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Down in the Underland	By : FlameWolf666 Category: 1 through F > Alice in Wonderland (2010) > Alice in Wonderland (2010) Views: 8888 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from the book version or Tim Burton's version of Alice in Wonderland. This is just for fun and I make no profit from it.

Chapter List
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Author's Note: Well this has certainly been a wild ride for me as an author. This story got a lot more deep than I ever expected, getting into things I would have never imagined. There were honestly times I questioned whether or not I had the talent to pull this off but I feel I did a decent job. It has been a long, strange journey, but I hope you have enjoyed taking it with me.
Chapter Ten: The Healing
Tarrant's red rimmed eyes kept traveling to the waning Alice as the blonde seemed to almost sway in the kneeling position she had assumed. Even Mirana seemed concerned, despite how weak and sickly she still seemed. Some black still splotched her dress and skin but was gradually fading as Underland slowly started to restore itself. “You two have done well and deserve some much needed rest,” the monarch suggested, letting the condition of her ailing kingdom slide for now. The pair before her seemed damaged in many ways and she could sense they needed some time to heal. For now, her armies and the group that had helped defeat Stayne would have to be enough. She simply wouldn't risk their mental well-being any further than she already had.
“Thank ya majesty,” the milliner burred, the presence of his 'madness' making everyone flinch away from him. The longer he stayed like this, the more the tailor thought the Hatter part of him was the true madness; a shield to protect others from his more violent urges that came from what he had gone through during the war. The longer he was like this, the more right this state of being was beginning to feel to him.
Without another word to the fearful crowd, the orange haired male scooped his all too silent soulmate into his purple clad arms. Then he was charging back out into the courtyard, peppering his treasure's face with urgent kisses. “Yae'll bae alrigh' mae Alice, yae have t'bae,” he rasped as he vaulted onto Bandy's striped back and kicked his furry sides. The massive beast grunted in protest, giving the seamster a withering glance before charging off towards his home. While the monster ran, Tarrant kept his gaze fixed on the disturbingly still female in his arms. On the way back from the floating ruins, the former champion had withdrawn into herself more and more; almost as if she was trying to escape from reality.
It was only a few more moments before they reached the small hut Tarrant called home and the lithe male was vaulting himself off Bandy's back in his eagerness to get Alice inside and taken care of. First he laid her on the couch, which gave the stunned female a gentle pat on the head. Then he was moving into the kitchen and ordering the utensils to make a strong cup of tea. The Brandy suggested adding a shot of itself, something the flustered male agreed to heartily. After that was taken care of, he was moving back into the living room to pull his nearly catatonic lover onto his lap. “Donnae worry, Ah'll bae takin' care o' yae,” burred the worried male, brushing her golden locks out of her expressionless face; carefully feeding her tea when it was brought to him.
The weeks felt endless and the milliner felt himself drawing near the end of his rope for each day there was no response from Alice. Every day it was the same thing, he would feed her and talk to her; only to get little to no reaction from his withdrawn soulmate. He could feel his own soul sickening from his distress and he found himself seriously considering taking the ex-champion Above. At least there were doctors there that could help the female instead of the useless waiting. The only downside was he was unsure if she would come back, a fate he was unwilling to consider. Without her near, he would simply die from heartbreak; unable to motivate himself to do anything but sleep.
Sighing, the painfully thin, weary looking male sat up and looked at the doll that was once his beloved. Her blue eyes only stared up at the ceiling, her face as expressionless as the day he had killed Stayne. What she had been put through had broken her fundamentally and the tailor found himself at a loss for how to help her. A faint barking from downstairs broke him out of his sad thoughts and the nightshirt wearing male shook himself before heading down. Once at the floor level, Tarrant swung open the door to reveal Bayard sitting on his stoop; a proud Mally perched on his furry head. “Has there been any change?” the sad looking canine asked, worry in his brown eyes.
“Nay,” the wild haired male whispered, his heart clenching in his chest as he slowly swung the door closed. As soon as the latch clicked, he was sinking to his knees as a ragged sob ripped its way from his chest.
He was so caught up in his fear and misery, he never heard the quiet footsteps approaching him from behind. The only thing that jolted him out of his own mind was the feeling of a warm body pressing against his back. “Hey Tarrant,” came an apologetic whisper by his ear, making his heart swell with terrible hope.
