Takes place four months later, just after Alice gave birth to their second child

It was very early in the morning. The sky was still almost dark.

In the cozy Hightopp cottage Alice lay in the large bed. She cradled her newborn baby girl. Tarrant watched over her proudly.

Alice kissed the baby's light red hair. "Well you have your daughter now, Tarrant," she said.

"I know! I don't know what to do!" Tarrant beamed, and he wiped a tear off his cheek. He looked down at his daughter. Alice carefully handed the baby to him.

He carefully took the baby into his arms. "Oh.." he whispered, looking down at the baby. "She is so tiny!" he chuckled softly.

"And she has red hair, like you," Alice said.

Tarrant smiled proudly. "I know she does!" Then he looked back down at the child. She yawned. "Oh..! Did you see that? She yawned," he quietly said with excitement.

Alice smiled. She knew he must be very excited to have a daughter now. She knew there would be all kinds of little things that he would get excited about, just because of that. "Yes, I saw her yawn. I have seen Peter yawn a lot, so I am in fact quite used to it."

Tarrant looked up. "Oh...your right. I was not around so much when Peter was a baby. I was always so busy making hats for Mirana. I never really got a chance to watch Peter as a baby." He suddenly looked slightly sad.

"Don't worry, Tarrant. Now that Mirana only has you make hats three days of the week instead of every day, you can watch our new baby grow, and spend more time with Peter," Alice said.

Tarrant lit up. "Yes, you are right. Although we do owe it to Mirana. After all, she is always so generous to us. She did give you that potion for your giving birth last night."

Alice sighed with relieve. "Ah, yes, I know. Although Peter's birth was not as bad as I thought it would be, I still would not want to be put through that again. I am most grateful to Mirana."

Tarrant chuckled a little thinking of three years ago when Peter was born. He was much more up tight with that birth. Mostly because it was the first time, and he wasn't there for it. "Little Peter..." he said, thinking of his little boy. "I wonder how he will take to being an older brother."

Alice thought for a second. "Oh, you are right. I wonder that too. He probably will not know what to do at first."

"Well, we will see when he wakes up," said Tarrant. Then he gazed back down at his daughter, smiling. He touched her little nose. "Such a gift.." he said. Then he looked at his wife. "And to think you used to hate me," he said, with amusement.

Alice looked up shocked. "Why are you acting like that is funny?" she said. She was clearly bothered by this. Even to this day, she felt guilty for how she used to treat him. She wished that he would never bring it up, especially with a smile on his face.

"Well...It is funny! You used to just hate anything that had to do with me, and now look at you! You are married to me and we have two children!" He laughed.

Alice did not. She still wished that when she married him, she had actually...deserved him. Deep down inside, she knew that she did not deserve him, and he did not deserve her. No matter how much love she showed him, she still felt like she did not give him enough to make up for her terrible past behavior. "Tarrant...It is not funny."

"Why not? I think it is! It is funny because...well ... no one would ever even think that you would come to me, much less marry me! Now that is all proven completely wrong!"

"But...I feel sad when I remember those days..."

"Oh, Alice. It is all in the past."

"I know...but...I still feel like I am...not good enough for you..." she finally said.

Tarrant looked at her solemnly. "Oh...Alice...Please don't feel that way...I try so hard to make you feel like you are the best thing in the world."

"I know, Tarrant! That's what is wrong! I am not the best thing in the world! I was a horrible witch to you, and all you ever did was treat me like a queen. I treated you like a jabberwocky!"

Tarrant blinked a few times. "Alice...please...don't think about that. It is all in the past, and we love each other now. Our lives are so much more different."

"I know, Tarrant, But why don't you understand? It is no joking matter!"

Tarrant didn't really know what to say. "Well...I suppose...I am just so happy that you actually did...fall for me. And I know you love me now, so...I can laugh at the past."

"Well I never will..." she mumbled.

Tarrant came up to Alice. He placed the baby in her arms and sat beside her. He rubbed Alice's hair. "I am sorry. I wont bring it up again. I just wish...you didn't judge yourself to harshly. You must have had a reason for all that past stuff, so just...don't worry about it. You have given me more love then anyone else could ever."

Alice smiled up at him. Although she still wasn't happy, she smiled for him. He obviously did not understand, and he meant no harm.

She rubbed his cheek. "You are my hero, Tarrant."

He smiled back. "And you are mine."

Alice could only think, "No I am not..."

Scene switches

It was later on in the morning. The sun had risen and the birds were chirping.

Tarrant was down stares getting some tea for Alice. Peter came down. He was still a little tired. He yawned and walked in the kitchen next to Tarrant.

"Peter, my boy! How about some breakfast?" Tarrant said.

Peter climbed into the chair tiredly. "Okay," he said.

Tarrant began boiling some water to make oat meal for Peter.

Peter looked about."Where is Mama? She always makes my breakfast."

Tarrant smiled at his son. "Oh,...well, you see, Mama needs to rest right now...But she has a very special surprise for you."

Peter opened his tired eyes, wide with excitement. "What is it?" he said.

"Would you like to see?"

"Yes, yes!" Peter said, happily.

"All right then, follow me," Tarrant said, and the two of them went up the stares.

Tarrant peeked in the bedroom. Alice was sitting agents the headboard with the baby in her arms. The baby was sleeping.

Tarrant turned to Peter and put his finger up to his mouth. "Shhh..." he said. "Keep it quiet."

"Okay," Peter whispered.

The two tip-toed in the bedroom. Peter could not see the baby yet, because he was too short to see over the bed. So Tarrant lifted him up onto the bed and set him next to Alice.

Alice pulled away the blankets from the baby's face to show Peter. "You see, Peter? This is your little baby sister," Alice said softly.

Peter looked upon the baby with great curiosity. Then he looked up at Alice. "That is a tiny person!" he whispered.

Alice chuckled. "Yes, she is."

Peter smiled at the baby. "I like her!" He bounced a little on the bed.

Both the parents chuckled.

"Do you want to hold her?" Alice asked.

"Yes!" he said excitedly.

Tarrant situated Peter, sitting agents some pillows. Alice placed the baby in Peter's arms.

Peter smiled down at the baby proudly. Then he looked up at Alice. "Does she have a name?" he asked.

"Oh, yes. Of course she does. Her name is Rosalie," Alice said.

Peter smiled down at Rosalie. He touched her little nose. "I am bigger then you, Rosalie," he said.

Tarrant laughed. "Yes, you are! That means that you can take care of her. You can teach her how to play, walk, talk and sing."

"I want to show her my toy horse!" Peter said.

"Oh, yes. You can show her all your toys. Let's wait until she wakes up though," Tarrant said.

"Okay," Peter smiled.

Then from that moment and for a while after, the small family just admired their newest member.