Time to find out what happened to Alice and Tarrant after a night of drinking and a little too much fun. Did they? Didn't they? Read and find out!

Alice woke up feeling warm and mostly comfortable. The only mar in her comfort was the buzzing in her head and a soreness she couldn't quite place. She shifted her weight and felt something hard, yet soft in front of her. Not quite ready to open her eyes, Alice explored the unknown object in her bed with her hands. She heard a soft sigh and froze.

"Tha' feels good," someone told her.

Alice's eyes flew open and she found herself face to face with none other than Tarrant Hightopp. Upon further inspection she realized that, not only was he in her bed, but neither of them were clothed. Their legs were tangled together and his arms were wrapped around her, holding her tight to him.

"Tarrant," she hissed in an attempt to fully wake him.

It seemed to do the trick. His eyes flew open and locked onto hers. It took him a moment to register what was going on, but when he did, his eyes shot open and turned silver. What that meant, Alice did not know. All she knew is that she was lying in bed, naked, with a man.

'What happened last night?' She tried to remember, but there was a thick veil hiding her memories of last night.

"Alice?" Tarrant said cautiously. She noted that he hadn't let her go yet.

"Yes?" she whispered uncertainly.

"Do you know what happened last night?"

Alice shook her head. "I can't remember."

"Do you, well I don't mean to sound improper, but do you feel any discomfort?"

Alice gave him a disbelieving look, as if to say "Discomfort? No, I only just woke up in my bed naked, with a naked man and have no idea what happened last night."

He understood her unspoken words and clarified. "Do you feel any physical discomfort in your, err…feminine area?"

Alice frowned. 'What does that have to do with anything?' she wondered. But she still focused and discovered that she did indeed feel mild discomfort and even a little soreness.

"Yes, I do," she said warily. "Why does that matter?"

Tarrant looked uncomfortable. He finally released his grip on her and scooted away. He sat up in the bed and motioned for her to do the same. When she too had sat up -keeping a blanket around her chest- he spoke.

"You do know what happens when a man and a woman are…intimate…right?" he asked.

"Intimate?" she repeated, obviously confused.

He looked at her, carefully keeping his eyes on her face. "Yes, intimate."

"What does that mean?"

He looked at her dubiously . "Do you not know of physical intimacy?" She shook her head. "What in the world did they teach you in Overland?" he demanded. Before she could respond, he continued. "Did they teach you anything about male anatomy?" Alice shook her head again. Tarrant took a deep breath and closed his eyes. "This is going to be harder than I thought," he muttered. He opened his eyes and said "Male anatomy is very different than female anatomy is."

"How so?"

"Well, where a woman has- a man-" he broke off, frustrated. He couldn't find the proper words to explain. "A man and a woman have different parts, down there," the meaning of his words were clear even to someone as inexperienced as Alice. "When a man and a woman are intimate, the man will place his…part inside of the woman's."

"Inside?" Alice repeated. "How is that possible?"

"Well, you see, a man- woman-" he broke off again. With a growl of frustration at his inability to explain, Tarrant stood up, freeing himself from the blanket and exposing his manhood. "That is how it's possible," he said. But his meaning was lost on Alice, for the moment he had stood up, she had instinctively averted her eyes. "Alice, look at me," he said softly.

With much reluctance, Alice lowered her gaze to his face and no lower.

"Alice this will be much easier to explain if you would just look," he told her.

"It is improper," she protested.

Tarrant barked out a laugh. "Since when do you care about being proper?" he asked dryly.

Alice had no comeback for that. She reluctantly lowered her gaze a bit farther. When her eyes reached their destination they went wide. She had no idea that men were so different than women. She snapped her eyes back up to his and could see a trace of embarrassment in his face.

"That is why it's possible," he said softly. He sat back down on the edge of the bed and covered his lap with the blanket. "And when a man and woman are intimate, the woman can sometimes end up bearing a child."

Alice looked like she was going to faint. "A child? You mean I might be…" she trailed off.

"It's possible," he admitted. "It all depends on your body."

"I-I can't be!" she burst out. "We don't even know for sure that anything happened!"

"Alice, I can think of no other reason for your discomfort,"he said softly. "We did. There is no other explanation."

"I can't be pregnant though…"

"There is a chance you might not be," he assured her "but we still need to make sure."

"How?"

"I'm sure Mirana knows a way to find out," he paused. "And she wouldn't tell anyone of our…activities."

"Well then let's go!" Alice cried.

"We can't," he said. "Not yet."

"Why ever not?" she demanded.

"It's too soon. Your body wouldn't have even registered the fact yet. Wait a couple weeks and then we can go to her."

"Fine." Something occurred to Alice then. "How do you know so much about this?"

Contrary to what Alice expected, Tarrant did not look embarrassed. "My father taught me all of this when I reached an age where I could understand what he meant," he told her.

"So last night…"

"It was my first time," he assured her.

Alice looked down. "We should get dressed," she murmured.