“Alice,” his whispered in a half broken voice, almost afraid to turn around. He had been… seeing things a bit lately due to missing his other half so much. She had still been present but the shell left behind had been no more Alice than the pillows on the bed she laid on.

“I'm sorry for keeping you waiting like a ninny,” she whispered, soft lips pressing to his racing pulse. He was turning in a flash, his hands cupping her pale face as his lips crashed into hers with a rushed urgency.
“Alice,” he whispered over and over again between kisses, tears flowing down his gaunt cheeks as her arms wrapped around her neck. Then he was scooping her into his arms and carrying her up the stairs, his lips not leaving hers for longer than a second.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Weeks Later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Tarrant sighed as he glared at the stubborn villagers before him. Many had been deeply corrupted by Stayne, morphing into monstrous deformations that had little loyalty to the White Queen. Even the trees seemed to bear the crown ill-will, doing their level best to impede their journey to the tiny hamlet. The only reason they had been sent was to try to attain some sort of peace with the tiny town. They had only been there five minutes when someone hucked a stone at a still fragile Alice.
The normally tough female had flinched heavily, coming very close to slipping back into catatonia. Unfortunately that state had been fairly common in the first days of her recovery, causing the female to blank out at the slightest bit of stress. It had taken three weeks for that to settle down enough for her to even leave their house. The fact that they found out she was pregnant once again soon after her coming out of her first bout certainly hadn't helped matters. So when that stone had flown at the shaken blonde, it had taken everything within the tailor not to gut the offender. “Ah c'n see there'll be no talkin' t' this lot,” rasped the irate milliner as he turned Bandy around and simply left.
“I'm sorry,” whispered a shy voice from behind him as the large beast slowly made it's way to Mamoreal.
“There be nothin; t'bae sorry fer,” the brightly dressed tailor assured, his orange eyes glittering down at her fondly.
Since their return, Hatter had made less and less appearances; eventually becoming nothing more than a civil mask he put on to avoid alarm. As the pair traveled in silence, they found themselves remembering the day the truth about Hatter had been uncovered. They had been cuddled together after making love when Tarrant's memories had returned with a rush. At one time, he had once acted like the carefree tailor that he used as a mask. The war had ruined him, driving him into a madness so deep that he was still considered to be far too violent to be the actual personality of the body he inhabited. In the end, Mirana had drawn forth the tittering, peaceful side of himself; forcing him into the background.
Bandy skidding to a stop drew the tailor out of his memories and he gave the looking castle a wary look. So far his eyes hadn't given him away and he hadn't been forced back into the hollow, insane existence of Hatter. Hatter who rambled and spoke nonsense, often acting more like a child than a man. Hatter who was too timid to even think of the notion of sex, let alone with the champion of Underland. Due to this horrifying possibility, Tarrant had begun sending Alice in for them both. Yet he knew it was only a matter of time before this was seen as strange and he was found out. After all this time of finally being able to feel his full gamut of emotions, the idea of returning to his earlier carefree existence honestly terrified him. “You'll be found out sooner or later,” came a sympathetic purr by his ear, echoing his deepest fears as soon as Alice had disappeared into the palace.
Whipping his orange haired head around, Tarrant narrowed his eyes at the pink and purple feline that appeared partially beside him. A large head rest on a pair of crossed, furry arms as the feline grinned at him. “Ah'll no' be goin' back,” the haberdasher gritted out, crimson swirling in his eyes as his temper rose.
“I'm not saying you should. You should just be aware that Mirana has already gotten suspicious. Do you have any ideas for how to plead your case?” the half visible felis reasoned, extending his claws to examine them in an almost bored manner.
“Yae know very well Ah donnae,” the seething Outlander hissed, the red in his eyes turning a dark maroon color as his jaw tensed. Just having this conversation was putting him on edge, so much so that he started having very dark thoughts. Thoughts like killing all in the Under before he allowed himself to be muted like that again. Mirana had meant well but had never realized it was a mistake, that she had allowed the wrong part of him to take over.
