Anger, oh the anger!

The shower was quick. I had the temptation to look at Samantha every now and then, but I knew deep down it wasn't right even if she did invite me to look at her freely. During the summer, she was quite shy of me being naked, but she seemed less stricken with shyness when it can to her own body. Maybe she just has high self-esteem.

She did tease me for it too. Saying that I'll stare at a girl in her underwear but not when she's naked.

"It's just... out of respect, you know," I say. It's poor defense, but I mean it in the best way.

Samantha rolls her eyes in a playful manner. "If you'd like to think that then I won't stop you."

She flicks off the bedroom light and climbs into bed. Samantha settles herself in the sheets before she smothers me against her tank-top covered chest. Now, she's just milking it.

"Oops, sorry." Samantha snickers while apologizing.

Now it's my turn to roll my eyes, but I say nothing.

She lets up, letting me peacefully lay on her chest as it steadily rises and falls with her even breathing. It's so relaxing to me. I feel like I'm laying on two preheated pillows. They're just so soft and squishy. Gods, I love boobs. And to add on top of that, Samantha's hand makes an awesome blanket. Holy shit when Christmas comes around and we're curled up in blankets, sitting by the fire and drinking hot cocoa together, snuggling up against one another! Oh, man I can't wait.

"Would you like to accompany me when I go downstairs and talk to mom tomorrow about our plan?" Samantha asks.

I'm too wound up in my own future thoughts that I forgot about the here and now. "Oh, yeah sure."

"Great," Samantha leans down and gives me a soft peck on the head. "Goodnight, babe."

"Night."

The next morning, Samantha gets right down to it. I don't because I'm still dozing off on Samantha's shoulder while she gets herself mentally and emotionally ready to face her mom head on. As far as I know, this will be the first time Samantha and Willow will interact with each other face to face. I hope Samantha can see the good in Willow enough to let go of some anger that she's been holding onto towards her mother.

I hide a large yawn with the back of my hand. "Are you ready?" I ask.

"No," Samantha responds.

Her answer puts a small smirk on my tired face. "Good answer. Let's do this."

Samantha takes in a deep breath and slides open the doors. Willow is sitting at her desk, quietly murmuring to herself as she works. Her age is showing now with the stress she's been getting from work.

Samantha awkwardly steps, as if she's unsure of being here. She walks up to the front of the desk and waits for Willow to notice her. When she hasn't noticed, Samantha clears her throat. The feeling of not wanting to be here is ebbing off of Samantha like smoke off of a frozen lake when the sun rises.

Willow looks up from her desk, then smiles when she sees that it's her daughter. "Oh, good morning, Samantha, how are you?"

Samantha shifts her weight to one leg, showing her discomfort. "I'm good."

At least the two are trying to push past the unbearable fact that Willow left Samantha behind for four years. This will make an awkward conversation indeed.

"What can I do for you?" Willow asks since she knows she's not going to get the simple questions she asked her daughter.

Samantha bites her lip. She's all choked up now that she's facing her mother. I would be to if I had to walk in and ask my mom to make my girlfriend a normal size so we can live a normal life.

How would you start that off? 'Oh, hey, Mom! Can you make Caesar a normal size for me so I can keep her in the guest bedroom and cuddle with her whenever I need it! And maybe the occasional smooch or make out section? Oh, that legal document where I have the ability to own a tiny? Don't worry about that! I have a full grown human!" Yeah, I don't know how to start it off either.

"There are some questions that have recently surfaced about our relationship with each other... m-mine and Caesar's relationship, that is." Samantha starts off, which catches Willow's undivided attention.

"And what would that be?" She asks while staring at me. I know full well that if I ever get on Willow's bad side, it will be hell on earth for me.

"Since what happened over the week has given me some serious heartaches and pain, I've decided that it would be best if Caesar was a normal size. I've already lost her once and I'm not ready to lose her anytime soon. Caesar will be able to take of herself and have her own free choices. I'll still provide for her every now and then." I think Samantha did quite well leading Willow to believe this is for my safety and nothing else. That is shot down real quick.

Willow sighs and plucks a pen up off the table. She rolls it around in her fingers and that's when we both know we've been caught.

"Samantha, dear, I love you very much, but I can't subject Caesar to size alteration testing. It hasn't fully developed yet and on top of that you shouldn't know about it." Willow says in a stern tone. "And don't think that I don't know what you and Caesar have together and what relationship you two hold for each other."

