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Alice's Return	By : Burton_Wanna_Be Category: 1 through F > Alice in Wonderland (2010) > Alice in Wonderland (2010) Views: 5598 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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And now Hatter's response...
Chapter 9
“What?” Hatter stared at her with wide eyes, slowly lowering her to the ground.
“I’m going to have a baby.” She was still smiling widely, he just blinked. “You’re going to be a father.” She tried again. Still no response. She stepped back to look up at him, smile fading a little. “Tarrant?”
Suddenly he dropped to the ground, staring straight ahead, mouth dropped open. She gasped and saw Michael rushing up to them from the corner of her eye, a few knights behind him.
“What happened?” Michael questioned looking from Alice to Hatter.
“I just told him I was pregnant and he fell.” She looked up at the king.
“You’re pregnant?” She nodded and he gave her a hug.”Congratulations.”
“Thank you but is he alright?” She bit her lip and looked back down at Hatter.
Michael crouched and waved his hand in front of the stunned man. Hatter didn’t even blink and the king laughed. “He’s fine, you just shocked him.” He clapped Hatter on the back. “Congrats old friend.”
“Baby?” Hatter muttered looking at Michael then to Alice.
She knelt down beside her husband. “Yes, a baby.”
“A baby?” He whispered again and again.
Michael straightened. “I think we lost him again.” He shook his head and crossed his arms, than he noticed a big group walking up to them, Mirana leading it.
“What’s going on?” The queen asked as she approached with Alaric holding her hand and the Tweedles, March Hare, McTwisp and a few others behind her.
“We’ve lost Hatter again.” Michael laughed.
“Is he alright?” She looked down at the man who still stared past them.
“A baby?” He asked again.
“It seems he’s in shock. “Alice answered, looking back at Hatter.
“Baby?” He whispered.
“What was that?” Mirana asked.
“He he said baby.” Alaric laughed.
Mirana looked to Alice to explain. “I’m pregnant and when I told him, this happened.” She indicated Hatter.
“Oh, you are with child? That’s wonderful!” She covered her mouth with her hands.
“Child?” Hatter spoke again and looked up at Alice. Since she stood facing Mirana he could see her side profile. His eyes drifted from her curly hair down her chest and landed on her stomach. He could see the telltale sign of a small bump. She was with his child.
Suddenly he reached up and grabbed her, pulling her into his lap. Alice shrieked with surprise but was silenced when he claimed her mouth. He pulled back and leaned his forehead against hers. “A baby, our baby.”
“Yes,” she laughed.
“We’re having a baby!” He cried out and jumped up, still holding her, and spun her around. When he stopped he kissed her again. Alice laughed again. Everyone joined in with their laughter and congratulations.
When everyone began to go about their normal business Hatter pulled Alice into his arms and carried her to their given room in the palace. Once inside he set her down and kissed her soundly. He then knelt before her, arms around her, and buried his face against her stomach. She laughed and ran her hands through his unruly hair.
“Our baby.” He muttered, kissing her stomach.
“How many times are you going to say that?” She giggled.
“As many times as I want.” He answered, standing before her again. “Our baby, our baby, our baby,” He repeated, kissing her between each set. He lifted her and carried her to their bed. As he laid over her he paused. “Can we…?”
“Until a mouth before the babies due.” She remembered reading about pregnancies on her journeys. And she wanted him as much as he wanted her.
He growled and nuzzled against her neck. He quickly removed her dress and his cloths and settled over her again. She moaned when he began sucking at her aching breasts. His hand found its way to her core and found her already wet. Immediately he pushed two fingers into her, she gasped and arched against him. When he couldn’t wait he positioned his hard member at her entrance and in one hard thrust was buried to the hilt.
Both gasped at the union. They’d gone at this so many times before she lost count but the first time he entered her always had her breathless. When she groaned he began moving, taking her in the gentle way he had the first time. And then they were lost, their pleasure washing through them.
A while later she stood before the full length mirror, Hatter laying on his side watching her. She ran her hands over her stomach and turned to the side. Now she could see the little bump. Gently she rubbed her pale flesh.
“I’m going to be as big as a barn.” She scrunched her nose. She looked at Hatter from under her lashes. His smile had dropped as she joked. “Stretch marks and mood swings. But…” She turned to him, smiling widely. “All worth it.”
He stood and came up behind her. “So you want a child?” He asked, wrapping his arms around her.
“Of course, I love children.” She patted his cheek. “Maybe not this soon but I don’t care. I want this child no matter what.” Then a thought occurred to her. “If the baby is a boy may we name him Charles?”
“For your father?” Tarrant guessed.
“Yes, if it wasn’t for my father I would never have come here.” She gave him a pleading look.
“As long as I can call him Charlie.” He winked. Alice laughed and kissed him. “What if it’s a girl?”
Alice thought of that. She never imagined having a girl. “Hm, I never thought of having a girl. Since I chose Charles you pick a girl’s name.”
He thought for a long moment. “A girl’s name. I’ve always liked Alice but you’re Alice so she can’t be an Alice. Maybe… no too plain. Hmmmm…”
“You don’t have to answer today.” She giggled and gasped when a cool gust of wind blew through the room and over their naked bodies. “That wind was a strong as a tempest.” She shivered and closed the balcony doors.
“That’s it!” Tarrant cried.
“What is?” She turned back to him, raising an eyebrow.
“The name.” He pulled her in for a hug. “It’s perfect.”
“What name?” She giggled.
“Tempest.” He beamed down at her.
“Tempest?” She raised her eyebrows. “That’s… an interesting name.”
“Yes, Tempest. It’s perfect.” He looked down at her doubt filled eyes. “You don’t like it?”
“What? No, it’s not that. I think it works. Charles or Tempest. We’ll just have to see.”