Tarrant looked down. He had forgotten that they were still unclothed. "Right," he said. He started to stand up, but then stopped. Alice looked away, seemingly fascinated by the color of the wall. Tarrant grinned and stood up. He glanced around the room for his trousers. He found them on the balcony.

'How in the name of Underland did my pants get over here?' he wondered as he pulled them on. He quickly located his shirt and pulled it on. He approached the door. Before he walked out, he turned to Alice.

"I'll see you later?" he asked uncertainly.

Alice looked at him, her eyes carefully blank. "Yes," she whispered.

He nodded once and slipped out of her room.

The moment the door was shut, Alice fell back onto the bed.

'I slept with Tarrant,' she thought miserably. 'I slept with him and I can't even remember it…'

Alice wanted to break down and cry, but she wouldn't allow herself the relief.

'I have to act as if nothing has happened. No one else needs to know, and no one will unless I end up…' She couldn't think the word.

Resolutely, Alice got out of bed and got dressed. She marched out of her room and faced the day.

~Tarrant POV~

'What's wrong with you, you stupid madman?' Tarrant scolded himself. 'You turned some innocent fun into a night that could alter both of our lives forever! Poor Alice, she has no idea what is going on, she must hate me.' He snorted. 'Not that I blame her, I hate me too. If she does end up bearing a child, I swear I'll be there for her as whatever she needs me to be, whether that is a friend, supporter, lover or a father to the child. Father?' He paused. 'As my father always told me, 'any man can be a father, but it takes a true man to be a daddy.' I will be a daddy, if Alice will allow me.'

Tarrant was oblivious to his surroundings due to his internal musings, so he had no warning when Mally stabbed him in the foot.

"Ouch!" he yelped. "What was that for?"

"For ignorin' me," the mouse snapped. "Wha's on yer mind?"

"Nothing," he said quickly.

Mally frowned and scurried up the leg of his pants and onto his shoulder. "Hatta, don' lie t' me. Wha's on yer mind?"

"Oh Mally, how I wish I could tell you, but I've made a promise that I intend to keep. I've already made a mess of things, and I don't want to make it any worse."

Mally's frown deepened. "'Ow 'ave ye made a mess of thin's?"

"I did something very bad last night and I'm not allowed to say more."

"Ah'll respect yer privacy Hatta, but if ye eva' need someone, Ah'm 'ere," Mally promised.

"Thank you Mally," he whispered.

"Any time!" And with that, she scurried down his leg and disappeared into the palace.

Tarrant continued wandering through the palace until he happened upon the Bandersnatch.

"Hello Teufel," he murmured. Tarrant was the only one who had ever figured out his name, or even knew that he had one.

Teufel growled softly, his version of hello. Sensing Tarrants distress, he nuzzled his leg and licked his hand.

"Thank you Teufel, I really need that right now." Teufel plopped down and pulled Tarrant down next to him. "I did something awful," he told the Bandersnatch. "If I asked you, would you bite my head off?"

Teufel growled, clearly saying no.

"Drat, I wish you would."

Teufel laid his head down on his paws and wrapped his long tail around the miserable hatter. Tarrant laid his head back with a thump.

"I'm a terrible person," he mumbled.

~Three Weeks Later~

Alice heard a quite knock on her door. It was the first time anyone had knocked on her door in several days.

"Just a moment," she called. She closed the book she had been reading and placed it on her nightstand. She stood up carefully and walked to the door.

'It seems all my movements are careful recently,' she mused.

She opened the door and was faced with and awkward looking Tarrant.

"Err, hello," he said.

"Hi," she said quietly.

"We, I mean, well-" He stopped and cleared his throat. "We need to go see Mirana."

Alice went pale. She had managed to push the impending visit out of her mind, but she couldn't any longer. It was time.

"Lets' go," she said with fake bravado.

Tarrant hesitantly extended his arm for her, his face the physical incarnation of awkwardness and discomfort. Alice's acceptance helped a bit, but he still felt uneasy in her presence. Quickly the pair of them made their way to the throne room.

"Halt," said one of the chess piece guards as they approached. "What is your business here?"

"We need to see the Queen," Tarrant answered smoothly. "It's urgent."

The guard slipped into the throne room. Within moments he came back out and motioned for them to enter.

Both of them bowed deeply when they came upon the throne.

"There is no need for that my friends," Mirana said, waving off the formality. "What is so urgent?"

Alice and Tarrant glanced at each other. He gestured for her to speak.

"Well Your Majesty-" she began.

"Mirana, please call me Mirana."

"As you wish…Mirana," Alice started again. "On the night of my return to Underland, as you know, there was a party where alcohol was present. Due to our inebriation, Tarrant and I engaged in some very compromising behavior and we would like you to help us find out what became of it."

Mirana seemed unfazed by the news. "You want me to tell you if you are with a child?"

Alice gulped. "Yes please."

"Very well," she said, standing. "Follow me."

Mirana lead them to the kitchen. It was currently vacant, something Alice was grateful for. She didn't want anyone to know about this if it could be helped.

