Alice regretted even getting out of bed that day. Her day had been awful from the moment she stepped out of the warm cave that she called her room. Why had Alfred even dragged her out here anyway? He should know that she wasn't feeling particularly well, being as pregnant as she was.

She shouldn't be at the goddamn zoo when she was eight months pregnant. It was bloody outrageous. Her back hurt, her ankles were swollen and her belly was fucking huge. She hadn't gotten a full night's sleep in a week! Alice could barely waddle without having to hold on to something, let alone survive the zoo with her overenthusiastic husband and three young children.

What was Alfred even thinking?

"Alfred." Alice growled, glaring at him. Her oaf of a husband was too busy admiring the many lethargic zebras in front of him to notice her predicament. The enthusiastic children were pulling her every which way, seeing as they had never been to this particular zoo before, and she was struggling with just standing up. She was leaning heavily on the railings that enclosed the zebras from the rest of the zoo, one hand on the underside of her bulging belly.

Alice's anger fell on deaf ears. "Wow, Ali, come look at them! They're so cool!" he was almost bouncing in place, excitement lighting up his childish blue eyes.

"Alfred," Alice growled again, the dark circles under her eyes made her look as exhausted as she was.

She was getting tired of this bullshit. They'd been at the zoo for two bloody hours already, and they weren't even halfway done yet!

She wanted to go home. She wanted to lay down. And most of all, she just wanted to get this fucking baby out of her already.

"Mummy?" There was a soft tug at her dress. Looking down, she caught the eye of Avery, one of the twins.

Alice softened. "What is it, love?" She leant down as much as she could in her condition, her back cramping slightly. The two year old flushed slightly, already showing signs that he would take after his mother.

"C-Can we see monkeys? I know you sleepy and sissy is hurting you, Mummy, but I wanna go see monkeys."

Alice's face inflamed at how cute her son was. "Y-Yes, of course we can!" He was so cute! She turned to Alfred. "Alfred, if you're done being an imbecile, Avery and I are going to see the monkeys."

Alfred was unaffected by her tone. "Yeah yeah, okay hun. I'll stay here with Avery."

Alice rolled her eyes at the comment. He was hardly even listening to her! "Yes, Alfred, I'm going to take Avery to see the monkeys and while I'm doing that you can watch Avery. Yes, that makes perfect sense."

Alfred nodded, still not looking at the irritated Brit. "Sure honey. Have fun."

Alice clenched her teeth. Not trusting herself to say another word without biting his head off, she grabbed Avery's hand and led him in the direction of the monkey enclosure. After nearly getting lost several times, which only added to her annoyance, she finally found what they were looking for.

They entered the building, and Alice had to hold tightly to Avery to keep him from running to the glass.

Avery was ecstatic. "Mummy! Mummy, look! Monkey!"

Alice couldn't help but grin at her son's antics. "Yes Avery, Mummy can see. Aren't they interesting?"

Avery nodded fervently. "Yes, Mummy," suddenly, he gasped, his green eyes lighting up happily. "Mummy! Look, look!"

Avery kept pointing out every move that the oddly enthusiastic monkeys made. Alice smiled and laughed along with him, finally beginning to enjoy her previously more-than-shitty afternoon. She placed a hand on the underside of her swollen belly, feeling a slight pain. Alice shook it off as the baby moving around- she was a rambunctious little thing!- and turned her attention back to her son.

Her phone rang barely five minutes later, and she sighed. Alfred was calling, no doubt to ask where she was.

"Hello?"

"Alice! I turned around, and you and Avery were gone! Where did you go?! Are you okay?!" Alice rolled her eyes.

"We went to see the monkeys, like I told you we were."

"You never told me you were going to see the monkeys!"

"Yes, I did. You made some stupid remark about how you were going to watch Avery while I took Avery to see the monkeys. You have got to learn to pay attention!" Her irritation was back, along with a hot batch of tears. Fucking hormones.

"Mummy? Is you okay?" Avery inquired, his large green eyes, so much like his mother's, stated up at her in concern. Too much concern for his age. What a smart boy.

And Alice couldn't hold the tears anymore. Her sobs echoed throughout the monkey enclosure until people had begun to stare. Avery stared at his mother, worry etched on his young face.

"Alice?! Are you okay?! Why are you crying?" Alfred had stopped panicking for one reason, and continued for another. He was concerned.

Why was his wife, who was previously both bored and angry with him, sobbing?

"Shut up you douchewad! I'm perfectly fine!" Many people had covered their children's ears and started to leave the viewing room, horrified and disgusted looks on their faces.

"Honey, calm down. Tell me what's wrong. Do I need to come get you?" His voice was calm. Alice nodded in response before coming to the realization that Alfred could not, in fact, see her. She hiccuped quietly, sniffling before she spoke.

"Y-Yeah." She mumbled, red faced.

"Mummy? I talk?" Alice sniffed, meeting her son's eyes. She nodded, passing the phone down to him.

"Hello? Alice?"

"No Daddy. It me. You come get?"

"Yeah, Buddy, I'm coming to get you. You and mommy stay there, okay?"

"Yes Daddy. What wrong with Mummy?"

Alfred sighed. "Mommy is... Mommy's just tired, Ave. That's why we're going home."

"Okay Daddy. Bye-Bye."

"Bye-Bye Buddy. Give the phone back to mommy, okay?" The phone was handed back to Alice.

"Alfred, just get here as soon as you can." She whimpered pathetically, rubbing her eyes before moving her hand to hold her belly again.

"I'm on my way, honey. Just hold on. I love you, sweetheart," The American replied gently. There was a slight click as Alfred hung up.

Alice put the phone back in her jacket pocket, her breathing slightly shaky. Her son looked up at her, his eyes wide. "Mummy? Is you okay?"

Alice took a deep breath, not quite sure what to say to her son. Finally, she decided that he needed some sort of truth. "Mummy isn't sure, sweetheart."

Avery nodded, taking her hand and leading her towards the bench. "Does mummy need to sit?"

Alice nodded, holding her belly once more. She had a sickening feeling as of what was going on, and she didn't particularly like it. Avery helped her lower herself onto the bench, feeling slightly worse.

Then she realized why she felt worse.

A series of splashing and gushing noises followed. She looked down at her soiled dress, a look of pure now is not the time on her face.

"Oh fuck me!" she growled, turning to her son. "Avery, darling, why don't you go look at the monkeys again?"

"Okay! I like monkeys!"

"Yes love, I know." Alice smiled at him. He ran off to the closest enclosure and stared through the glass eagerly, bouncing and chattering to the wild animals. Alice pulled her phone out of her jacket pocket again, speed dialing Alfred.

"Hello?! You okay?!" He picked up on the second ring, terror and confusion filling his voice.

"Well…. Not exactly…. Uhm… You see…" She mumbled, not quite sure how to word it.

"What? What's wrong, honey? Are you alright?" Alfred said, worry evident in his voice.

Guess I'll have to be blunt about this... Alice thought. "My water just broke, you dolt!"

"OH MY GOD!"