I am so sorry about the delay, I had major writers block. Updates will probably slow down a bit from what they usually are (not this slow) now that I'm back in school.
It was around midnight when Tarrant snuck out of bed. Yes, Alice told him not to work. Yes, he was doing it anyway. He was slipping out of bed in the dead of night so he could work on his beloved hats. Quietly, he crept out of the room they shared. Luckily his workshop was just down the hall, so he could return at a moments' notice. Tarrant felt like a child, sneaking out of his room at night in search of sweets. Closing the door with a quiet thump, he made his way down the hall.
'One hat,' he thought to himself. 'Just one. Maybe two if I finish quickly.'
With that thought firmly in mind, the Mad Hatter slipped into his workshop. He savored the familiar smell of his workshop as he fumbled in the dark to light a candle.
"Having trouble?" a feminine voice asked from the darkness.
'Drat,' Tarrant thought. He would recognize that voice anywhere.
Alice.
"Not at all my dear," he said coolly. "My hand is troubling me a bit, that's all."
"I know," Alice said. "The pain woke me."
"I apologize, love," he murmured, knowing the endearment almost always melted her heart.
Almost always.
He couldn't see her, but Tarrant could sense her rising to her feet. She approached him and placed her hands on his wiry chest. "Come to bed," she said softly. "Let your hand heal. Don't hurt yourself more. Don't hurt me more."
Tarrant went weak as soon as she said those magical words. He gave in and allowed her to pull him back to their room.
When they arrived, she crawled into the large bed and curled up on her left side. Unable to resist, he crawled in behind her and cuddled into her back. Wrapping his arms around her, he could feel the bump in her belly that was their unborn child.
I know it's short, but like I said, I am suffering from writers block and this is all I could get down.