Alice In Wonderland Fan Fiction ❯ Twisted Fantasy ❯ Chapter Fifty Seven ( Chapter 57 )
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By: destiny dreamer 
Non Anime: Alice In Wonderland Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Fantasy / Suspense / Thriller | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.19.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.4K | Visits: 176 | Status: Completed
Non Anime: Alice In Wonderland Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Fantasy / Suspense / Thriller | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.19.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.4K | Visits: 176 | Status: Completed
"Brian is trying to talk to them. He's a firefighter so he knows a few of the cops." Sammy peeked out the window. Brian was casually talking to the cops, but they weren't smiling.
Alice peeked out the window with him. "Do you think they will take him away?"
"I don't think so. If they had something on him then they would have taken him away already," he whispered as if they could hear him. "More than likely they're just trying to break him."
"Well, at least he doesn't remember anything to break," she whispered next to him. Her hand went to her belly as the baby started kicking wildly. She hadn't eaten much. It was hungry.
Sammy nodded slowly. "Hopefully that's the case,' he whispered. They stood there staring out the window until the cops left. Brian came in first, leaving Matthew standing there just where he had been.
"Well?" Sammy snapped when he entered. "What happened?"
"The Fed's wanted to know if he had any clues about several disappearances connected to him."
"Fed's? As in the F.B.I.?"
Brian nodded.
"Oh, that's bad."
Alice stared at Matthew from the window. "He must be so confused..."
"He is," Brian told her. "They were yelling at him when I got there and calmed them down. He has no idea what is going on. He thinks someone is trying to frame him."
"At least I'm taking some stress from him," she said. Her hand pressed to the window. She prayed his mad side knew what the hell he was doing.
"Perhaps you should go out and talk to him," Sammy offered, rubbing her back. "He looks as if he could use you right now."
She shook her head. "We had a fight...I really don't think talking to him right now would do much good...he doesn't open up to me anyways."
"What did you have a fight about this time?"
"I told him I wanted to keep the baby...but he doesn't want it." She turned to him. "I had hoped that you would be its father so Matthew wouldn't have any obligations."
Sammy's eyes widened as he heard this. "Y-you want me to father your baby?"
She grabbed his hands and placed them on her belly. "It needs a father...and Matthew doesn't want anything to do with it...at one point...I swore he threatened to kill it. Please, Sammy. I know I've ask so much of you all the time, but think of the baby. I can't do this all alone..."
His face softened and he nodded slowly. "Of course sweetie. I told you that I'd spoil it rotten."
She smiled and wrapped her arms around him. "I knew you would say yes! There is so much to do," she said against him. "We should think about names and start setting up the crib."
Sammy laughed as he held her. "Calm down, Alice. We have two months to do all of this stuff."
Matthew walked inside a few minutes later, shaking his head. "Stupid cops, don't have anything better to do than to harass me," he sighed. Looking over at Sammy and Alice, he frowned, his mood instantly turned sour. "I see you're a happy couple now."
Alice pulled back from Sammy. "Don't be like that..."
"Really, Matthew it's not that big of a deal. You didn't want it, and I love it to death! I can't wait to name it!"
Matthew's eyes widened, his jaw dropping. "Whatever." He went upstairs. After being grilled by the cops he didn't feel like watching Sammy make plans with Alice about their future child.
Alice's heart fell. "I told him I wasn't making him stay or go. I told him he didn't have to love it and I told him he wouldn't have to take care of it and still he resents me," she said in a low broken voice. "He's always going to hate me for keeping it."
"May I make a suggestion, Alice?" Sammy hugged her, kissing her forehead before speaking. "Men are very much like children. When something doesn't go their way they pout and fuss. For the past seven months he has dreaded this child, yet a part of him must have accepted it or he would've done something by now to stop it. With children, they usually don't know what they have until it's taken from them."
"He did plan to do something with it. He planned to give it to someone else. It's what started the fight. I yelled that I would kill him if he tried to take it from me," she said. "I gave him what he wanted. If he's not happy with it...then there is nothing more that I can do. I'm done trying to please him."
"As you should be. It's his child. He should either love it or not. There is no in between. However, I would talk to him a little more, just to make certain that this is what's best. I'll gladly be the daddy if you need me to, Alice. It will be fun!"
She sighed. "We did talk about it. Which is why I kept calling and hanging up on Brian this morning. It's over. I told him if he changed his mind, he would need to talk to you because you are now the father." She pushed the thought from her head. "I don't want to talk about this anymore...let's talk about names."
Alice and Sammy planned and fixed up the baby area in Sammy's room for the next two weeks. Alice and Matthew barely spoke. Matthew stayed late at work and Alice mostly slept with Sammy just to have someone to sleep next to.