The sight of Alice approaching with a white figure close behind made him snap out of his thoughts, apprehension and rage beginning to fill him. “Peace Tarrant. Our champion would not put one she loved so much into danger,” the evaporator assured, placing a paw on a tense shoulder. The tux wearing male only huffed slightly, squaring his purple clad shoulders as the pair got closer. No matter what happened, he would trust his soulmate's judgment.
“Good afternoon Ha… I mean Tarrant. Our dear Alice has informed me of a great injustice I have committed upon you. Would you please come down so I can properly ask for your forgiveness?” the nearly pearlescent monarch pleaded, her dark eyes wide and pull of deep guilt and sorrow. The stunned tailor could only stare down at his quick, his mouth hanging open for a few seconds.
When his orange gaze moved to his beloved, the savior of their land only gave him a small smile. Of all the things to happen, he certainly hadn't been expecting something like this. Straightening his worn top hat, the male slid off the panting beast and gave his Queen a courtly bow. “Ha… Tarrant, I was made to realize that I made a mistake when I used my Magic to force Hatter forward. Alice has told me you were merely crazed with grief and that my mistake was an easy one to make. It does not excuse the harm I have done to you or our relationship. I never wanted you to fear me,” Mirana whispered, looking exceedingly contrite as she bowed before a man she had long considered a friend.
The crazed tailor couldn't help but feel a bit stunned as he stared at the prostrated Queen. Then he was moving forward and pulling her upright, discomfiture all over his pale features. “Please, don't bow to me. You never meant me any harm, you thought you were helping me,” he lisped gently, a bit of his more tame side coming forward. Despite Hatter being his true madness, he had also been the lucidity. In time, the two would more than likely become one once more, bringing Tarrant back to a state of pseudo-normality for the first time in a long time. Mirana only smiled before pulling her haberdasher into a tight hug.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~First Month~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Tarrant was beside himself with worry. It had been days since Alice had been able to hold any food down and he had even sent out a message to Mirana for help. He could feel her nausea and fear like it was his own due to the marking on her neck and it was slowly driving him even more mad that he was unable to help. Currently he was pacing a groove in his wooden floor as he listened to the other half of his heart dry heave and sob. Just hearing her so distraught, let alone feeling it, nearly made his heart break in two. A sudden, very loud barking broke him out of his swirling worry and the milliner rushed to his door to greet the ever loyal Bayard and Mally. “Mirana told us poor Alice was sick with child,” the rodent whispered, sympathy thick in her tiny voice.
“That she be Mally,” the male replied in a soft lisp that was slightly edge by a burr. Green rimmed his worry filled, orange orbs as he stood aside and bade the pair to enter. Despite the fact that the former savior could still be hear gagging upstairs, the unbalanced male really needed the company at the moment. Hopefully one of them would have a solution.
“My wife had this problem with our first litter. Beezlebum honey should do the trick. Even if she can't stop vomiting, just the smallest drop on her gums will stop it. Give her a spoonful once a day and she'll be right as rain,” the old hound advised, looking at the stairs with deep concern on his droopy, fur covered face.
Just hearing such a simple solution filled the tailor with an energy he hadn't felt since Alice started getting sick. “Will yae stay here fer mae and keep Alice comp'ny? Ah'll no' bae long,” the excited tailor requested before her grabbed his top hat and dashed out the door. His heart seemed to racing in time with his footsteps as he moved towards a grove of trees with a purpose. A faint buzzing could be heard from the group of trees and several letter 'b's flew around huge, hanging, capital 'B' shaped hives. Beezlebum bees could give quite a nasty sting, rendering a victim unable to speak except for in short bursts of nonsense words starting with the letter 'b'. He would have to be careful gathering the honey.
Five minutes later, Tarrant was tearing ass to his house; a cloud of 'b's rights on his heels. Under a purple clad arm was a dripping hive and he had a triumphant but terrified look on his pale face. Then he was flinging his door open and slamming it shut on the 'b's, flinging the hive onto his kitchen table once he was safe. Scooping up a handful of the golden liquid, he was sprinting upstairs to the bathroom his other half occupied. Inside was a sobbing Alice and two concerned animals. “Donnae worreh mae Alice. Yeh'll soon feel better,” he assured her, moving to her side in long strides.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Second Month~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Alice sighed as she rode Bandy to another village that needed repairs. A lot of creatures had been changed, running amok and tearing apart people's homes. Some of the creatures hadn't changed back, having to be killed due to being to dangerous to the innocent denizens. Right now she should be joining Tarrant in an effort to clean up a mass of dead deformities that had been found but she had been sent to this village to help with an irrigation. For the first time since she had gotten pregnant, she honestly hated it. She thought she had hated how people had treated her when she had been champion, well this was much worse.
