Alice was upstairs in bed. After she received her news from the doctor, she came home, went upstairs to her bed, and cried till she fell asleep. Why was this happening? It was obviously the last thing they needed and there's no way they can handle it. They can't even handle just having the girls!

"Alice!" Francis called for her as her came through the door.

The woman stirred in bed when her husband called for her, but didn't awake. The Frenchman frowned before setting his keys on the stand in the hallway and peeked into the living room. Not there. After checking the kitchen, he headed up stairs to the bedroom. Seeing her sleeping bed, the man smiled and climbed in beside her, wrapping an arm around her waist.

Half asleep, Alice moved closer and buried her face in his chest, seeking the only comfort she could find. After a bit, she slowly started to wake up more and once fully awake, she began to cry once more.

"You insufferable git; it's all your fault..." She sobbed, keeping her face in his chest.

Francis frowned and wrapped his arms around her tightly.

"Alice...What are you talking about?" He asked.

Alice just shook her head, not wanting to say it aloud. The truth, in her mind, was too scary and unreal to put into words. She didn't really mean it when she said she blamed him for it though; it was obvious that it was something they both caused. Still, the British woman lacked a word filter when she was upset, something the Frenchman knew all too well.

Francis frowned and pulled Alice closer to him. He hated seeing her upset like this...It killed him.

"It's okay, I wont freak out just...take a few deep breaths." He said, rubbing her back gently, trying to calm her down as much as he could before she would speak.

She cried a while longer before sniffling.

"You knocked me up again you stupid wanker..." Alice mumbled again, still hiding her face in his chest.

God knows they don't need this, especially now. So why did this happen? Alice was so convinced till now that she was done having kids. Francis raised his eye brows.

"Alice..I'm sorry..I just..I didn't think..Again?" He was at a loss for words, but was determined figure out a way for them to get through this.

"Why did this have to happen?" She murmured. "We can't handle this...not now..."

How were they suppose to raise a third child? She felt that they were already screwing their girls up... Francis sighed softly.

"We have to. Alice...when we tell the girls we need to explain to them how hard it is going to be...remember when you were pregnant with Madeline? Amelia...she was so helpful...and the sweetest...Maybe if we just talk to them?" He said with a smile.

Despite it all, Francis was quite happy to be having another child. He loved children, especially when they were his own.

"She was always sweet back then..." Alice raised her head, mumbling. "What happen to her?"

Though she was a bit mischievous as a child, Alice saw Amelia as a perfect little angel then, so sweet and cute. It was so obvious that her little angel has fallen though...

"I don't know..Maybe its just a teenage thing?" He suggested with a shrug before and smiling. "We will get through this...and the first step is telling the girls."

Alice groaned and hid her face back in his chest. She really didn't want to do that. Who knows how their daughters will react, especially when one is practically a time bomb and the other a fountain of tears?

"I know it might not be easy but we have to." He told her, keeping her close in his arms. "But we have an hour to ourselves till the girls get home."

"Well...that's better than nothing..." She murmured, wiping her eyes.

She hated crying and the only person she could ever cry in front of was Francis. Still, one thing she's always struggled with him was telling him how she felt...she couldn't admit to him how scared she was about this. The Frenchman kissed her cheek softly.

"Did you want some tea?" He asked. A cup of tea usually calmed her down.

"...Yes." She sniffled, starting to relax again. She was once again telling herself that tea solved everything; a very comforting thought for her to have.

Francis smiled.

"Do you want to come down? Or should I bring it to you?"

"I...I just don't want to be alone." Alice mumbled, a blush spreading across her face. She wrapped her arms around her husband and nuzzled his chest.

"You don't have to be." He smiled softly and sat up, picking her up when he stood and carrying her down stairs.

"T-This is completely unnecessary, Frog..." Alice blushed brighter, and kept her arms around his neck.

Francis continued to smile as he carried her to the kitchen, sitting her in chair.

"Are you okay to eat dinner?"

"I think so." She answered, but was more like she hoped so.

When she was pregnant with Amelia, morning sickness wasn't so bad, but she could eat just about any food under the sun and almost felt the need to. With Maddie, she could barely keep anything down at all at first and even had to take some special medicine. Now that she thought about it, both experiences kind of reflected Madeline's pickiness and Amelia's old gluttonous tendencies as a child. Still...Alice wasn't looking forward for a repeat of either experience.

Francis kissed her forehead and smiled gently.

"I'll cook something light ...Maybe something with rice or some pasta?" He before turning to the tea pot to make some tea for the both of them and took out two tea cups. "I'll ask the girls what they'd like when the girls get home."

"Alright then." Alice agreed.

When Francis handed her her tea, she nodded in thanks and let her mind wander. Pregnant. Alice was pregnant again for the first time in over a decade. It didn't feel real at the moment, that there was a tiny child in her, forming and growing. Alice stared down for a moment at her still-flat stomach, feeling the same wonder she did during her first pregnancy.