The queen sifted through several recipe books until she found the one she needed. It was a thin, dusty tome. It contained only two recipes. One to determine if a woman was pregnant and one to discover who the father was.

"I assume I will only need to prepare the first?" she asked, looking up at Alice.

"Yes. The second is unnecessary. If I am," she gritted her teeth "pregnant, there is only one possibility as to who the father is."

Tarrant tried not to look overly relieved, but both women could see the relief on his face.

"Did you think it would be anyone else?" Alice inquired.

"One can never assume," he said lightly.

"Well this would've been a safe assumption," she informed him.

"Good to know."

"I'm glad you think so."

"I'm glad you're glad."

"I'm glad you're glad I'm glad."

"Okay, this time the gladness confused me," Tarrant said, making Alice giggle.

"This is all very well, but if you're done now, I need help," Mirana cut in.

"What do you need?" Tarrant asked.

"A piece of her hair."

Alice plucked out one of her golden hairs and passed it to Mirana. "Anything else?" she asked.

"Nothing you can give," she said airily.

Both remained silent as they watched her work. She put buttered fingers, Bandersnatch fur, frog eyeballs, skin of a dragonfly and last but not least, Alice's hair.

'She didn't spit in this one,' Alice thought. Her relief was short-lived however, for a moment later, Mirana added her saliva to the mixture.

The queen poured half of the liquid into a glass and handed it to Alice, who sniffed it warily.

"What will it do?" she asked.

"It will change your eye color," she said. "If you are, they will turn silver and if you aren't they will turn black. Temporarily."

Alice took a deep breath and downed the potion. She didn't feel anything. "Did it work?" she asked. Neither of them responded. "Well?" she asked anxiously. Tarrant rushed forward and hugged her hard.

"You," he whispered "are going to be a fantastic mother."

"Mother?" she gasped. "My eyes are silver?"

Tarrant pulled back, but kept a grip on her arms. "Yes Alice, your eyes are silver."

"Mother," she mouthed.

Neither noticed when Mirana slipped out of the kitchen to give them some privacy.

"Alice, you are going to be a mother!"

"Don't leave yourself out of this!" Alice shot back. "You do want to be involved right?" she asked uncertainly.

"Alice of course I want to be involved if you'll let me!" he admonished her.

"What wouldn't I?" she asked.

"Well, the way this all happened, I didn't know if you'd be wanting me around the child or if-"

Alice cut him off with a quick kiss. She broke away when she saw his eyes widen. "Never talk like that," she scolded him. "This child is as much yours as it is mine. You have every right to be involved."

Tarrant couldn't think, let alone speak. He couldn't get over the fact that Alice had kissed him, without being drunk.

'Does this mean what I think it does?' he wondered.

"Tarrant?" Alice asked. "Hatter?"

The use of his nickname snapped him out of his trance. "I'm fine," he choked out.

"Tarrant, you are going to be a father," she told him.

"Father?" he repeated. "'Any man can be a father, but only a real man can be a daddy.'"

Her brow furrowed. "Where did you hear that?"

"My father told me. Why?"

"My father told me the same thing," she said softly.

Tarrant pulled her into a tight embrace. "Great minds think alike."

They stood in the first comfortable silence they had had for weeks. Neither of them was willing to break it, so neither did. The embrace was only broken when Thackery burst into the kitchen.

"You're both late for tea!" he shrieked.

Alice and Hatter broke apart. "Ye mangy rabbit, ye ruined the momen'," Tarrant growled.

"B-but yer late fer tea!" he protested.

"We will be there momentarily," Alice said quickly.

Thackery wriggled with delight and darted out the door.

"Let's go," Alice said. She twined her fingers through his and tugged him through the door. He allowed her tote him out of the kitchen and toward the courtyard where tea was served. They arrived quickly and seated themselves.

"Late, late, late," Thackery muttered.

"Hush, we have an announcement," Tarrant said, too ecstatic to be angry at him any longer.

"Everyone, I am going to have a baby," Alice announced.

"Is tha' wha' ye were hidin' frum me?" Mally demanded.

"Not exactly," Hatter said. "I was hiding the actual act of creating the baby from you. We didn't know until a few minutes ago."

Mally couldn't bear to be angry at him at the present moment, she was too happy for them. "Tha's fantastic!" she cried.

"Baby…" Thackery mumbled. "Baby…"

"No doubt Mirana will want to throw a ball too celebrate," Alice grumbled.

"Lass, just be happy right now," Tarrant said to her, stroking the back of her hand with his thumb.

"For you," she said with a grin. "Anything for you."

Mally and Thackery glanced at each other. They had an unspoken agreement.

"Kiss, kiss, kiss!" they chanted.

Alice and Tarrant were happy to oblige.

Well there it is! Chapter two is up! I hope you enjoyed! Should the baby be a boy or a girl? Or should it be babies? Please tell me what you think! By the way, here is a link to the dress Alice wore in the last chapter. http : / www . ballroom – gown . com / Ballroom – Dress / 3382 . html . That's the dress only the one in the story didn't have the weird little wing things.