They stood in silence for a moment before he rubbed his cheek against her shoulder. “So you’re staying now?”
“Yes I…” She trailed off. “Oh no.”
“What is it?” He frowned at her.
“I forgot my bag.” She covered her face and shook her head. “I didn’t think, all I wanted to tell you right away. I should have paused to think.”
“What?” He frowned at her.
“I just found out about our child and the only thing I wanted to do was tell you. I should have grabbed the things I wanted to take and said good-bye to my mother and sister.” She sighed. “Especially now I really want what I packed.”
“What did you pack?” Tarrant asked.
“Some trinkets my father gave me before he died. I wanted then as a reminder of him. And they would be great for the baby.” She placed her hand over her belly.
“I don’t see why you can’t go back and return.” He shrugged. “We need to talk to Mirana.” He started to pull her to the door.
“Tarrant,” She called laughing. He paused and raised an eyebrow at her. “I think you’re forgetting something.”
He frowned then noticed what she meant. They were both still stark naked and he blushed as he realized he almost showed her beautiful body to the entire castle. “Cloths might be nice.”
She laughed louder and they went to get dressed. Then they went to find Mirana.
“It wouldn’t be a good idea to take the Pishsalver while pregnant, it could harm the baby.” Mirana explained. “But since you are still early in and it’s only going to be one more time I’m positive everything will be safe.”
“Then I can say good-bye to my mother and grab my trinkets. Then I’m coming right back.” Alice promised.
“Let me get you the Jabberwocky blood then.” Mirana grabbed a small vile of the purple potion. When the queen turned around an unpleasant feeling settled in Alice’s stomach. “Here you are. I also sent McTwisp to check on the Pishsalver in the Hall of Doors. He and Mally should be back in a minute.”
Alice took the vile and lifted it to her lips. Just as she drank to potion and wished to return home a yell sounded behind them.
“Wait!” Mally called as she and McTwisp rushed up to them. “We have a problem.”
“What’s wrong?” Tarrant asked.
“The doors locked.” Mally answered.
“The door to the Hall of Doors?” Mirana gasped.
“Yes, and when we looked inside the key was gone.” McTwisp began to hyperventilate.
“Oh dear.” Mirana turned to Alice with wide eyes.
“Isn’t it always locked? The key will show when I return, won’t it?” Alice was confused.
“The door is locked on your but not on Underland’s side. And the Key is always there. Without it, I’m afraid you can’t get back.” Mirana’s eyes were tearing up.
“What?” Alice looked to Hatter, who returned her worried look. “Then I don’t want to go back.”
“It’s too late. You drank the potion and made the wish. I’m sorry Alice.” The tears were now falling down the queen’s cheeks.
“No,” Alice’s own tears began to fall, she could feel herself fading. “I don’t want to leave. I changed my mind.”
“Alice,” Hatter pulled her to him, eyes blue with despair and tears.
“I don’t want to leave.” She pulled him close.
Hatter turned to the queen. “Is there anything you can do?”
“I don’t anything left to counter the blood. I’m so sorry.”
Alice began to fade. “No, no,”
“No, Alice,” He kissed her. “I need you here.”
“Tarrant, I don’t want to leave.” But she was, her body was becoming transparent and lost his grip on her. “I love you.”
“I love you.” She barely heard his declaration as she fully disappeared and found herself kneeling by the rabbit hole.
“No!” She cried and stuck her hand down the hole. Her palm came in contact with the ground that was never there before. “No! Let be back! Please!” She screamed and pushed against the ground.
“Alice!” Her mother’s voice called from somewhere behind her. “Alice what’s the matter?”
The young girl turned, tears flowing down her cheeks. “I can’t go back.”
“What?” Helen knelt near her daughter, the wind picking up around them.
“I can’t go back to Underland.” Alice cried in her hands. “I can’t return to Tarrant.”
Helen gasped and pulled the girl into her arms. “It’ll be alright, Alice. You… you can try tomorrow.”
“No I can’t. The key’s gone and without it I can’t go back.” She cried harder, rain starting to fall around them.
“Come Alice, we need to get out of her before the storm comes.” Helen tried to pull her daughter up.
“No, I don’t want to leave. I don’t want to leave him.” She turned back to the rabbit hole and put her hand back in it.
“Alice, think of your child. Getting sick could harm yours and Tarrant’s child. Think about it.” Helen tried to reason before the rain began to pick up.
“Child? Our baby.” She wrapped her arms around her stomach. “I’m scared mom. What do I do?”
“Shh, it’ll be alright. Let’s get out of the rain and think about this.” The elder woman pulled her daughter to their home. They both cast one last look at the hole before continuing their way.
‘I’ll find a back, I will!’ Alice swore to herself.

“Alice!” Tarrant cried as he fell to ground, rain started to drizzled around them. He’d lost her. Just when he had her back she was taken from him. “No, no.”
“Tarrant,” Mirana placed her hand on his should. “I promise you I will find a way to bring her back.”
He didn’t really hear her or feel the rain beat at his back. All he could feel was the last remnants of his Alice. He looked up at the dark gray sky, uncaring of the water hitting him. He prayed to whatever God in Underland would listen to bring his wife back.

Absolem watched the painful scene below in the courtyard. He couldn’t fight his own tears as he saw the young champion fade from her love’s arms. With a sigh he turned back to the long Oraculum rolled out over a table. Looking down at one of the pictures he frowned.
“I understand why you did this but it seems wrong.” He seemingly spoke to himself.
“IT IS FOR THE BEST.” A disembodied voice rolling with power sounded through the room.
Again the blue butterfly sighed and took a deep swig of his hookah. “After all we do need our Champion.” He blew the smoke at the picture.
The purple smoke circled around a lined drawing of a young girl with long wavy hair fighting a dark smoky creature.
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