The room was quiet for a bit as the couple drank their tea.

"Ma belle..." Francis spoke up. "I know you're scared about this..but..I'm excited to have another child." He said before taking her free hand gently in his.

"W-What?" Her head flicked up. "How could you be bloody excited for this?"

Alice took back her hand and wrapped her arm around her torso, looking away. She hadn't felt this scared since...since she was pregnant with Amelia. Most of that fear was at the thought of messing up. Her and Francis were young and stupid those days and then...she found out she was carrying Amelia in her senior year of high school and that changed everything. Alice was scared of hurting her daughter and was scared of telling Francis.

Still...Amelia ended up being the best thing that ever happened to her because she started taking life seriously then she married Francis, causing them to have the family they have now. Maybe this is a blessing in disguised as a curse? Alice didn't know, but she really hoped so.

Francis looked away from her and picked his tea back up.

"I'm sorry...I just...the thought of having another child...I mean, both girls take after you in at least one way...Amelia, well she has your confidence and your determination, which I love. And even though Madeline is quite shy..she has your patience and your soft heart. The girls mean so much to me...they both reflect how beautiful you are...and I know that a third child would do the same...I know the girls are a handful but in some ways..I wouldn't want them any other way.." He said.

By her actions, Francis thought he had upset her. He understood how frightened she was...but it was such a beautiful thing...

"Francis..." Her teacup hit the table with a clank and she wrapped her arms around her husband. She teared up a bit but didn't full-blown sob like she did earlier. "...Why must you be so sweet?"

Alice huffed, but tightened her arms around him. Francis blinked in surprised from the sudden embrace but by no means ignored it.

"Well I'm just being honest." He told her, wrapping his arms around her tightly.

He crooked his head slightly to the side and moved forward, kissing her passionately for a few moments. Alice blushed, but kissed back just as passionately. As parents, they really didn't get moments like this as much as they wanted. They were always working, taking care of the girls, or just just trying to rest and take their breathes in between. But the girls weren't home yet so this was their time as adults to do as they wished.

He ran his finger tips gently down his wife's side and slowly slid his hand under her shirt at the back, not breaking the kiss. He knew they had some time before the girls got home, but not long enough to get too far...and even if they did...they couldn't do it in the kitchen... Not this time anyway... Still, Alice slipped her fingers into his hair and didn't break the kiss.

Francis felt her fingers sliding into his hair. Unless it was Alice or the girls, he hated his hair to be touched. Francis' hand ran higher up the Brit's back as he came to her bra. At that moment, he heard the car pull up outside and their kiss came to a very slow stop. He smiled gently at her.

"We can finish this later.." He said with a wink and slowly moved his hand out from under her shirt.

Alice pouted slightly, but nodded. Amelia stomped into the house and slammed the door. She let out a frustrated yell before running upstairs.

"She's such a two-faced bitch!" She yelled as she ran.

After a moment, Madeline slowly opened the front door and peeked inside.

"I-Is she gone?" She asked in a soft voice.

The father nodded before he walked towards his youngest and gave her a gentle hug and kissed her cheek.

"Did you have a good day?" He asked with a smile.

Maddie hugged back and shrugged as she stared at the stairs. Alice sighed and walked over to her youngest.

"What's wrong with Amelia now?" She asked her.

Maddie bit her lip.

"She'll get mad at me if I tell..."

Francis glanced down at her and sighed softly.

"Okay. Well you sit with your mother and I'll go and talk to Amelia. We won't tell her anything you say if you tell us though..." He told her with a smile.

He stood and patted Maddie's head gently before turning for the stairs and knocking on the girls' bedroom door

"Amelia."

Amelia screamed into her pillow. She hated this world and everyone in it! Tears stung her eyes, but that only mad the blonde more mad and she punched her bed repeatedly. She hated crying. Through her little tantrum, she didn't hear her dad call out for her. Francis heard the screaming from the room and opened the door, walking in and slamming the door shut to get her attention. He walked to her bed and sat just on the edge

"Amelia... I think it's time we had a talk...I don't know what is going on but you need to tell me...your mother and I are worried about you. We don't like to see you so upset."

"Just go away!" She yelled with her face in her pillow. "Its bad enough my school life is ruined!"

This was a horrible day for her and she had no clue how to make the future ones any better. She never wanted to leave her room again and she definitely wasn't going back to school!

Francis frowned and stared down at her. He stood up and sighed.

"As soon as your ready to talk, I'm here. You know where to find me." He said with a sigh and walked out of her room.

He shut the door calmly and went back down stairs. He went to the table, shaking his head.

"She won't talk..." He said, sitting down. "Madeline...it's important that you tell us."

His tone was soft when he spoke.

"B-But Meli trusts me..." Maddie murmured.

"We can't help her if you don't let us know what's wrong, Madeline." Alice told her, fixing her daughter's pigtail.

Maddie bit her lip. Even if her parents could help, how could she just betray her sister?