Samantha reverts back into herself and frowns at her mother. "You've spent four years on this damn project and you still haven't figured a single thing out."

Willow doesn't seem as shocked as I do. I shouldn't be though.

"Sam, babe, it's okay." I try to sooth Samantha but that turns her wrath on me.

"Don't you dare tell me it's okay, Caesar because it's not." She growls.

My little heart has never jumped in speed so fast before. Seeing the anger in her eyes and hate falling from her mouth, I knew then that this whole thing will fall apart and fast.

"The atomic bomb was made in three years," Samantha points out. "Why can't the worlds smartest scientists figure out size alterations?"

"Because we are not in the middle of a war, Samantha," Willow responds bluntly. She then goes on, adding some feeling to her words. "I know you'd like this now, but it is not ready. And if it were ready, we have no idea what the short or long term side effects are. What if it caused serious brain damage? Or physical damage to the body? Science takes time, Sweetheart, I'm sorry."

Samantha's face screws up in anger and she stomps out in rage, not even bothering to shut the door. She didn't stand her ground. Once Samantha was denied the answer she wanted, she up and left.

"Hey, hold on!" I call out. "We're not done talking."

Samantha has no intention of stopping just to turn back and face Willow again. "We are done talking and mom isn't going to help!"

"She will if you hear her out. We haven't explored all of our options." I counter-argue.

I hear Samantha's teeth grit out of anger. "You're picking her side over mine?"

"No, I'm no-"

Samantha slams her bedroom shut. "You're supposed to be on my side! Don't you want to be normal?"

My throat twists shut, fearing that if I speak up I'll get hurt.

Samantha huffs and plucks me off her shoulder so she can put me down on her desk. "I should've known you'd pick moms side over mine."

I try to clarify that I'm not picking sides. Samantha still doesn't want to hear what I have to say.

"Quit lying to me!" Samantha shouts. I shrink back from her rage. "Just because she fixed your leg doesn't mean you owe her anything!"

"I'm not owing anything to anyone. Samantha, you're not listening!" I begin to plead with her to calm down.

Samantha slams her hands against the desk which knocks me over. "You're not listening! I've spent four years waiting for my mom to come back. Now that I know she's wasted her time on nothing, absolutely nothing! She's thrown four years of happiness that we could have had together down the drain and she doesn't give a crap about it! Don't you get it! She doesn't care about me!"

"But she does!" My please mean nothing to her though.

"I will not listen to you talk about how my mom feels about me! Go to your room!"

The demand takes me back a step. It's odd hearing Samantha demand something of me and I counter it in the wrong way. "No! You're going to listen to what I- Gah!"

Samantha snatches me up in the not so friendly and gentle kind of way. She squeezes hard and I begin to whimper both of fear and pain. "I own you! You will do what I say!"

That was simplest reminder that even the gentlest giants have their limitations.

"S-Sam, you're hurting... me." I whimper, trying to pull myself out of the tight grip.

The clenching fist relaxed when Samantha realizes her mistake. I gulp down some air after finally being free, but when a hand moves out the corner of my eye, I flinch out of terror.

I've given a quick reminder of where I stand in this world after lawlessly ignoring it.

"I... I'm..." Samantha is too shaken up by her mixed emotions. Her anger towards Willow and her guilt over hurting me. "Caesar, I..." her voice croaks as she tries to apologize.

After nearly getting the life squeezed out of me, I still go out of my way to comfort the saddened and frustrated teen, even if I am still shaken up from it all.

"It's okay, Sam. It was an accident." I say gently.

Samantha shakes her head, muttering no as tears and snot drip down her face. "No, it's not okay, Caesar. It's never been okay. I shouldn't have gotten angry at you over something so stupid."

I open my mouth to tell her it's okay again. Clearly that's not going to work because it's not okay, but I'm a very forgiving person.

"You're right, but I know it wasn't you. You didn't mean to do it and I'm willing to forgive you for the little innocent." I say, doing my best to reassure Samantha that it all was an honest mistake.

The comforting words don't really comfort Samantha, it just makes her cry. I hold out my arms so she can get a face hug. No, this isn't Aliens, guys. Get off my back about it.

Samantha digs her nose in my stomach and she cries, this time she takes the blame for her own mistake. Our rolls have changed since yesterday and I'd be much for comfortable with it if I were able to comfort my girlfriend in a proper manner.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Samantha repeats.

It breaks my heart to see Samantha getting hurt. I want to do more. I need to do more. Even if it means going to extreme measures to make it happen.