A/N: Here's the chapter we've been waiting for! The birth! Yay! Haha, this has been taking me too long to update, so I'm giving you two chapters today! Hopefully I will be writing Chapter 13 tomorrow! I don't even know how far I'll be going.. I still have major writers block. Do any of you have any ideas? Write them in a review, and I will be totally grateful! I'm not going to write in POV's today, just an all over story :) Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ALICE IN WONDERLAND.

Alice had decided early that morning, to go outside, and visit the garden she had started, when she learned she was pregnant. She snuck out of bed, scribbling a little note to Tarrant, so he would not panic at her disappearance. She scuffled to the closet, and grabbed one of her pale blue maternity dressed, and paused in front of the mirror. She looked down, her stomach bulging so far, she could no longer see what was directly below her. She grimaced at her pudgy ankles. But she smiled to see she still had her collarbone sticking out. She always loved when Tarrant ran his lips across it.. She shook her mind from her reverie, and walked silently through the door.

She reached her long arms out, to soak up the warm sun. She tilted her face into the sky, and breathed in, smelling the early morning summer air. She sighed, and walked the stone path out back of there house, looking at the large tea table. She giggled thinking about the many, odd conversations they had all shared together.

She walked for a few minutes, and saw the grass hedge entrance to her and Tarrants secret garden. The minute she walked in, she smelled the smell of tea and other wonderful earthy smells. She blushed at the memory of how the tea scent had spread across the garden.

Tarrant and Alice had brought some cups out to enjoy the weather, and well.. Tarrant got a little.. naughty we could say. He pounced on her, spilling the tea across the flowers, and taking her right there on the grass, just in front of the water fountain.

She stood on the grass, and looked down, feeling arousal run through her body. She shook it off, and walked to the beautiful swing Tarrant had built for her. He had said it was for her and their many children they would be having in the future. The wood was a dark shiny oak, and the rope a beautiful soft threaded design.

She grasped the ropes, and sat onto the wooden seat. She swung herself back and forth, enjoying the wind, when she abruptly stopped swinging.

She stood, and looked down to see water trickling down her legs, and to her horror, her stomach jerked in pain. She cried out, desperately wanting her husband with her right now.

Meanwhile:

Tarrant was walking around in his button up pajamas, his shirt undone so the breeze would reach his pale skin. He had read the note Alice had left him, and decided to take his tea in the living room. He sat onto his chair, and suddenly felt a cool chill run down his neck. He thought he heard something out of the window, but shrugged it off, thinking of things that began with the letter B,

"Books, brackets, belly buttons..." His mind wandered to Alice's pregnant belly at the thought, "Beautiful.." He smiled. "Bottles.. Baby... Babies.. Babies!" He yelped. He suddenly had a feeling that Alice needed him right now. He rushed out the door, tea cup pajamas and barefoot.

Back to Alice:

"Oh God..." Alice growled, clutching her stomach. She was now on her knees, trying to recover from the second contraction that was raising through her body.

"Tarrant.. where the hell are you?" She shrieked. She was strangely angry that Tarrant was not there. But of course this wasn't his fault at all. Indeed this was all her doing.

"I just had to come outside!" She have laughed at herself, groaning in pain. She felt that the time was getting extremely close.

Tarrant:

He ran and ran, but it seemed he couldn't find his way to the path. He groaned in frustration, and ran past a patch of flowers.

"Slow down Tarrant!"

"What's wrong Tarrant?"

"Is it Alice, Tarrant?"

They all sang at one time, and Tarrant grabbed his ears wincing at the loudness.

"Shut it! Have any of you seen Alice?" He yelled, his eyes flashing a dark orange. They all shook as if wind was pushing them around, and all tilted to the right.

"She went that way.." They sang, sticking there noises up at Tarrant.

"Bloody busybodies." He growled, and ran. He finally saw the hedge wall to the garden.