Tarrant acted like she would break if he sneezed on her and the others weren't much better, rushing to her side if she so much as sighed too loudly. The only one that hadn't acted this way had been Chessur. She could understand their worry for her after how hard she had it for the first month of her pregnancy. Now though, she was back to normal. She could handle herself and any situation and yet they continued to treat her like she must be coddled.
Sighing in exasperation, the blonde turned her hulking mount into the small village and was greeted with a scene of absolute chaos. The villagers all seemed to be chasing around a small, serpentine dragon that held a loaf of bread in its mouth. As it tried to escape the angry mob, it would jump on several stands full of items for sale; sometimes accidentally knocking them over. The little dragon could only be a very young hatchling and looked scared for its very life, making the champion's maternal instincts practically take over.
Urging Bandy to go faster, she climbed down the side that was closest to the little reptile, gripping the silver and black striped fur tightly, and scooped the silver colored being into her arms as they sped past. The crowd that had been chasing the creature waved the weapons they carried in the air, shouting Outlandish obscenities as they moved quickly left sight due to Bandy's speed. “Well, I guess that's one village Tarrant will have to take care of alone,” the blonde whispered, watching as the small huddle of buildings slowly disappeared behind them. Then she was looking down at the dragonling in her arms. The creature couldn't be any bigger than a large house cat and had a long, silver colored body. It's underbelly was a burnished gold color and its mane was a deep teal color, almost the color of the ocean. One of its long whiskers wrapped around her wrist as it looked up at her with the bluest eyes she had ever seen.
“What's your name little one?” she asked, wondering if the being was even old enough to talk yet. The little dragon only tilted its head, grasping the bread it held in its mouth with it's front paws and taking a bite.
Alice only chuckled softly, her heart already melting for the hatchling. If it couldn't talk that meant she had to name it herself. From the looks of it, the little one's parents were no longer around to return it to or ask what its name and gender was. Her blue eyes traveled down its snake-like body to assess it's gender, finding the dragonling was a boy. “When we get you home, we'll have to ask Tarrant what to call you. I don't know any draconic names and I don't want to name you like I would a pet,” the savior mused as Bandy took them the long way home.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Third Month~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“No, I will not stay behind!” Alice exclaimed in an exasperated tone. Tarrant only glowered at her with red rimmed, worry filled eyes.
“Alice…,” he started in a gruff, Outlandish burr. The stubborn blonde held out a hand to silence him. Her cerulean eye flashed with burning fury as the now Rottweiler sized dragon flounced around their feet.
Keilik gave off small growls as he placed his front paws on the tailor's upper thigh. 'No, no, no, no!' the young dragon fairly barked, distress clear in his voice. He was just learning to speak so his vocalizations were still childish despite his incredible intelligence. He already had the mindset of a five year old human child and was getting smarter everyday. Still, all this didn't stop him from acting like the child he was. Seeing his parents quarreling like this was very distressing to the dragonling.
“Its okay Keilik, go play outside while we talk,” Alice soothed, kneeling and taking the young creature's face in her hands and turning him to face her.
'Okay droma,' he chirped, still looking a bit worried as he left.
Once her adopted son was gone, the weary champion flopped in a chair and pinched her nose; releasing a sigh of utter irritation. “I don't want to fight you about this but I refuse to act like an invalid when I'm perfectly fine,” she sighed, smiling at the teacup that nuzzled into her hand. The teapot on the table trotted over to pour her some mint tea. It was one of the few beverages she could stand due to her pregnancy. Lately it seemed like her taste buds had turned topsy-turvey and it was driving her crazy.
“Ah donnae want anythin' t'happen t'yae,” The haberdasher rasped, his voice thick with concern and frustration.
