A/N- Hello again, fellow oncers! I'm sorry this update took so long, but I've been a little distracted recently. Anyways, it's here now, and I still don't own the characters. Enjoy!

Alice relished the way the hot water felt on her skin. It was snowing outside, so Robin had volunteered to go chop some firewood while Alice was in the shower. Alice gently caressed her small baby bump, humming a soft lullaby that her Papa had sung to her when she was a little girl.

Suddenly, she heard Robin yelp outside. Heart hammering, Alice shut off the shower and wrapped herself haphazardly in a towel. She jogged downstairs, threw open the door, and was almost thrown back by the force of the howling wind. Heedless of the fact that it was 9 degrees outside and pouring snow, Alice charged out into the yard and called out for her true love.

"Robin!" she cried. "Robin! Where are you?"

As she made it closer to the woodpile, she saw her true love holding an ax by her side, swiveling her head back and forth in an attempt to locate who was calling her name.

"Alice?" Robin called. "Alice, is that you?"

Finally, an extremely cold Alice made it to her lover and collapsed into Robin's strong arms.

"Alice, you'll catch your death out here!" Robin exclaimed. "Do you have any idea how bad this weather could be for the baby? What are you doing out here?"

"I heard you sh-sh-sh-shout," Alice chattered. "I th-th-thought you m-m-might n-n-need help."

Robin was confused for a moment, then registered the small incident that her love was referring to.

"Alice, I'm fine," she reassured her violently shivering wife. "I just got spooked by a rabbit that ran right by my feet. You, however, are not fine. C'mon, I'll carry you into the house."

"I c-c-c-can w-w-w-walk," Alice insisted.

"Alice you are five months pregnant, naked, and walking through a blizzard," Robin argued. "I'm going to carry you."

With that, she scooped up her pregnant wife bridal-style and carried her back into their apartment.

Twenty minutes later, Robin had Alice cocooned in three blankets, drinking a cup of hot cocoa with her feet propped up in front of a roaring fire.

"Really, Robin, I'm fine," Alice insisted yet again. "I was a little cold, but I'm fine."

Suddenly, a sneeze caught her off guard. Then, she coughed, and Robin knew that the extreme cold had gotten to her sweet little Alice.

"Alright, come on," Robin said gently. "Off to bed with you. I wouldn't want you to get sick because of some silly little rabbit."

Robin lifted her wife, blankets and all, and carried her up the stairs and into their room. She settled Alice gently on the bed and tucked the blanket under her cin like she was a small child. She placed a gentle kiss on Alice's lips and smiled warmly at her.

"Good night, love," Alice mumbled sleepily.

"Good night, Alice," Robin replied lovingly.

When Robin climbed into bed that night, she couldn't help but notice that Alice seemed to be radiating a bit more heat than usual. Thinking nothing of it, Robin snuggled closer to her warm wife and drifted off to sleep.

Alice awoke the next morning knowing something was wrong. Her throat hurt terribly, her nose was stuffy, and her lungs felt like she had inhaled cotton.

"Robin?" she croaked, her normally melodic voice garbled by the sickness.

"Alice?" Robin replied, rolling over to gaze sleepily at her pregnant wife. "Love, it's early. What's wrong?"

"I think I'm sick," Alice rasped. "My throat hurts, my nose is all stuffed up, my head feels like it's underwater, and my chest hurts."

"You probably got a cold from running around in the snow last night," Robin diagnosed. "I'll go get the thermometer and take your temperature, then I'll call the doctor's office when they open."

Robin climbed out of bed, stretched, and padded down the hall to the bathroom. She opened the medicine cabinet, pulled out the thermometer, and walked back into the bedroom to find Alice.

Luckily for Robin, she'd had the foresight to purchase a thermometer that read the temperature on a person's forehead for the baby, so she didn't have to use the old fashioned one that Alice hated.

"100.3," Robin read. "Maybe I'll call the doctor now and see what they recommend. For now, why don't you try to get some sleep, and I'll bring up some of Mom's famous hot cocoa when you wake up?"

Alice nodded miserably and laid back down on the bed.

Robin knocked gently on the door.

"Come in," Alice answered weakly.

"I brought soup," Robin offered. "Chicken noodle. Mom used to make it when I was sick. And I brought cocoa too, if you're in the mood."

She set the tray down on the nightside next to Alice's side of the bed.

"Thanks, Robin," Alice sighed.

"I'm going to run to the store to pick up some Tylenol. Your doctor said it would help," Robin informed Alice. "I'll be back as soon as humanly possible. Call me if you need anything, alright?"

Alice nodded, and Robin rushed out the door to pick up the medicine.

Robin spent all day taking care of Alice, but she didn't mind. After all, she knew Alice would do the same thing for her if the roles were reversed.

That night, Alice was snuggled up in a blanket on the couch, stroking her belly, while Robin sat on a pillow on the floor by her feet.

"Robin?" Alice rasped painfully.

"Yeah, love?" Robin hummed contentedly.

"Do you think you could read to the baby?" Alice requested. "I've been reading to her every night since I found out that we were expecting, and I'd hate to end the tradition just because of a little cold. The book's on the coffee table."

"Sure," Robin responded.

She then stood and walked to the coffee table, but the book she found surprised her.

"Once Upon a Time?" Robin asked. "You're reading her her. . ."

She paused as she tried to calculate how her Aunt's adopted son was related to her daughter.

"Henry's book?" Robin finished, deciding that she didn't really have time to figure out exactly how Henry was related to her daughter.

Alice nodded.

"I want her to know her story," Alice explained. "That way, she'll know what an incredible family she has."

"That's great," Robin decided, then began to read. "Belle and Rumplestilskin turned around to find their son, Gideon, was a baby once more. He looked at them and cooed happily, and they thanked the gods that they were going to get a second chance with their son. . ."

A/N- Once again, I'm sorry this is so late, but it's here now. Please leave a review and tell me what you thought of it. Also, leave a prompt if you'd like me to post more often, as I'm a little short on inspiration. Also, please vote on the baby's name- Cecilia Belle Mills or Tiera Rose Mills? Thank you, and have a blessed day, loves.