Hey everyone! I'm having trouble with my other story 'A Unlikely Love' at the moment, still working on it but it's getting difficult as much as I hate to admit it since it is not the first time. So I decided I would put out this one-shot instead as a kind off apology for the absent updating even though I know it has nothing to do with the story and an entirely other story but I hope you all will forgive me.

Enjoy.

Tarrant was the man in the house, he was the strong man, the family man, he was the man and he was not afraid of anything or anyone.

So why Tarrant was sneaking his way past the bathroom, hearing the soft sound of water running, down the stairs, whilst holding his breath, down to the living room and out of the door, was the tricky question.

He let out a relieved breath, once his two too oversized shoes touched the soft green grass and as softly as possible closed the door behind him before tossing a fist in the air in victory.

So close to doing his futterwacken in his mad happiness of having made it out without as much as a sound but instead of breaking out in the dance… he ran.

Past the tea table, freshly made from yesterday's chaos as Alice always did once the mad creatures were done with their afternoon tea and into the thick wood, and out of sight from the house, having a death grip on his beloved top hat as he ran.

Once he was absolutely sure that he was safe, he counted silently on his fingers, hiding behind the bush so he could sneak peaks at the still silent house as he did so. One… two… three… four… fiv- "TARRANT HIGHTOPP" A grin so large that it would put Chess to shame, spread across his pale face as the woman screamed his name, he watched the angry blonde storm out of the house, her eyes scanning her surroundings around her, searching for the man she called her husband, her favorite dress from above now a bright yellow color in her one hand whilst her other hand were holding the fluffy towel tightly around her waist, her hair dripping from her shower and her face a bright red.

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Tarrant had never liked that dress, but some reason his wife adored it and had insisted on bringing it along with her or he would have to leave without her… and the dress. Despite his best mimic of the famous puppy dog impression, there was no way around it and he slumped his shoulders in defeat and folded the dress neatly before packing it down along with her other belongings, all to aware of Alice's smirk behind him as he did so.

But at the very same day, he also made a promise to himself; he would get his hands on that dress, with, or without his Alice permission.

And so he did, the thousands of blue dresses were already driving his already mad mind over its edge as his fingers itched to change something on each and every dress on hers, but mostly the dress he swore on changing, some way or another was the main topic on doing so.

And the day he finally got his fingers on it, he had eagerly escaped into his personal workroom, locking the door behind as he set to work, not caring that it in the middle of the night where he should be tugged up in bed, holding her warm body close to his own as they peacefully slept together as they always did… well almost did, he was fully intended on doing it, even though it probably earned him some nights on the couch.

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She scanned her entire surroundings, searching and patting around in her bare feet, not caring the slightest about who or what creatures might see her, and ignoring the whisperings flowers, already scowling her for not having anything on and ruining their morning.

A snicker unfortunately decided that exact moment to escape him, loud enough for the blonde to hear it, causing Alice to snap her head in his direction, her eyes narrowing as she searched the wood for any signs of the colorful man.

And sure enough, his top hat was sticking up from a small bush, a pair of lime green eyes peaking through it before she took off in the direction.

A silent 'ohoh' barely passed his lips before he caught up, and ran for his life as angry shouts, curses and not too nice threats were heard behind him and the footsteps catching up.

Screw his first words, he was afraid of his wife.

I would love it if you left a review with your thoughts on this, or just letting me know if you liked it or disliked it.

- LK.