The two women stood looking at the gowns they would be wearing in public in a few days. Surprisingly, they were not horrified.
The long-haired ash blonde turned to her deep-wine-haired partner and said, Leave it to Buffy, she actually found outfits for her bridal party that wont humiliate us.
The other replied, Well, she was always good with fashion, and shes never been much for cruel traditions, like the one which says bridesmaids dresses need to be ugly to make the bride shine. Besides, Cordelia helped her pick them.
A happy tone in her voice, Tara answered, Well, technically, Anya and I are the only actual bridesmaids, which is fine since we tend to look good in the same things. Dawn is listed as Representing the Bride's Family, Cordy and Fred are Groom's Attendants even though Anya insists they should be called Lamplighters, and youre Woman of Honor, my darling.
Another triumph of my best friends progressive thinking. I mean, if a man were standing for her hed be the Man of Honor, so why should she be bound by patriarchal distinctions between Matron and Maid? Willow answered confidently.
Liar, her lover replied, you know the real reason was she couldnt decide whether a pregnant woman who is in a committed lesbian relationship, wears a wedding ring, and was legally married to her partner in another country, should be called a matron or a maid. Interesting, weve been together for most of the nine years shes known you, she and I have become such great friends, and she has her own little past experiences with Faith and not so little ones with Satsu to draw from, and she still sometimes doesnt know how to take us. Oh, well, at least she got us gowns we can wear again to something formal, maybe with a little alteration.
Not so little in my case, baby, remember?
Tara reached out to rub Willows belly. Nonsense, just take out the maternity panel and youll be fine. Still like this?
A tummy rub from Summers maman? Yes, Summers ima likes it and so does Summer, from the way shes moving.
I love the way you look now. I am so glad we did this, and Im totally serious, I want to do it myself in a few years.
Oh, yes, the nausea, the backaches, sore nipples, swelling feet, swelling nose, crazy appetite . . . .
All of it, sweetie, all of it, including that little knot when you first felt life, the moving around, the mood swings, every bit of it. And the next baby will be look like you, I want everything.
They went over to the bed and sat on the edge, holding each others right hands. Tara said, I even spent a few minutes debating whether we should switch titles with the next baby, you be Maman and I be Ima but that would be too confusing and it wouldnt really mean anything anyway.
Hey, I was thinking that same thing, you know, different titles for the egg donor and gestational mother, you know, just for that reason, and how wed explain that to them and all, and it made some sense to me and . . . .
Alright, hey, I already thought of everything youre thinking. I figure growing up in a mixed Jewish-Wiccan family on a closed Hellmouth will be confusing enough for our kids.