"Alice!" He yelled out, tilting his head for a reply. He waited and waited, but nothing. He tried again,

"ALICE!" He shrieked. He waited. This time he heard a deep gutteral groan, of what seemed to be his name. She was in pain.

He had to run all the way around the hedge to get to her now. He cursed himself in annoyance, and bolted to the hedge's entrance.

At long last, he reached it, and ran into the gardens core. He smelled tea at the very opening, and smiled inwardly to himself.

"Tarrant!.. God.. Get over here.. nowww!" He looked over at the fountain, and saw his Alice propped again the curve of the stone object. He ran over, and ran his hand over her head. He knelt at her side, and reached for her hand, but she clenched it painfully.

"What's wrong love?" He hadn't even realized she could possibly in labor of all things.

"Are you bloody daft, you twat? I'm lying here, ready to push these babies out, and I've been screaming here for what feels like hours! Help me." She sobbed, her teeth biting deeply into her lip, and she sat forward breathing in heavily.

"Oh.. Love I'm so terribly sorry. It'll be alright love. Let me get you to the castle." He rambled, but she grabbed his upper arm. He looked at her curiously.

"You and I both know, there is no way in Underland, I can wait for a carriage ride. I'm having these babies here, and soon. I can't control this." She sighed, enjoying the moment of contraction-less bliss.

"Well who's going to deliver the babi-.." He started.. looking into her eyes, and saw what she was thinking. He shook his head.

"Ohhh no. No. No, no, no! I don't know the first thing in birthing babies. We don't have any supplies.." He rambled, his mad hatter personality taking over.

She reached over, her hand cupping his pale rosy cheek. She smiled at him, and Tarrant flushed at the delicate moment. But the moment soon ended, her face contorting into relentless childbirthing pain.

He stood, and paced trying to think of something. At long last, he had it.

"Alice, love. Wait here a few moments, and I'm going to run to the house. Please just relax, and breath like Mirana told you." He smiled, and Alice nodded hurridly, and he darted from the ground.

She watched him run, and she focused on breathing. She felt a huge contraction rip through her body, and gribbed her lower thighs from the back. She moved her hands back up, but felt a sticky substance. She looked at her fingertips, and screamed in pure horror. Blood.

"TARRANT!"

Tarrant:

He was running back, towels draped over his shoulders, and a water dish in hand. He would simply get water from the enchanted fountain. He ran to the entrance, and heard Alice screaming his name. He sighed, embracing himself for what lay ahead. He turned the corner, but saw a horrifying sight.

His Alice was sitting in a pool of what seemed to be, blood.

"Tarrant! What's happening to me?" She cried out horrified. He ran to her said, and tryed to think quickly.

"Alice calm down. I remember my mother experiencing this when she birthed my younger twin sisters.." He murmured. She nodded, still not quite believing him.

He layed a towel around her thighs, and under her buttocks. He soaked up the blood, and dampened a smaller towel, resting it onto her sweaty forehead.

They sweated it out for another hour or so, and Alice finally told Tarrant that she felt a need to bear down. He gulped, and pushed her skirts up to her waist. She definitely was ready to push. He didn't exactly know what he was doing, but he spread her legs farther.

He coached her to push with all of her might, and with a few more attempts, he said a crown of a head.

"Oh my god Alice.." He grinned madly. She looked into his face, and laughed a flustered, teary eyed laugh. She pushed once more, and their first child, was born into the world. Alice relaxed, and closed her eyes. They bolted open when she felt a tiny cry escape into the air. She looked up and saw Tarrant wrapping their first child into the towel, and handed Alice their baby.

"Its the girl, Alice." He smiled, his eyes tearing up. She grinned wildly and nuzzled her nose, looking at her beautiful electric orange hair, just like her daddy's.

"Hello Jane Tea Hightopp." Tarrant's eyes grew wide at the choice of middle name, but Alice explained her reasoning.