“I am not made out of glass Tarrant! You can't expect me to just stay in the house when there's still work to be done!” the blonde spat, her eyes flashing with determination and indignation. She hadn't had a catatonic spell in quite some time and had even been able to fight without locking up in fear. There was no reason for her to be treated as if a strong gale would break her.
“Yaer pregnant! Yae shouldnae bae traipsin' around on that bluddy beast o'yaers, goin' Lord knows where,” the orange haired male hissed, tears rolling down his drawn cheeks.
Seeing her beloved so distressed caused guilt to briefly spike through her but she refused to be swayed by his tears. “I may be pregnant but I can still bloody defend myself! I have that katana you gave me and Bandy would never let anything happen to me. I've gotten better Tarrant, you have to learn to accept that,” she reasoned, running a hand through her flaxen hair before taking a small sip of her tea.
“Alice…,” he tried again, only to be cut off by her steely glare.
“No, I am still the Under's champion! As long as I can help, I will,” she bit out, before shoving her chair back from the table and stomping out of their small but humble house. The tailor only watched her, his expression a mix between worried and resignation.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Sixth Month~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Alice stood sandwiched between Mirana and Tarrant as they watched the last of the darkness leaving Underland's sky. Finally, after months of hard work, they had restored the land to a state of balance. Well, as balanced as a land of madness could be. Even the atmosphere was light and happy, matching the moods of all the denizens gathered in the courtyard for this day. As soon as the last bit of shadow left the blue sky, the crowd let out a cheer of celebration. There were still many abominations that wandered the Under but most had begun gaining the temperament of an untainted creature. The attacks on villages had even stopped, giving this mob of people plenty of cause to be happy.
Beaming in happiness, the former champion placed a hand on her growing dome. Chessur had told them they would be having a daughter, a fact that still stunned the ex-tradeswoman. She wouldn't have been able to imagine herself in this position just months ago and that realization shocked her. “Are yae well?” came a worried burr by her ear, drawing her attention to her other half. The haberdasher's orange rimmed green eyes were focused on her stomach as he placed a hand on her shoulder.
“Yes, just thinking about things. We're going to be parents soon, something I never thought I would be. I never thought I would have any of this, least of all you,” she whispered in a soft voice before giving his lips a chaste kiss.
The kiss didn't stay chaste for long as his purple clad arms came up to wrap around her as he tilted his head to deepen the embrace. The haberdasher growled against her lips as his tongue forced its way into her mouth and a half gloved hand came up to cradle the back of her head. His orange tipped fingers tangled in her golden locks as his tongue played with hers. Then he was breaking the kiss to scoop her up into his arms and carry her into the palace. “T-tarrant!” the mortified female gasped, clutching to his neck as he fairly ran towards the guest rooms.
“Mirana'll no' mind. Ah'll explode if Ah donnae have yae soon,” he hissed, kicking open the door and placing her on the bed. Then he was closing the door and locking it before he prowled back over to her and covered her body with his, taking her soft lips in a searing kiss.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Eighth Month~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Alice laid on their bed with an amused look on her face as her beloved paced the floor. Rubbing her huge belly, the gravid savior sighed as she felt the latest contraction ebb. “Tarrant, it'll be hours yet. I don't see why you sent for Mirana,” she teased, nearly giggling at the ire filled look his orange eyes shot her.
“Bairn's bae unpredictable mae Alice. We need t'bae pr'pared fer anytin',” he rasped, red swirling in his eyes from his immense worry. Giving him a loving smile, the laboring female motioned the milliner to come closer.
The look he gave her very nearly made her lose her already tenuous battle with those dratted giggles. He looked like she had just asked him to walk into a crocogator's mouth. Then he was moving toward her cautiously, acting as if she was a Bandersnatch that might attack him. “I won't bite you, last time I checked, it was you that did the biting,” she teased, gesturing to her neck. The pale skin was littered with bite marks in various states of healing. The strained looking male giggled slightly, some of his tension leaving him as he closed the distance and took her hand in both of his.
“I'll be fine love. Women have been doing this for millions of years, most of that without help,” she assured gently as he lifted her hand and pressed a kiss to the delicate skin.