As Matthew was getting ready to leave in the morning, he grabbed the newspaper, freezing when he read the front page article. All the blood drained from his face as he let the paper fall from his hand. "Fuck," he whispered.
Alice came down stairs holding a few bottles of breast milk in her hand. She was freezing the milk for when the baby came and since she was already producing milk, it seemed like a waste not to do so. She glanced at Matthew, pausing for a second. They hadn't spoken for three days straight so looking at him now, she wasn't sure if she was suppose to say something now or just put the milk in the freeze and go back upstairs with Sammy.
Matthew looked up at her. He quickly tried to compose himself. Picking up the paper, he put it in his briefcase. "Where did you get all the milk from?"
She looked at her breasts. "My milk came in a few days ago..."
He looked confused for a few seconds before finally understanding. "Oh. Oh!" He looked down at the clock and then to her. "How... I mean, is it uncomfortable? How are you...getting it out?"
"Sammy bought this expensive pump that he hooks me up to every morning. It doesn't hurt until after ward. They are a little tender so putting on a bra is out of the question for a few hours," she explained. "But I read that I should be storing milk as soon as I'm able to."
"Oh, well.... I mean, I get up earlier then Sammy does. If you ever need my help I'd be more then glad to help you with that," he said slowly, hoping that she would at least humor him with his request.
She smiled. "That would be nice...but you don't have to. I told you that you don't have any obligations to do any of this. I'm ok with trying to do it on my own," she said and put the milk in the freeze.
"It's no trouble," he assured her quickly. "I don't really do much in the morning, so it would be kind of perfect."
She shifted. "Are you going to work...now?"
"In a little while," he assured her. "I'm...in no hurry."
"I still have a few more bottles to fill...if you want to help..." she said slowly. He was trying to make an effort which was strange since he didn't want the baby. But she missed him...she would say anything to spend time with him.
"You have that much milk in there?" He said, looking at her chest in disbelief.
She blushed. "They produce a lot all day... And I didn't get to do it last night because I helped Sammy build the crib..."
"That must be uncomfortable," he said softly, smiling at her blush. Setting down his briefcase he walked over to her. His eyes stayed on hers as he fondled her breasts, they felt heavier and bigger. "Are they really sensitive?"
She pulled from him. "Yes, so don't do that."
"Sorry, I was just curious," he told her. Stepping back, he nodded to upstairs. "Well, I mean...shall we?"
She groaned as she looked at the stairs. She hated stairs. Slowly, she started up them. "I'll get the pump from Sammy's room. Or you can come in there with him and we can do it there. Whichever."
"Uh, let's move the pump to my room," he said. He didn't want to have to deal with Sammy this early. Moving behind her, he placed a hand on her back, gently helping her up the stairs the best that he could.
She looked up at him. Why was he doing this? Why was he pretending? Didn't he know it only made things harder on her? Finally they were at the top and she disappeared inside Sammy's room. A few seconds later she came back out with an electrical pump and some bottles. "I don't fill them all the way. Only about half. Newborns don't drink a lot at one time." She slowly made her way to her room. She felt like it was Matthew's room more than hers.
Matthew nodded slowly. He sat down on the bed and beckoned her to it. Once she was sitting, he looked at the pump. It looked more like a torture device.... "So, we just put these on your nipples?" He asked as he looked at the suction cups.
Alice pulled down her straps on her night gown and nodded. "But I can never get them to stick. Sammy's really good at that...I guess it's because he's a nurse."
Matthew looked at the cups and then at her breasts. He placed the cups on there slowly, frowning when they wouldn't stick. After a few minutes of frustration, he sighed. "Well, all suction cups are the same," he said. Licking his thumb, he ran it along the edge of the suction cup. This time when he placed it on her breast it actually stuck. "Hah! Got it!"
Alice smiled. "I would have never thought of that," she said. "Now just hook one of the bottles to the other thing and push the button."
He nodded, hooking the bottle up to the machine, he watched her chest when he pressed the button as milk began to leave from it and fill the bottle. "Wow," he whispered.
Alice rested her back against the head board. "Now we just wait until the bottle is half full to put another one on." She bit her lip as they got silent. She didn't want the conversation to die...but all she knew to talk about was the baby. "My morning sickness is finally gone...and I don't faint as much. Sammy said it's mostly because I was stressed a lot before and now that I have my mind off things because I know what's going to happen to the baby, I can relax a bit."
"Really? Well...that's good, I guess. At least it makes things easier on you," he said, offering her a small smile.
She nodded. More silence. "So...how's work?"
"Long," he told her. Moving, he laid beside her against the headboard and relaxed. "I hate my students. Are you really certain you want to bring our kid into this world? Kids getting tattoos and piercings in private places."
"Our kid?" she asked with wide eyes. He never even acknowledged it before and now it's 'our kid?'