"I smelled Tea again when I got her out!" She giggled. Tarrant smiled warmly, and reached for the child. He looked up, and saw her face wince in pain. Of course, there was still yet another baby to come! But her skin paled.

"Alice?" Tarrant whispered, setting his daughter, Jane onto a fluffy towel.

"Ah... Tarrant?" She whimpered her eyes clasped shut. Beads of sweat were pouring down her face, and Tarrant rested his hand onto her forehead, feeling it was on fire.

"Alice, I think you need to push some more... love? Answer me.." He urged her. She thrashed around, muttering nonsense and crying.

Tarrant sat back in horror, not knowing what to do. He splashed some water onto her, and she settled a little. Yet she still would not push.

He did the last thing he thought he could, and leaned forward, kissing her lightly. Trying ever so hard, to kiss the pain away. It seemed to be working, because her eyes were opening to slits, and her lips pressed away from his slightly, to wince and groan as she pushed down.

"That's it Lass. Your almost there. I love you Alice, keep trying." He urged and urged. He leaned back to check the progress. He saw the head, and smiled even wider.

"Alice love. Push harder.." But she seemed to be slipping away. He lightly slapped her cheek, and felt a deep sense of worry set in his bones.

"Please Alice, you need to see your beautiful blonde haired baby boy.." He smirked, and she blinked slightly, and pushed harder.

"Come on, love. These babies need you. I need you. Underland needs you. Don't leave us now." He said, and realized he had tears running down his cheeks.

Tarrant Hightopp never cried. This was just between him and his wife, and children. He needed to be strong.

Finally he leaned down and kissed her again, and she gave one final push out, and he felt a baby slide into his hands. He sighed, and looked down, and saw cerulean saucers staring up at him, and he chuckled.

"Alice, Tergin looks just like you." She sighed, but didn't answer. A ghost of a smile was on her face, and her pale complextion grew lighter.

He wrapped his son into a fluffy towel, and laid him beside his sister. They cried loudly, wanting to be held by their mother he could tell.

"Alice? Alice.. stay with me love." He gently pressed a towel to her bloodied core. He shivered in fear.

"Alice! Be the strong, right proper Alice! Where is your muchness? Let your babies see your amazing muchness that I have grown to utterly fall in love with. Alice we need you. Terribly. Look at me now Alice." He cried, clutching her shoulders, his tears fell onto her face, and she whimpered in pain. He kissed her eyelids, and then her mouth. Finally his lips ran across her collarbone, and she gasped, sitting straight up.

"Alic-..?" He whispered, but moved aside, as she retched at the side of the fountain. He grimaced at the sound, but smiled that she was awake again.

"Alice hold your children, they are crying for you." He smiled at her, and she weakly grinned back, reaching her arms out. He said Jane into her right arm first, and Tergin into her left.

"Hello Tergin Tarrant Hightopp." She smiled, tears falling onto the towel. Tarrant filled with pride at her choice, and kissed her on the forehead.

Both the babies eagerly reached for her breasts unconsciously. Alice blushed, and motioned for Tarrant to unbutton her dress. He smirked, and set her tender breasts free, his eyes glazing over with affection at the sight of Alice nurturing her children.

"Gods.. I love you Alice." He smiled, looking at the two miracles they had created.

"Aren't they beautiful Tarrant?.. Spitting images of us, yeah?" She giggled, her voice still thick with tears.

Tarrant leaned forward, and kissed his babies lightly on each of their heads.

Jane turned her head to peek up at Tarrant, and Alice and him realized whose eyes she had.

"Oh Tarrant.. She has your bright green eyes.." She smiled. He smirked, and kissed his wife.

"She sure does, Alice.. She sure does."

A/N: Okay, its short, but I hope you guys enjoyed it :D It was fun to write actually! Please review. I have a few more ideas buzzing in my head at the moment! REVIEW! I swear the make writing the stories even more fun! Thanks :D What did you think of the babies names? Heheee ;)