A/N: Sorry for the delay!! I havent updated in about....four days!?!? Holy crap! Alright, well here it is.

Alice's POV

"Tarrant, he was beautiful." I sighed, walking down the hall towards Hatters workshop. He came up behind me and wrapped an arm around my waist.

"Yes, he was. Do you think that ours will turn out just as?" He asked, opening the door and placing his coat on a chair that sat in a corner.

"Of course I do." I giggled. THe child would be beautiful. If it were a girl, it would have Tarrants flaming hair, and maybe a touch of his madness. If a boy, he would have blonde hair, and creativity would flow in his veins, like his father. Tarrant walked into his bedroom, and I followed. I watched as he took out a nail, god only knows where that came from. He stuck the nail into the headbored of the bed. "What are you doing?" I asked curiously. He didnt reply until he was done. I looked at the headbored, and it read Alice. "Why?" I asked him. He smiled madly, seeming proud that he could write it so neat. It was in script, and the e curled a little bit at the end. Frankly I didnt know Hatter even knew how to write. I never saw him writing. Though he read all the time.

"You'll catch on soon enough." He smiled. I was to tired to actually ask him about it, so I left the conversation alone. I watched him change, stripping of his black vest. Why was he changing? "I've got tea time with the others." He told me, noticing my confused look. As he was about to put on a fresh vest, I noticed something on his back. I got up off the bed and walked towards him. "What is it, cricket?"

I walked behind him so that his back was visible. Then I gasped. On his white marble back, there were scars. Not very visible, but they were definatly there. They overlapped each other, making strange designs in his back. "Tarrant.....are these from...?" I breathed. He gave a small nod. Staynes whip had certiantly done some damage to Hatter's confindence. Tarrant cringed at the mention of it, or anything else to do with the Red Queen. I knew that she flooded his dreams every night, turning them into nightmares. "I...I didnt know......Its....its my fault." I gapped. It was my fault. I had left him there, I had left him to be tortured. Hatter made a sharp spin.

"It most certaintly is not your fault, Alice. Please don't blame it on yourself. I chose to stay, and I took Stayne's whip proudly. I was honored to be there, knowing that I was helping you." He told me firmly, yet sincerely. I wrapped my arms around him, breathing into his bare chest.

"It still hurts me to see you like that....I cant think of it." I whimpered.

"Easy, love. It'll be alright. im fine now." He stroked my hair. I took several shaky breaths. Then I put a hand to my mouth. Tarrant, being th eonder that he is, caught on immediatly. He ran over to the far side of the room, and returned with a bucket in hand. I took it gratefully, throwing up pink and blue.

A/N: Hoped you enjoyed this!!! Happy mothers day!!