He looked over at her and then stared up at the ceiling. "Well, I'm just saying...."
"Saying what? You've been acting odd all morning," she said and changed the bottles. "We both know you don't want anything to do with the baby and yet here you are...helping me with the baby things."
"These aren't...baby things per say. I'm simply helping you with excess milk."
"Which the baby drinks," she said smartly. "That was obvious." She sighed. "Look...if you wanted to just talk, that I can understand, but pretending to be interested in this stuff or interested in my child is really wrong. It only hurts me, ok? So just stop."
"I say our child, you say 'my child'," he sighed. When did that change? "I do not intend to hurt you, Alice. I simply wanted to do something."
"I say my child because it is my child. I'm going to be the parent to it, so there for it is mine and Sammy's child." She rolled her eyes. "Do something? Like what?"
"Well...help," he said softly. "With...things."
"You mean the same things you didn't want anything to do with a few weeks ago?" She turned off the pump and pulled the cups off her then winced. After putting her straps back on, she started grabbing her things. "This is exactly what I'm talking about. You're just hurting me. It's like you're picking which part of being a father you want. You don't get a choice like that, Matthew. You're either all in or all out."
"You and Sammy have already picked names, haven't you? What did you pick?" Matthew didn't try to stop her. He just wanted to know.
"Sammy wants a girl so he picked Alison and we haven't figured out a boy’s name yet," she said as she struggled to stand.
"Alison," Matthew whispered. He quickly moved from the bed to help her get up. "There is a girl in my class. She's twenty and has a child. She's trying to take care of it by herself. It's killing her. Her grades are slipping, and the father won't help."
Alice glared at him. "What does that have to do with me?" Sammy was going back to school at night. He had started a few days ago so he could get his doctrine degree and become a doctor. That would mean that Alice would be all alone taking care of the baby all night and most of the time he had work study during the day.
"It means that even if you don't want me to be the father or a partial father...or whatever. I don't want to see you go through that. I would like to help in whatever way that you will let me."
Finally she stood. "I don't need your help, Matthew. I don't want you to be a partial father and I don't want you to feel like you owe it to me to help out because you don't. The baby has a very good father. One that loves him or her and will bend over back wards to make sure it has anything it needs." She walked to the door. "And that's enough for me."
"I want...to...." Matthew stopped as he followed her out. "I don't want my child to be raised by another man."
She turned to him in complete shock. "You were willing to give it away to a complete stranger! You should have thought about that before you agreed to give up every damn right and said you didn't want it or love it!" she screamed. Her voice echoed in the house. She was so angry. How could he say something like this when he made such a big deal about getting rid of the baby and not loving it if she kept it?
"It was different when I wouldn't have to see it every day. When I have to hear it call Sammy 'daddy' everyday… It's just...different," he told her. "I didn't know that this would suck so bad."
"Too bad! You don't want it raised by another man and I don't want it raised by a man that doesn't love it!" She walked to Sammy's room and opened the door. "This conversation is over!" she screamed and slammed the door.
Alice peeked out the window with him. "Do you think they will take him away?"
"I don't think so. If they had something on him then they would have taken him away already," he whispered as if they could hear him. "More than likely they're just trying to break him."
"Well, at least he doesn't remember anything to break," she whispered next to him. Her hand went to her belly as the baby started kicking wildly. She hadn't eaten much. It was hungry.
Sammy nodded slowly. "Hopefully that's the case,' he whispered. They stood there staring out the window until the cops left. Brian came in first, leaving Matthew standing there just where he had been.
"Well?" Sammy snapped when he entered. "What happened?"
"The Fed's wanted to know if he had any clues about several disappearances connected to him."
"Fed's? As in the F.B.I.?"
Brian nodded.
"Oh, that's bad."
Alice stared at Matthew from the window. "He must be so confused..."
"He is," Brian told her. "They were yelling at him when I got there and calmed them down. He has no idea what is going on. He thinks someone is trying to frame him."
"At least I'm taking some stress from him," she said. Her hand pressed to the window. She prayed his mad side knew what the hell he was doing.
"Perhaps you should go out and talk to him," Sammy offered, rubbing her back. "He looks as if he could use you right now."
She shook her head. "We had a fight...I really don't think talking to him right now would do much good...he doesn't open up to me anyways."
"What did you have a fight about this time?"
"I told him I wanted to keep the baby...but he doesn't want it." She turned to him. "I had hoped that you would be its father so Matthew wouldn't have any obligations."
Sammy's eyes widened as he heard this. "Y-you want me to father your baby?"
She grabbed his hands and placed them on her belly. "It needs a father...and Matthew doesn't want anything to do with it...at one point...I swore he threatened to kill it. Please, Sammy. I know I've ask so much of you all the time, but think of the baby. I can't do this all alone..."
