Chapter Fifteen: Phone Panic
The sound of her cell phone ringing caused Willow to groan as she reached for her phone. She had never been a morning person, and the sound of her phone ringing before she woke up was bound to irritate her.
"Hello?" Willow grumbled, not bothering to look at the caller-id.
"Well hello to you too, Beautiful. Did I wake you?" Tara asked, amusement in her voice.
"Hmm...you're the only person that's allowed to wake me. I love the sound of your voice in the morning," Willow told her, feeling more awake as soon as she heard Tara's voice. "Good morning."
"Good morning, Sweetie. Did you sleep okay before I woke you?" Tara wondered, smiling as she spoke.
"Mhmm...it was nice. I dreamt about you," Willow admitted before blushing bright red as she realized what she said. "I...uh...I mean..."
"All good dreams, I hope," Tara said, her smile growing from the redhead's words.
"Amazing dreams," Willow replied, smiling in response to Tara's words. "What about you? Did you sleep okay?"
"Yeah, I did. I slept really well. I had a beautiful redhead guest staring in my dreams," Tara told her, shifting the phone to her other ear as she spoke.
They continued to flirt for a little bit, enjoying the light conversation until Tara heard a knock on her door and lifted her head to see her mother standing there.
"What did she say?" Janet Maclay mouthed to her daughter.
Realizing that she forgot her real reason for calling, Tara gave her mother a sheepish smile. "Hey, Will. I...uh...I kinda called to ask you something," Tara admitted, looking at her mother as she spoke.
"Oh, okay. What did you want to ask?" Willow wondered, frowning at Tara's sudden change of conversation.
"Um...my m-m-mom w-w-wanted to kn-know if you'd l-like to come f-f-for dinner?" Tara asked, her nerves causing her stutter to surface.
Willow stiffened at Tara's words, not sure how to respond to the blonde. "Um...your...your mom?" Willow replied, feeling panic set it.
"Y-yeah. Y-you don't h-have to if y-you don't w-w-want to. S-she just w-wants to m-m-meet you," Tara explained, shifting nervously as she waited for Willow to answer.
"Oh, I want to. I mean I'd love to meet your mom, but what if she doesn't like me? What if she thinks I'm not good enough for you or that I'm just some weird freak because I can't shut up or stop babbling? What if I babble non-stop at dinner? What if your mom hates me? What if..."
"Willow!" Tara called, pulling the redhead out of her nervous rant.
"Sorry," Willow replied sheepishly, giving a nervous laugh.
"Sweetie, you have nothing to be worried about. So do you want to come for dinner? 'Cause my mom is standing here waiting for an answer," Tara told her, smiling as Willow gave a nervous squeak at her words.
"Your mom is there? In the room? Listening to my babble?" Willow asked, her eyes widening as she sat up quickly in her hotel bed.
"No, I'm listening to it and my mom is just waiting for me to tell her yes or no."
"Oh...um...yeah, I guess. What time?" Willow wondered, nervously playing with her hair.
"7?" Tara offered, watching her mother nod in response before walking from the room.
"That's fine. 7 is good. I can do seven," Willow told her, causing Tara to laugh lightly.
"Darling, calm down. It'll be fine. My mom is going to love you. I promise," Tara said, smiling as she tried to calm her girlfriend down.
"A-are you sure? Cause I really want her to like me, but I know that I can be a bit of a spazz and well..."
"Shh, Sweetie. She's going to love you, okay?" Tara reassured, wishing she could hold Willow.
"Okay," Willow agreed as she relaxed just for a moment before a random thought caused her panic to flare again. "Your mom's not still in the room, right? She's not listening to my panic?"
"No, Baby. She left after I told her the time," Tara said, smiling at the adorableness that was Willow.
"Oh, okay. Good. That's good," Willow whispered, as she relaxed. "So, I guess I'll see you at 7 then? Unless...unless you want to do something before. I mean, you don't have to cause we'll see each other tonight, but I thought maybe you'd want to...get some coffee or something..."
"I'd love to. Want to meet at the Espresso Pump in an hour?" Tara offered, smiling at Willow's nervous babble.
Willow smiled at Tara's response and looked at the clock. "Okay. I'll see you in an hour then," Willow told her, as she climbed from her bed.
"See you in an hour," Tara replied before hanging up so that she could get ready.
A/N: I know its short but this was a filler for now. Thank you Gimpy72 for giving me a few ideas for the next few chapters and for constantly helping with all my stories.