A/N- Hey guys! Thank you for the reviews, they really made my day! Anyway, after the ridiculously long Author's Note at the end of the last chapter, I've run out of things to say, so let's just get right into the fic. Enjoy!

Robin paced anxiously back and forth in front of the door to the apartment, anxiously glancing at the clock on the wall every thirty seconds or so. Alice was now four hours late coming home from Rollin' Bayous, and Robin was seriously considering going out to look for her.

Robin hadn't wanted Alice to continue working this far into the pregnancy anyway, but Alice had insisted that she didn't need to go on maternity leave until she was at least eight months.

Robin, of course, had said that was ridiculous, and that seven months was plenty far enough along to go on maternity leave. But then, Alice had cried, and said that she just needed to do something, because Robin did everything around the house, and always picked up extra shifts at Roni's to help pay for everything the baby would need, and she felt so useless, and she just couldn't stand it. Robin, who had never been able to stand Alice being upset, had caved almost immediately, despite her wife's tears being mostly hormone-induced and drying almost immediately after Robin gave into her demands.

But now, as she paced around the front of the apartment, every worst case scenario possible running through her head, Robin was seriously regretting allowing Alice's hormones to get the best of her.

Finally, as Robin was pulling on her boots to go and look for Alice, her wife stepped through the door, covered in flour and looking completely exhausted, but still radiating joy nonetheless.

"Alice!" Robin cried, leaping to her feet despite having only one boot on. "Where have you been?"

"Tiana and Naveen's little boy's sick, so Naveen went home to take care of him," Alice explained. "Tiana's off in another realm, and Ella was already working, so I agreed to pick up an extra shift to cover for Naveen. Didn't you get my messages?"

"No, I lost my phone," Robin said. "Alice, you are seven months pregnant! You can not just pick up an extra four hour shift just because you feel bad for Naveen! It's not good for you or our daughter, and you know that."

"Yes, but Robin, I'm fine," Alice protested. "My back's a little sore, and my feet are killing me, but me and our little angel are both just fine. Honest."

Alice slid off the soft, stretchable leather moccasins she'd been wearing and slid them onto the shoe rack, revealing that her feet were very swollen.

"Oh, Alice, come here," Robin sighed. "Your feet are so swollen! Prop them up on the ottoman here, and I'll massage them for you."

"Robin, you don't have to. . ."

Alice trailed off when she saw the stern look Robin was giving her, realizing that her wife wasn't exactly offering.

She settled herself on the couch with her feet propped up on the ottoman, and Robin began to rub them, starting on the balls of her left foot and slowly making her way down.

"Mmm, that feels good, love," Alice moaned happily.

Robin said nothing, just moved to the arch of Alice's foot and gave her a disapproving look.

"Robin, love, what's wrong?" Alice asked.

"Nothing," Robin muttered, moving down to Alice's heel.

"Really?" Alice asked. "Because it seems like you're mad at me."

"I am a little irritated, actually," Robin confessed.

Her sensitive hands moved up to Alice's left ankle, which was incredibly swollen, eliciting a small, brief moan of pleasure from the owner of said swollen ankle.

"Why are you upset?" Alice inquired. "Did something happen at work?"

"No, I'm mad at you, Alice!" Robin snapped.

She flashed Alice with another disapproving look before moving on to the balls of her right foot.

"You're mad at me?" Alice whimpered, her voice reminiscent of a scolded child. "Why?"

"Because!" Robin yelled, abandoning the foot massage. "You're seven months pregnant, and you decided to work an extra four hours after coming off a six hour shift! You didn't think about you or our daughter, and look what happened!"

"I'm sorry," Alice began, but Robin cut her off.

"And to make matters worse, I had no idea where you were!" Robin ranted. "Which, granted, was partially my fault for losing my phone, but I'm still irritated about it!"

When she looked at Alice, she could see that her pregnant wife's eyes were filling with tears, so she softened her tone.

"Alice, look at me," she commanded gently. "Honey, you've got to be more careful. Remember, I don't have to worry about just you anymore. I've got to worry about you and our little duckling. What if something had happened to you today? Love, I would never forgive myself if I let something happen to either of you."

"Oh, love, I'm so sorry," Alice sniffled. "You're right, I wasn't careful enough today. I promise, I won't do anything like that again!"

She and Robin hugged each other tightly, but when they broke away Alice had a slightly confused expression on her face.

"Did you call her our little duckling?" Alice asked.

"Oh, yeah," Robin replied sheepishly. "I thought it might be good to have something to call her. You know, besides, 'our daughter' or 'the baby.' Like a nickname."

"Hmm," Alice contemplated aloud. "Little Duckling. I rather like that, actually."

Just then, Baby Mills gave a gentle kick.

"And I think she likes it too," Alice smiled. "Don't you, Little Duckling?"

The baby kicked again, and a broad grin spread across Robin's face as she watched her daughter's tiny foot push out the fabric of Alice's shirt.

"How about I finish up your foot massage, and then I take you out to dinner?" Robin suggested. "What does Duckling want to eat?"

Now that Alice had accepted the nickname, it was strangely hard to stop using it.

"Mmm. . . spaghetti!" Alice decided.

"Again?" Robin asked. "Wow. When she grows up, this kid is going to open an Italian restaurant, I'm calling it now."

"Maybe," Alice accepted. "But I'm not quite ready to think that far into the future yet. For now, let's just take it one step at a time."

"Agreed."

Robin smiled warmly at Alice, then knelt and continued where she'd left off on Alice's right foot, her smile growing wider with each pleasured moan.

A/N- So, what did you think? Please leave a review and tell me, especially since I'll only post the next chapter if I can get at least two reviews on this chapter. Also, be sure to vote on the baby's name- Cecilia Belle or Tiera Rose? By the way, if you've already voted, you don't have to do it again; each person only gets one vote that I'll count. Anyway, thank you for reading, and have a blessed day, loves!