A/N: My friends, you are the most awesome readers ever. This story has gotten over 200 reviews and I am just floored. You are amazing and I love ya!

However, with this happiness comes a bit of sadness. I think I've been plagiarized and I'm upset about it. I'm unsure what to do about it as well.

Not to mention, that chapters will be coming slower now. I was sick for a few days and was able to work ahead. Now, however, I've caught up with myself and need some extra time. I don't know how many chapters are left. Not many I would think. But they will need some of your patience. Thanks!

Ok, enough babbling. Someone needs to interrupt me now!

Finding out I was carrying my second child was much different than with Charlotte. I was getting sick again, but managed to hide it from Tarrant. I knew it was time to head to the doctor. We weren't actively trying, but I was secretly hoping.

I left Tarrant and Charlotte for their daddy/daughter walk around the lake and went to the doctor's office. I went through the same funny potion routine, but this time the potion turned a beautiful sapphire color.

"Looks like Charlotte will have a brother," the doctor said warmly.

"Looks like it," I sighed. "Thank you doctor!"

(A/N: For those of you keeping track, this will be the same day that Charlotte asked to hear their story. Chapter 2)

Of course, this time around was very much like the first. If I got upset, the baby got upset and made me terribly ill. Many a time found me bent over the toilet with Tarrant dutifully holding my hair back.

But this time, there were some differences, too. This time, I had Charlotte as well. Sometimes, this was a wonderful thing. She would sing to my barely swollen stomach and tell her baby brother stories. And sometimes, she would be a five-year-old and completely drive me bonkers … and consequently send me to the toilet.

Hatter, of course, was his normal sweet self. Very patient with my mood swings. This baby made my moods swing even faster. Enough that I could have challenged Thackery at his tea cup throwing skills. I was very grateful to get past that part.

Once I was at my third month, I was reminded that there were only a few months until the 9th anniversary of the Frabjous Day. And asked if the museum would like to do something for it. I was torn. Of course, it was history and belonged in the Underlandian Museum of Art and History. But at the same time, Frabjous Day really centered around me and I hated that.

But, it needed to be done, and it was something to keep me busy, which made me happy, and it was something that I could do while resting in bed, which made Tarrant happy.

It was very perfect now that we lived in the palace. If Charlotte wanted to play and I was too tired, there were plenty of friends that would watch her for a while, including Mirana herself. How wonderful for a little girl to be such good friends with the Queen!

Our time in the castle led to such wonderful things. Obviously, Tarrant and I were surrounded by our friends. But it led to a wonderful friendship between Mirana and I. Both of us missed the good times with our respective sisters and eventually formed a sisterly bond. Charlotte even called her Auntie Mirana. It was adorable.

It made me happy to know that this was our family. And that we would be adding another in just a few months!

Alice's fifth month was tiring. This baby was much more active than even Charlotte was. It made her even more cranky. I received her trademark glare so much that I affectionately named it "The Bandersnatch." She affectionately elbowed me in the stomach … a few times.

One evening, I could see her tablet move as she made notes for the Frabjous Day celebration and the baby kicked and danced around her belly.

"Another futterwhackener?" I asked.

"Another champion," she sighed. "He must have something against my paper here and he desperately wants it to move."

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

"No. I wish there was. I should have asked you to carry this baby."

I pondered for a second. Me?

"Alice, sweetness, I don't see how that would be remotely possible. I mean, of course, this is Underland and magic does abound, but at the same time there is biology to consider and I don't think I am very well equipped –"

"Hatter," she said, obviously stuck between irritated and amused. "I was joking. I know you can't carry the babies."

"Ah, right. Sorry."

She thought for a moment. "Have you given any thought to names?"

"I have actually. I would like to name him something that reminds me of his mother."

She quirked an eyebrow at me.

"Hear me out. What did your mother feel you have too much of?"

"You want to name the baby 'overactive imagination'?" she asked.

"No, no. Will."

"William? Hmmm, I think I like that. But don't you want a junior?"

