A/N- Hey, everybody! How are you doing today? Anyway, I know you're here for the story, not my stupid long Author's Notes, so I'll get right into it. Enjoy!
When Robin awoke around 1 a.m, she couldn't find the exact cause of her rather abrupt awakening. The room was completely silent, and Alice wasn't moving around at all, so she wasn't sure what had woken her.
When she rolled over, however, she found that Alice was not in the room, and had a distinct feeling that something was amiss. So, she got out of bed and padded down the hall, determined to locate her eight and a half months pregnant wife, just to be safe.
Robin found Alice sitting in the rocking chair in the nursery, stroking her belly absentmindedly, a worried expression etched into her features.
"Alice, love?" Robin asked quietly. "Is everything okay?"
"Hmm?" Alice replied, looking at Robin as though she'd startled her. "Oh, yeah, everything's fine."
"Are you sure?" Robin inquired. "Because you don't seem like everything's fine."
"I just…" Alice sighed. "We're one month away from the due date, and I'm starting to get a bit worried."
"About what?" Robin asked, starting to grow a little concerned herself.
"That I won't be a good Mum," Alice confessed. "I mean, I didn't have any example of a mother whatsoever, and my Papa and I were separated when I was only ten. I know nothing about being a parent!"
"And you think I do?" Robin scoffed. "I never listened to anything my mom taught me growing up. I don't know anything about being a parent either."
"But at least your Mum was a decent person!" Alice protested. "My Mum was an evil tree witch who tried to kill us all!"
"My mom was the Wicked Witch!" Robin corrected. "She did some horrible things in her day too. I mean, gosh, just look at how I was conceived!"
"So basically, our daughter is doomed," Alice groaned miserably. "Her mothers had nothing but the best intentions, but they have no example, so they'll be awful parents."
"No, that's not true," Robin scolded gently. "You are going to be a wonderful mother, Alice."
"You really think so?" Alice sniffled.
"I know so," Robin replied confidently. "Alice, you are the most gentle, kind, loving, incredible person I know! You have a heart of gold, and there's so much about life that you'll be able to teach Little Duckling!"
"Well, I think you're selling yourself short," Alice giggled. "Because Duckling is going to have the best Mommy any girl could ask for."
"No-" Robin protested, but Alice cut her off.
"No, let me finish," she chastised. "Robin, love, you're amazing too! Our daughter is going to love you just as much as I do, I just know it. Every time I look out the window to the back yard, I can't help imagining you and our daughter, running around and playing together. And love, I know you have more to teach her than you could imagine."
"D'you really believe that?" Robin sniffled. "Because I'm not sure I know what I'm doing."
"Oh, Robin," Alice laughed. "Neither do I. But I'm sure we'll learn as we go. Isn't that how all parents do it?"
"Yeah, I guess so," Robin sighed. "And I'm sure we'll make mistakes."
"Oh, lots," Alice agreed. "But I'm sure all parents do."
"My mom did," Robin pointed out.
"So did Papa," Alice added. "But I think we turned out alright."
"You, my dear, turned out much better than alright," Robin purred.
"So did you," Alice smiled.
"Alice…" Robin hesitantly brought up. "You don't think she'll turn out like me, do you?"
"Well, I certainly hope she does," Alice replied in confusion. "You're one of my favorite people in the world."
"No, I mean younger me," Robin elaborated. "Alice, I was not a nice person growing up. When I was little, I was a spoiled brat, and the older I got, the meaner I became. You don't think she'll be like that, do you?"
"Oh, Robin," Alice sighed. "Asking that is like asking if she'll turn out like Gothel, or if she'll have my mental health problems. Unfortunately, until she gets older, there's no way to know."
"Maybe it has less to do with genetics," Robin suggested slowly. "And more to do with the way she's raised. Maybe, if we do a good job of raising her, then her genetics won't matter."
Alice shook her head slowly.
"I don't think we should put that on ourselves," she said slowly. "Because no matter how you're raised, there's no changing who you are. Sometimes, the best people are raised in the worst way, and the worst people are raised in the best way. I'm not saying that we should just give up on her, but she will grow up flawed, and I don't think we should blame it on our parenting. I'm not sure every flaw will be our fault; it may just be part of her personality."
"I wish there was some way we could write her story," Robin sighed. "Instead of whoever's already done it. Because then, we could make sure that she grows up happy and healthy, and nothing bad would ever happen to her. We could make sure that she falls in love with a great person, and she lives happily ever after!"
"As much as I would love that," Alice responded. "You know we can't shield her from the world. Bad things are going to happen to her, and as much as it'll break our hearts, we've got to trust that she will live happily ever after."
"I know," Robin replied. "But that doesn't mean we won't be there for her!"
"Of course," Alice reassured. "We'll be there every step of the way, helping her on her journey."
"I'm glad we had this talk," Robin decided.
"Yeah, we definitely needed to get all this out in the open," Alice agreed.
"Are you ready to head back to bed?" Robin asked. "It's almost two in the morning, and I've got to work tomorrow."
"I'll be in in just a moment," Alice promised. "There's something I need to take care of here."
Robin nodded, and left the room to give her wife some privacy.
"Oh, Little Duckling," Alice whispered happily. "You are so lucky that your Mommy's so amazing. I promise, we will be here for you, always. We are never going to leave you; don't you ever forget that!"
In response, Baby Mills gave a firm kick, and Alice knew that her daughter understood. She had two amazing mothers, and they really would do anything for her.
A/N- What did you guys think? Something about it felt wrong to me, but I couldn't put my finger on it, so I suppose this'll have to do. Anyway, make sure to review, since I'll only update once I get 2 reviews. If you haven't already done so, please vote on a name for Little Duckling- Cecilia Belle Mills or Tiera Rose Mills? As always, thank you so much for reading, and have a blessed day, loves!