Alice sighed as she just made to the toilet. Morning sickness. She suddenly regretted kicking Tracy out of bed and the room.

"Tracy?" Alice whimpered.

Dillon opened his eyes and realized what a jerk he had been. He heard noises coming from upstairs and went to check them out.

"Alice? Whoa! Are you all right?" Dillon never saw someone that green or violently sick before.

"I need Tracy." The woman whimpered, clutching the toilet.

"O.k." Dillon rushed downstairs only to find his mom on her way up.

"Allie's sick? Fourth day this week. " Tracy sighed. "Do me a favor and call the mansion and tell them we're running late."

"Is she going to feel up to brunch?" Dillon asked dubiously.

"Yeah." Tracy went upstairs.

"Tracy?" Alice moaned.

"Hey, honey. The cubs giving you trouble?" Tracy wet a washcloth and gently wipe Alice's mouth.

"one and half more month. Second trimester should be easier. " Alice said. "I think I'm done for now."

"Why don't you take a shower and I get ready?"

"O.k."

"So, morning sickness?" Monica whispered Tracy as they joined the family.

"Mmmmm. I forgot how bad it can be. She's washing her face, now." Tracy looked worried. "May I have your attention? As soon as Alice gets here, we'll discuss the wedding."

"And here's I am." Alice announced.

"So, what kind of wedding do you want?" Alan asked.

"Small. Perhaps in the rose garden." Alice said.

"The date is what May 15th ?" Edward asked. Dillon's eyes bunged out when he figured the date was four weeks away.

"Yes." Tracy looked at Alice, slipping her under the table to rest on her children.

"Mom?" Dillon asked.

"Did you and Ephincacy get dresses?" Monica asked, interrupted.

"Yeah…are those apple sausages?" Alice closed her eyes.

"Yes, do you want some?" Edward offered.

"No! Just get them away now! " Alice snapped.

"Usually you love apple sausages." Alan looked confused.

"Oh…" Dillon had a strange look on his face.

"Reginald, could you take the sausages away?" Monica requested.

"Perhaps some seltzer." Tracy took the tie out of her hair and pull Alice's hair back. Alice gagged and threw up once more.

"I thought she would be over the flu by now." Edward said, puzzled.

"Maybe it's the stress of marrying into this family." Monica said.

"Want to lay down?" Tracy asked, rubbing Alice's back.

"I want to plan the wedding. I'm fine, really. Just a stomach thing."

"Didn't you have the flu last month?" Dillon asked. Four weeks. How in the world?

"It's probably nothing." Alice snapped as she stormed upstairs. Tracy winced.

"Honey…" Tracy went to follow her but thought better of it. "Monica, could you check on her? I seem to be saying all the wrong things."

Alan smiled understandingly. "Monica would throw things with me."

Tracy turned to Edward and Dillon. "When I tell you this I want no reaction."

"Allie?" Monica asked.

"She's telling them isn't she?" Alice sighed.

"You're what? A month and half along? " Monica glanced at Alice's stomach. "I think she will tell them you're trying not that you succeed already. But honestly, I think she will chalk it up to stress."

Alice nodded.

"Just rest." Monica smiled.

"Alice-we want—with living with Brook I've realized that---" Tracy paused trying to collect her thoughts. Alan snickered.

"You majored in communications at Radcliff for this particular moment. Alice wants a baby, Tracy wants a happy Alice and they will tell you other information when they feel like telling you and don't mention it to Alice because she is already scared of us, since we aren't, what?" Alan turned to Tracy.

"Gentle woodland creatures." Tracy blushed, remembering the end of that particular conversation had Alice hiding hickeys for a week and half .

"Ah." Edward paused. "How old are you two?"

"Edward put a sock in it." Monica joined the group in the room.

"A baby?" Dillon said.

"You always wanted to be a big brother." Tracy said, hopefully.

"Real nice timing. My child was killed last summer but now you get to have a baby with Alice. When she leaves you, will you kidnap that kid too, mom ?" Dillon stormed out.

"Dillon…" Tracy looked crushed.

"I'll talk to him." Alan smiled reassuringly at his sister. He followed Dillon out.

"This is good. A new grandchild." Edward nodded to himself. "Who's the father?"

Tracy just groaned while Monica laughed.

"Yeah, Granny, who will be the father? I mean, you obviously can't be so …" Brook Lyn trailed off.

"I'm not going to answer that." Tracy said.

"Tracy will be raising the baby with me. So Tracy for all purposes will be consider the father.." Alice kissed Tracy.

"Knowing this, Alice, you had paperwork draw up for the father to give up his rights?" Monica asked.