"Cricket, for the longest time, I never thought I would even marry, let alone have children. And then you came along and just proved me wrong. When we had Charlotte and she obviously was a girl, I didn't give any thought to that. However, when we went to see your mother and we met your sister and brother-in-law and his little junior, I knew if I ever had a boy then that idea would go completely out the window."

"You didn't like little Lowell?"

"Well, it wasn't little Lowell that was the problem. But big Lowell sure was. I have no need to have my name continue on like that. Especially like him."

"Fair enough," she said. "Perhaps a middle name?"

"A middle name? William Tarrant. You know, I think I like that."

She nodded … and yawned.

"Time for bed, love?" I asked.

"Yes, I think so."

I took all her papers and put them on the nightstand. We curled up together and said our good nights and I love yous and fell fast asleep, knowing that we would have a family soon.

Here I was, 7 months along (full term in Underland), and just waiting.

"Mummy, am I ever going to get a little brother?" Charlotte impatiently asked me as we were sitting after breakfast.

"I sure hope so, sweetheart," I replied, rubbing my huge swell of a belly.

"Any day now, buttercup," Hatter said, bringing my feet to his lap and rubbing them, like a saint.

"You've been saying that for days now," Lottie pouted.

"Trust me, Charlotte," Mummy wants to get on with this as much as you do," I said with a sigh.

I tried to return to the paperwork on my lap. The 9th anniversary of the Frabjous Day was approaching in just two days and I was putting the finishing touches on the celebration at the museum. But my focus was gone.

"Shall we take a walk?" I asked.

"Are you up for it," Tarrant asked.

"Well, I didn't say let's walk back to the Otherworld, did I?"

He smiled, once again ignoring my snappish retort. "No, but if you wanted to, I would carry you."

I wanted to swoon at that. He really was the sweetest man ever. But I looked like a Tweedle and had no patience left.

"No need for carrying … yet. Shall we walk?"

So dutifully, my family got up and decided to stroll to the lake. Well, they strolled to the lake, I waddled behind them.

Late that evening, after Charlotte was asleep, I moaned to Tarrant.

"That walk was supposed to make the baby come."

He chuckled. "Yes, I figured as much. You looked like you were marching with a purpose."

"I'm over due."

"By the doctor's timing, yes. But by our son's? Not so much."

"He's your son, you know."

"I'm very glad to hear it."

"No, not like that. Of course he's yours, but he's definitely going to have your personality. I can tell."

"Well, to be fair here, love, I've never kicked your insides and I certainly never made you wait this long. Remember? The man who proposed to you only minutes after you stayed?" he joked as he pointed to himself.

I laughed. I knew what he was doing … and it was working.

"Yes, but you are the man who changed my size considerably as well."

"But I shrunk you!"

"A size change is a size change, darling."

He pretended to pout. And I yawned.

"Ah, game is over, cricket. Time for sleep."

"Fine. But if this baby doesn't come tomorrow, I'm holding you responsible."

His eyes widened.

"I don't know why, I just am!" I said, kissing him softly.

"It's not fair when you use kisses as distractions, you know."

"Yes, I do know that," I giggled as I rolled over.

"Good night, my sweet. I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too, Tarrant."

The next day … no baby.

And so, the anniversary of the Frabjous Day was here. Which meant I had to go to the celebration looking like this. Huge.

"Lovely," Tarrant murmured as I came out of our room.

"Enormous," I replied.

"Mummy! You look beautiful!" Charlotte said as she ran to me.

"Thank you, Lottie. And you do as well!"

Hatter had actually designed us matching gowns for today. They were an iridescent white with a silver over-skirt. The silver, he said, was to represent my armor from the battle.

Tarrant was dressed in the same black suit from our wedding day, classic hat upon his head.

Lottie was wearing her matching hat as well. We must have looked a sight, all matching as we were.

But, off we went, the matching Hightopps, to the Fabulous Frabjous Day Celebration in the courtyard.

Once we were there, the usual questions, "Haven't you had that baby?" and "Are you ever going to deliver?" came pouring.

I wanted desperately to say something like "No, I plan to keep him in there forever." But I thought it might look bad to do that.

Finally, Mirana came over. "Alice! I love your dress! And Lottie's too!"

