Why, hello, my dearest and loveliest readers! (See what I did there? Lame, right?) So this is the sequel to my first ever FanFic, "To My Dearest and Loveliest Alice". Like I said at the end of the epilogue, I would make a sequel if someone asked, so this is dedicated to my awesome reviewers, especially the ones who asked for this…

This picks up pretty much exactly where "To My Dearest…" left off.

Disclaimer: I don't own AIW! If I did, that would be awesome. But sadly, I have an awesome-less life as an obsessed fan.

"Alice, I never did ask you. How did you arrive here so quickly, without being noticed?" Helen Kingsley asked her daughter, Alice. Alice and her husband, Tarrant Hightopp, had visited with Alice's family in London briefly. They had just found out where Alice and her husband lived, and what a truly magical place it was. The Hightopps lived in Wonderland, or Underland, as it was properly called.

"We traveled by looking glass, of course! It's not as easy as drinking Jabberwocky blood, but it has just as much of a jolt as the rabbit hole, although it's much safer then falling all that way," Tarrant answered his mother-in-law.

"Well if traveling by… looking glass… isn't the most pleasant experience, why not just use… jab… jabber… blood?" Helen recovered.

"Jabberwocky blood is very rare, and we only have a limited supply. Besides, it only works for one person at a time, and I am technically two people right now," Alice answered, indicating her six month pregnant belly.

"Ah," her mother said, looking as though she didn't really understand.

"Listen Mother, we really do have to go. Time works differently between our worlds, remember? We could go back and it could be a second after we left, or a year."

"Time is tricky. He and I got into a quarrel many years ago, and he has never forgiven me. Alice, on the other hand, he quite likes. So I'm not sure about what he thinks of us, now that we are married, and-"

"Tarrant."

"Sorry, Love."

A few hours later, Alice and Tarrant were back in their home in Witzend, cuddled up together on their beaten-up couch. Alice was snuggled up against Tarrant's side, her right arm around his neck and the left around his waist. Tarrant had one hand behind her back and the other was rubbing her swollen stomach.

"Thank you for taking me to see my family, Tarrant," she murmured into his shoulder.

"You deserve to see your family, Cricket. You should never be kept away from them," he answered, sadness creeping into his voice. His entire family had been killed by the Jabberwocky while the Red Queen was still in power.

Alice sensed Tarrant becoming upset, so she quickly changed the subject. "So why am I so tired?"

"Well, my best guess is that since sleepiness is a side effect of inexperienced looking glass travel and the fact that you are six months pregnant have combined to make a very sleepy Alice."

"Makes sense to me," yawned Alice.

"Go to sleep, My Alice," he said softly.

"Alright…"

She closed her eyes and fell asleep. He would have taken her upstairs and tucked her into bed right away, but living with his soul mate for five years had made him notice the little things about her, such as that he had to wait about twenty minutes before he moved her, or she would wake. In about twenty minutes, her breathing would become deeper, she would stop kicking around a bit in her sleep, and her eyes would start moving beneath her eyelids. Only then could he carry her to their bed without her waking up.

His wife (Oh, how he loved being able to call her that. Even after five years, he never lost the thrill of calling Alice his Alice) was so beautiful. She was perfect in every way and he still sometimes wondered how a perfect Alice like her could ever love an old hatter like him. He wondered how she could bear to have his rough, mercury-stained hands touch her. On their wedding night, he had been afraid to remove his shirt because he feared that she would be frightened by him and run away.

The worst part about these thoughts was that every Bad Voice in his head was constantly screaming these things at him. His only Good Voice was Alice, and how could he believe her when she simply might be saying that she loved him out of pity. His Cricket was very courteous of other people's emotions.

But if Alice didn't love him, then she would have never allowed his baby to grow in her belly. She wouldn't allow him to have Alice kisses so often (She had told him that he could have as many Alice kisses as he wanted!) or let him rub her belly where the baby had kicked her or whisper to the baby to ask it to stop hurting its Ma. No, he was certain that she wouldn't allow him to do these things if she didn't love him.

Just then, her breathing got deeper and her lets stopped moving, so he took her up in his arms and started to walk toward their bedroom.

The next morning, Alice woke up in Tarrant's arms. She shifted gently, so that she was facing him. She loved him so much, so unconditionally. She would do anything for him. She knew that he sometimes doubted her love for him, but she didn't have the slightest idea why.

She did everything she could to make him happy. This wasn't a chore, but a pleasant activity for Alice. she tried to be a good wife and help as much as possible, but she doubted that she was doing a very good job, seeing as she wasn't very good at cooking or cleaning. Plus, Tarrant would barely let her stand up because of the baby. He wanted to protect her, but she wanted to help.

She found it sweet that he was so protective of her. She also found it the smallest bit irritating sometimes. Her memory flashed back to about a week ago when Tarrant had insisted on carrying her outside to the tea table so she wouldn't have to bend down do put on her shoes.

But still, she loved him with all of her heart. She wouldn't be able to live without him. She shifted as gently as she could again, but this time, it woke him.

Tarrant opened his eyes slowly. "Good morning, Cricket," he murmured.

"Good morning," she whispered back, kissing him gently on the lips.

Tarrant sat up in bed, and brought Alice onto his lap. He wrapped his arms around her swollen belly.

"Do you think we will be able to go back? To London, I mean." Alice asked.

"If you want to," Tarrant answered. Then he remembered something that he had meant to ask Alice, but had forgotten when she fell asleep.

"Alice?"

"Yes?"

"Why did your sister have a young child, but was living with your mother? I thought you told me that she had a husband."

Alice's expression turned dark. "She does," she said in a low voice. "His name is Lowell. He's the worse man you could ever think of. The day I fell down when I was nineteen, I caught him kissing another woman."

Tarrant frowned. "Why would he do that? Your sister seemed very nice."

"She is, but he's a pig! He's just awful. Margret lives with my mother now because he's always away, with other women, I suspect. She didn't want to have just her and Victoria there alone."

Tarrant thought that this was the worst thing in both worlds. He would never leave Alice's side, especially when she had his child. He would sooner die. So why would this Lowell man leave Margret? She had seemed very nice, just like Alice, but more… proper. He couldn't understand what kind of man would do that.

If he ever met this Lowell, he would make sure that he never left Margret's side again.

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~SquirmberryJuice