So, sorry that I died. Life has been weird as of late, and I needed to get these last TWO chapters ready before releasing them into the wild worldwide web. Well, I hope you guys enjoy.

Disclaimer: I own nothing except the stuff I create, and to be honest, Disney owns most of the things I love anyway.


Mary

Bert walks into his small home and looks at the sleeping form in the chair in front of him. Mary Poppins, or Alfred now, heavy with their child, lounging in her favorite chair with her feet propped up on the ottoman. Bert couldn't help but smile. She looked so perfect, much like she always does, with her hair down and a loose-fitting dress still looking like that seventeen-year-old girl he had bumped into almost fourteen years ago. He walks over and places a tender kiss on her forehead, startling her awake. She looks up at him and smiles.

"Good evening, my beautiful wife," Bert places a tender kiss on her lips, which she eagerly returns.

"Good evening, my darling husband," Mary smiles as she makes room for Bert in the chair, to where he eagerly slides into, wrapping Mary in his arms. "How was work?"

"Same ol', same ol'. Everyone says hello, and Missus Cory gave me some gingerbread cookies to give to you. Told her that you were craving them something fierce," Mary laughs as she takes the small package of cookies, "how is the little one doing?" Bert gently rests a hand on top of Mary's hard bump to receive a sharp kick.

"Very active today. I'm surprised I was able to fall asleep," Mary hums with delight as she bites into the soft cookie.

"Any day now," Bert gently starts rubbing his wife's stomach.

"Soon our little one will be in our arms. Topsy says it's a girl," Bert laughs at Mary's statement, "what's so funny?"

"I never thought I would love a girl after you." Mary smiles and gently kisses his lips.

"I give you permission to love this one."


Johanna Margret Alfred was born two weeks later, and Bert knew that all the girls that he had loved before her paled in comparison to the small bundle that nestled was in his arms. Everyone except her mother, however, Johanna was a very close second. Bert sat down on the bed next to Mary, who gently laid her head on his shoulder. Gently stroking her daughter's chubby cheeks.

"She's perfect,"

"Not practically perfect?"

"No," Mary turns to her husband, "perfect." Bert smiles and captures Mary's lips for a loving kiss before returning their attention to the small life resting in his arms.


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Love,

KMA