While Arthur and his group were getting dresses and suits.
Uncle Matthew was getting into the car when another man came over to the car. Scott was in his car seat, sitting in the middle of the back seat with his uncle Alfred on one side and Gilbert on the other. Uncle Matthew frowned and looked at the two in the back.
"I need to talk to Alistair," he said and got out of the car.
"Who's Alistair?" Scott asked the two beside him.
"He's the brother of your new uncle," Alfred replied as Gilbert frowned, seeing Matthew start to talk to the redhead.
"So he's coming with us?"
"I hope not," Gilbert muttered.
"Is he bad?" Scott asked innocently.
Gilbert looked at the boy and sighed before ruffling his head. Scout pouted a little, thinking that his mother would find out and try to brush his hair again. This caused the two men in the back to laugh a little. Then Alfred looked back out the window, sighed, and got out.
"Uncle Alfie, what are you doing?"
"I will tell Uncle Matthew that we need to head out. We have an appointment, and I don't want to be late."
"Where are we going?" Scott asked.
"We'll see Miss Whittney," Gilbert said as Scott's eyes widened in wonder.
Whittney was Bella's best friend and godmother to the twins. She lived in London and helped her dad with a pastry shop. She also made both Scott and Bern's birthday cake, which caused the said twins to have an epic sugar high and then have a coma for about three days later.
"I want cake!" he told both men.
This causes the two to laugh as Matthew and Alistair come over to the car. Matthew raised an eyebrow when Scott turned to him and gave him a stare.
"I want to see Miss Whittney."
"I guess Uncle Alfred and Gilbert told you where we're going," Matthew said with a sigh.
"Yeah, let's go."
"Alright, Alistair, you will sit in front with me," Mathew said, staring at the redhead.
Alistair just nodded and went into the car; Alfred got back to his seat while Matthew went to the driver's side. Then the five were off into the heart of London to a small bakery on one of the side streets. They found a parking spot, and Gilbert had to hold on the Scott before he could run to the said store.
"Hold on, Scott, your mama, will be mad if you get mushed; that would not be awesome."
"But I want cake…."
"You will soon if you're good," Gilbert promised as the other three got out of the car.
"Listen to your uncle Scott, now let's head in," Matthew said Alfred opened the doors.
The five were greeted by the smell of fresh bread and sweets. Scott, held by Gilbert, gripped his shirt as he saw all the treats. Gilbert giggled at the child's wide eyes filled with wonder and was heading to the counter.
"Hey, what does a man have to get some treats for a cutey?"
"Depends on the man." a voice replied.
A woman with slightly tan skin, teal eyes, and brown hair walked over. She wore a baby blue shirt with a pair of khaki pants. She smiled, seeing Scott and the rest of the crew.
"Miss Whittney."
"Hello, honey," Whittney replied, walking over.
All the men noticed she was a few months pregnant as she walked.
"Wow, now I know why you told Arthur you wouldn't be able to be a bridesmaid," Alfred said.
"Yeah, besides, I'm on my last week of full work."
"What do you mean?"
"She's going to take a leave of absence, at least until the baby is born." a man replied.
They all looked at a man that was almost Arthur's spitting image but with strawberry blond hair and blue eyes. He wore the same thing as Whittney but with a darker blue tie. He smiled at the boys before gently patting Whittney's head.
"Daddy…."
"You're still my poppet no matter how big you get." He said before leaving.
"Arthur?" Scott asked everyone.
"No, that's Oliver; he looks like Arthur but their cousins," Alfred explained.
Scott nodded and looked over at Whittney again.
"Cookie?"
"You want a cookie; I don't know. Are you being good for everyone?"
"Yes," Scott replied.
"Oh, course you are; you are Bella's son, aren't you," Whittney replied as she brought a cookie for him to try.
"Thanks." The boy replied and started to eat his cookie.
"Okay, what about us?" Gilbert asked.
"Oh right, Matt, here's a cookie for you." Whittney handed Matthew a maple cookie.
"Thank you, Whittney."
"Hey, aren't you forgetting about two others and the awesome me?" Gilbert whined.
"Only good boys get cookies; besides, Mattie has put up with your antics most of the time. Also, Liz told me you don't need any more sweets."
"How do you know my doctor?"
"Her husband likes to come here."
"Okay…"
"What about us?" Alfred asked as Alistair was waiting.
"You're here to see a cake, and I want at least one of us to fit in the item we got for the wedding."
"Alright." Alfred sighed in defeat.
"What about Alistair?" Scott asked innocently.
"I said only good boys get treats," Whittney replied as she went to help another customer.
"Dude, what did you do get Whit made at you?" Alfred asked the redhead.
"I don't know." Alistair lied.
Alistair already knew why Whittney hated him. Whittney was Bella's best friend, and when he told his family that he was marrying, Genevie Whittney was the one who said to him that she didn't support the marriage. She had even made it hard to find a bakery to make a cake for them since Whittney had called them all up and told them not to do business with them.
Alistair sighed; maybe he shouldn't have come, but then he looked over at Scott enjoying his cookie. He couldn't help but smile, watching as the boy enjoyed the cookie. Then he thought of the times he had missed, Scott's first words and walking. He shook his head; he was happy it didn't matter that his sons didn't know him.
"Miss Whittney's big," Scott said.
"Ja, she is," Gilbert replied.
"Gilbert!" Matthew warned.
"What, Scott said it first, and besides, she didn't give me a cookie."
"Remind me who's the child."
"Alright, I'm back," Whittney said as she came back over.
Everyone followed her as they headed to the back. Once they were out of the public eye, Whittney showed them the cake for the wedding. All four of the boy's eyes went wide at the creation.
"Whittney, do you want to put all the guests in a coma?"
"Oh, it's not that bad; daddy helped me with it."
"Somehow, that doesn't assure me," Alfred replied.
"Oh, then why don't you make a three-layer cake with all the fixings and be seven months pregnant," Whittney stated.
"Sorry."
"Vogeltje, alles goed? Moet ik wat hoofden breken?" (Little bird, is everything alright? Do I need to bust some heads?)
All four boys shivered and looked behind them. Standing there was a man standing taller than Alistair with spikey blond-brownish hair. He wore a pair of jeans and a t-shirt with an apron over it. He had a box in his hand and put it away before heading to Whittney.
"It's fine, Lars; Alfred was just talking about the cake," Whittney told the man as he gently hugged her.
Lars nodded and looked over at the men and Scott. The young redhead smiled and waved at his godfather. He like Lars because he reminds him of his mama. He was quiet but strong, and he also gave him and Bern chocolates when they visited.
"Hei Lars-setä." (Hello, Uncle Lars.)
"Hello to you too, little one."
Scott reached out to hug his uncle, and Gilbert let him go so he could. Once in the Dutch man's arms, he snuggled, yawning a little. He had woken up early, and his tummy was full, so he was a little tired. Whittney then walked over and gently started to hum a lullaby.
"They're so cute." Alfred awed.
"Yes, but not as cute as Birdie," Gilbert replied.
"Gil…not now."
The four men watched the scene, and Alistair couldn't help but hold a growl. Watching the two, he couldn't help but see him and Bella. He could see her rounded with their child, gently talking to their older children. He could see himself smiling, looking at her and the children. Then he started to get mad; why hadn't Bella told him. He had the right to know, and the children should have known also.
"Isa." He heard Scott say, and that's when he saw red.
X
The next thing he knew, he was in a jail cell with Gilbert and Alfred in two different cells beside him. He then looked up when he heard footsteps and saw his mother.
"Oh, Alistair, what have you done?"