"We need to remember to have him sign those." Tracy said. "I keep forgetting. "

"I'm sure there will be no problem with that." Monica said reassuringly.

Alice sighed. Tracy moved to the couch and took Alice with her, placing Alice's head in her lap. "Can you take anything?" She whispered.

"I don't want to risk it. Just let me close my eyes for a sec." Alice sighed, willing the headache to go away.

"O.k." Tracy gently kissed Alice.

"So Tracy, who will be officifiying at ceremony?" Edward asked.

"Oh, wow, we haven't talk about that. It doesn't matter."

"What does that mean? You don't care about your own wedding?" Edward scowled.

There was an awkward silence in the room.

"Hey." Alan sat down next to his nephew.

"I don't get it. She seemed happy with Luke." Dillon sighed "Now this baby will actually get to be in a family."

"I realize you don't know your father. Paul…your mother really loved your dad and he…"

"What?"

"He kind of used her, just like Luke did, just like the others. When she woke up in Vegas married, your Auntie Monica had to hold her while she cried for hours. She didn't want to be married. My God, Dillon, your mother has been seeing Alice for over three years and just now they decided to have a child and get married? It's not the lesbian thing, son. Father, Monica and I've known for years about that. She's a commit-phobic and when she decides to actually commit she winds up married to Luke Spencer, Alice breaks up with her and booze looks really good." Alan said.

"I haven't notice."

'Ned won't let Brook stay with her unless she's sober. I think she's up to a year and half. " Alan smiled.

"Just when she started to see Alice." Dillon realized.

Monica decided to break the silence.

"Um, Edward, same-sex couples can't legally get married in New York."

"Are you telling me a Quartermaine can't get married? That's ridiculous. " Edward declared.

Alice leaned into Tracy's stomach to muffled her laughter.

"Well, it's true. So I don't think it makes a difference. We just want to be as married as much as possible." Tracy stoked Alice's hair.

"Apparently as soon as possible." Edward said.

Monica smirked. Brook Lyn noticed this and smirked back. Illegal Shotgun wedding. She thought and laughed.

"Do you have something to share, Brook Lyn?" Tracy asked sharply.

"No, ma'am."

"Well, Alice just needs to pick out her dress. Epiphany has hers." Tracy played with her fiancée's hand. "I suppose we need rings, too."

"Hotel room." Alice murmured. Tracy leaned over and kissed her.

"Whatever you want. " Tracy said. Alice's eyes glinted dangerously.

"Alice really loves Mom?" Dillon asked, running a hand through his pertunally messy hair.
Alan laughed. "Your mother has never been happier."

"What about Alice?" Dillon asked, persisted.

"Alice lights your mother in a way I never saw before."

"She really loves her?"

Alan laughed. "Alice challenges her but Tracy actually has a chance to occasionally win. And from I hear, the sex is…"

"Alan!" Dillon groaned and paused. "So Alice will stick. But a baby?"

"Life happens." Alan shrugged.

"How can life just happen? It's not like a condom broke on them."

"They planned it. But do you really want to know how?" Alan asked.

"Um, no."

"So where is this wedding happening?" Edward grumbled.

"Well, we need to decide that. Do you mind if we use the house, Monica?" asked Tracy.

"Sure."

"Honey, do you want to have Brook take you home?" Tracy was concerned about Alice's tiredness.

"No, I'm ok. It's normal for the first trimester." Alice cuddled closer to Tracy.

"So, you're really pregnant." Edward stared at the two women.

Alice and Tracy glanced at each other.

" There might been an early Christmas present." Tracy said.

"Of course, just having Alice officially in the family will be great too." Monica said.

Alan looked on while Dillon struggle to understand his mother's choice.

"But they are old. I mean mom was old when I was born. But now…."

Alan laughed. "You seriously think that is an issue? Tracy and Alice have discussed this for at least a year. They went to doctors and lawyers , looked at five bedrooms houses. Tracy has gone to regular check-ups with Monica. If there has been any doubts, they wouldn't do this. But your mother wants to make a new start. With Alice."

Dillon nodded. "A baby? This could be interesting. "

Alan chuckled. "Definitely. Alice's trying to keep Tracy from freaking out, Brook Lyn's excited and Alice keeps getting sick."

"Morning sickness?" Dillon smirked.

"She keeps blaming the Quartermaine influence. But it's going to be fine." Alan smiled. "We just need to supportive. Like normal families."

"We should probably get in there." Dillon said.

"Just remember normal families."

Dillon walked in to the room, observing his mother holding Alice.

"So four weeks?"

Tracy smiled. "Four weeks, I expect you to stand up for me with your brother."

"I'll be there."