"Daddy planned them!" Charlotte said proudly.

Hatter blushed.

"Tarrant, don't be so modest! They're beautiful!" Mirana praised. Then she turned to me. "How are you feeling?"

"Colossal. But ok."

"Perhaps you'll have this baby on another occasion, eh?" she said.

It wasn't until she said that, that it came to me. Underland's little joke on me. I had Charlotte on the Queen's birthday and now, I would have this baby on the anniversary of the Frabjous Day. I just knew it.

"Probably," I sighed.

"You should sit down now," Mirana instructed. "Take it easy. You've done so much for today."

I suddenly knew that I wasn't going to make it to the museum. I would probably barely make it through the celebration at the castle. But, I was determined to have fun while I was here.

We ate and danced a little (very little) and sat and chatted with some people. And then I got very tired and started to feel the pangs.

"Tarrant, I think it's time to go."

"Are you sure, dearheart?"

"I really want to get to our room soon. I just know the baby is thinking of making his appearance."

"All right, love. I'll go tell Mirana. Buttercup, stay with Mummy."

"Yes, Daddy! Mummy, are you having the baby?"

"Not yet, Lottie. But I think soon."

"Yay! My brother will be here soon!"

Soon, Hatter came running back with Mirana with him.

"I had to wish you luck, my sister," she said, kissing me on the cheek.

I felt the tears coming. She had never called me that before.

"Thank you … sister," I replied.

"I'll send for the doctor. And you may leave Lottie with us," she said.

"That would be perfect. I'd hate for her to miss the day." I knew she would be fine. She would most likely stay with Mirana the whole time.

She hugged Tarrant and we hurried (to the best of my ability) back to our chambers.

As we were walking in the door, I felt quite a commotion inside of me and then the gush.

"Oh, Alice! You're leak…" he trailed off and I feared the confusion was coming. "Wait, I remember this. Your water broke. It's time!"

I smiled as best I could. "Yes, Tarrant. I would love to be more excited for you, but I have other things to tend to!" I said as a great pain buckled my knees. Hatter scooped me up and carried me to the bed.

Just then, the doctor appeared. He stepped over my puddle just as Hatter was laying me on the bed.

"I see I'm right on time," the doctor joked. "Let's see how you're doing."

I could see Hatter's eyes changing again as the doctor checked me. I slapped his gut and they changed back. Silly man.

"Alice, this won't take long at all," the doctor said, rummaging through his bag.

"Really?" I screeched through another pain.

"Not at all. Let me give you something for the pain and then we'll work on getting your son here."

I didn't know much about giving birth. All I knew was what I learned delivering Charlotte. But I always thought that it took longer in the Otherworld. I was suddenly grateful for having my children in Underland.

I took the blessed potion and waited.

"Alice? Are you ready?" I heard the doctor ask.

I nodded and braced myself.

"Then push, my dear."

Tarrant, once again, was my rock. He held my hand and whispered encouraging words in my ear in his Outlandish accent.

Finally, our son was born. William Tarrant Hightopp was placed on my chest.

"Congratulations, it's a boy," the doctor said, beginning the clean up.

"Hello, Will," I whispered as the baby looked up at me. Sparkling green eyes gazed back at me. I was right, this baby would be my Hatter baby.

"He's got your hair, love," Tarrant said softly. He obviously hadn't seen Will's eyes.

"Why don't you hold him and get a better look," I said, lifting the baby slightly.

As soon as he looked upon our son, I knew. He gasped and smiled brightly. "He's got my eyes."

"He does."

I gave a great yawn and a familiar scene was spread before me. The doctor was collecting his things, promising to return later. Tarrant was off to my side, holding our precious child and I was falling asleep.

"Rest, my sweet Alice. We shall be right here when you wake," he said, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

"I love you, Tarrant. And I love you, sweet little Will."

"We love you, too, Mummy."

And as I fell into sleep, I pictured our mad little family. And I couldn't help but smile.

Ah, my dear readers. I saw "Alice in Wonderland" again today. Played hooky from work for my birthday and went again! Even better the second time! Definitely fueled my fire for these two!