“Ah know bu', tis different…,” he whispered, sinking to his knees as he laid his long torso on the bed. His curl surrounded head was on her breast with his red rimmed orange eyes fixed on her face. Worry and fear filled the fiery orbs, the dark rings around them only making their color more intense.
The moment was interrupted by a knock from downstairs and Tarrant reluctantly pulled himself away from his pregnant soulmate. “Ah'll no' bae long,” he assured, his eyes flicking to the lounging feline that floated above Alice's bed. As if sensing the glance, Chessur merely opened one eye and smiled. As much as he distrusted the feline, he knew Chess would make sure Alice was taken care of. Ever since the incident with Stayne, the feline was never far from the former champion's side. Sighing, he went downstairs, looking at the now six foot tall and long dragon that lay on the couch.
Keilik's worry filled eyes locked on his adopted father, his whiskers rippling along his sides gently. 'Is droma well?' he asked, his voice a mere whisper so as not to disturb the laboring female upstairs.
“Yes droso. Your drosi will be here soon,” the tailor assured, doing his best to give his reptilian son a smile. Despite the difference in species, Tarrant saw the dragon as nothing more than his child. Giving Keilik's canine-like muzzle a pet, the haberdasher moved to the door; opening it to reveal a beaming Mirana.
“Why so many serious faces? Today is a happy day! Today we bring new life into the world!” the monarch chirped, floating into the small hut; the door closing itself in her wake.
'I am worried for my droma, droaun Mirana. Birth is not an easy thing,' the serpentine dragon sighed, his whiskers falling to the floor and his tail drooping. Even his head hung low as his galaxy filled eyes closed.
“There's no need to worry. I will make sure nothing goes awry,” the white clad Queen assured before gliding up the stairs to check on Alice.
~~Hours Later~~
Moans filled the room as Alice pushed as hard as she could. Tarrant perched behind her, holding her hand as he whispered encouragement in her ear. Her womanhood felt as if it was on fire as it stretched around their coming daughter, almost making the shaking female want to stop pushing. Collapsing back into her beloved, she nestled into his chest as she moaned heavily. She was completely unaware that the tailor was feeling her pain as if it was his own. Their connection was so strong, it made him feel like he was giving life to his daughter along with her; the most intimate thing he had ever felt. “You're doing good Alice. The head's just about out,” Mirana encouraged from between her shuddering thighs.
When the next wave came, the blonde was surging forward as she pushed as hard as she could; gritting her teeth. Tarrant tensed behind her, his breath coming out in small puffs along with hers; not even feeling her crushing his half gloved hand in her grip. Then the pair released a cry in unison as the head popped free. The exhausted female collapsed into her panting partner, so wrapped up in giving birth that she didn't even notice what was going on with him.
The haberdasher's thin chest heaved and his pupils were blown as his finger flexed on Alice's hand. Even though it wasn't happening to him, he was gaining an all new appreciation for women that went through this. All too soon the birthing female was pushing again, nearly drawing a groan of pain from his own lips as the first shoulder came free. “Just a bit more dear,” the Queen encouraged excitement in her voice. All of this was ignored as the ex-champion kept pushing, determined to get this child out of her already.
Then it came, drawing a sigh of relief from both of them. Soon there was a gentle pulling sensation as their child was brought into the world. She immediately started squalling, making the exhausted lovers smile. Mirana gave them a grin as she cleaned their daughter, removing the afterbirth when it came. “Here you are,” the beaming monarch cooed, handing the towel wrapped infant to her mother. Alice smiled down at the bundle, tears streaming down her pale cheeks. She had one blue eye and one orange with a shock of bright orange hair on her head.
“She's absolutely perfect,” the new mother sighed, giving her child a finger to hold.
“Yes, she is,” Tarrant rasped from behind her, his own tears rolling down his cheeks as he pressed a kiss to the marking on his beloved's neck. Mirana only gave them a smile, cleaning up and leaving to give the pair some much needed privacy.
“Can we name her Lilsa?” the tailor asked shyly, making Alice jolt awake from the very edge of sleep.
“Mmm what a lovely name, the exhausted savior breathed, knowing she would have to ask for the story later. As she drifted into a deep sleep, she still found herself amazed by where she was now. Despite this not being the life she had seen for herself, she couldn't imagine being any happier.

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