

She thinks hard a produces a bright yellow daisy to hand to Tara.

"Let's go upstairs"

Tara takes the daisy with a smile. She looks at it for a moment then tucks it behind her ear. "Yes, let's."

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