His face softened and he nodded slowly. "Of course sweetie. I told you that I'd spoil it rotten."
She smiled and wrapped her arms around him. "I knew you would say yes! There is so much to do," she said against him. "We should think about names and start setting up the crib."
Sammy laughed as he held her. "Calm down, Alice. We have two months to do all of this stuff."
Matthew walked inside a few minutes later, shaking his head. "Stupid cops, don't have anything better to do than to harass me," he sighed. Looking over at Sammy and Alice, he frowned, his mood instantly turned sour. "I see you're a happy couple now."
Alice pulled back from Sammy. "Don't be like that..."
"Really, Matthew it's not that big of a deal. You didn't want it, and I love it to death! I can't wait to name it!"
Matthew's eyes widened, his jaw dropping. "Whatever." He went upstairs. After being grilled by the cops he didn't feel like watching Sammy make plans with Alice about their future child.
Alice's heart fell. "I told him I wasn't making him stay or go. I told him he didn't have to love it and I told him he wouldn't have to take care of it and still he resents me," she said in a low broken voice. "He's always going to hate me for keeping it."
"May I make a suggestion, Alice?" Sammy hugged her, kissing her forehead before speaking. "Men are very much like children. When something doesn't go their way they pout and fuss. For the past seven months he has dreaded this child, yet a part of him must have accepted it or he would've done something by now to stop it. With children, they usually don't know what they have until it's taken from them."
"He did plan to do something with it. He planned to give it to someone else. It's what started the fight. I yelled that I would kill him if he tried to take it from me," she said. "I gave him what he wanted. If he's not happy with it...then there is nothing more that I can do. I'm done trying to please him."
"As you should be. It's his child. He should either love it or not. There is no in between. However, I would talk to him a little more, just to make certain that this is what's best. I'll gladly be the daddy if you need me to, Alice. It will be fun!"
She sighed. "We did talk about it. Which is why I kept calling and hanging up on Brian this morning. It's over. I told him if he changed his mind, he would need to talk to you because you are now the father." She pushed the thought from her head. "I don't want to talk about this anymore...let's talk about names."
Alice and Sammy planned and fixed up the baby area in Sammy's room for the next two weeks. Alice and Matthew barely spoke. Matthew stayed late at work and Alice mostly slept with Sammy just to have someone to sleep next to.
As Matthew was getting ready to leave in the morning, he grabbed the newspaper, freezing when he read the front page article. All the blood drained from his face as he let the paper fall from his hand. "Fuck," he whispered.
Alice came down stairs holding a few bottles of breast milk in her hand. She was freezing the milk for when the baby came and since she was already producing milk, it seemed like a waste not to do so. She glanced at Matthew, pausing for a second. They hadn't spoken for three days straight so looking at him now, she wasn't sure if she was suppose to say something now or just put the milk in the freeze and go back upstairs with Sammy.
Matthew looked up at her. He quickly tried to compose himself. Picking up the paper, he put it in his briefcase. "Where did you get all the milk from?"
She looked at her breasts. "My milk came in a few days ago..."
He looked confused for a few seconds before finally understanding. "Oh. Oh!" He looked down at the clock and then to her. "How... I mean, is it uncomfortable? How are you...getting it out?"
"Sammy bought this expensive pump that he hooks me up to every morning. It doesn't hurt until after ward. They are a little tender so putting on a bra is out of the question for a few hours," she explained. "But I read that I should be storing milk as soon as I'm able to."
"Oh, well.... I mean, I get up earlier then Sammy does. If you ever need my help I'd be more then glad to help you with that," he said slowly, hoping that she would at least humor him with his request.
She smiled. "That would be nice...but you don't have to. I told you that you don't have any obligations to do any of this. I'm ok with trying to do it on my own," she said and put the milk in the freeze.
"It's no trouble," he assured her quickly. "I don't really do much in the morning, so it would be kind of perfect."
She shifted. "Are you going to work...now?"
"In a little while," he assured her. "I'm...in no hurry."
"I still have a few more bottles to fill...if you want to help..." she said slowly. He was trying to make an effort which was strange since he didn't want the baby. But she missed him...she would say anything to spend time with him.
"You have that much milk in there?" He said, looking at her chest in disbelief.
She blushed. "They produce a lot all day... And I didn't get to do it last night because I helped Sammy build the crib..."
"That must be uncomfortable," he said softly, smiling at her blush. Setting down his briefcase he walked over to her. His eyes stayed on hers as he fondled her breasts, they felt heavier and bigger. "Are they really sensitive?"
She pulled from him. "Yes, so don't do that."
"Sorry, I was just curious," he told her. Stepping back, he nodded to upstairs. "Well, I mean...shall we?"
She groaned as she looked at the stairs. She hated stairs. Slowly, she started up them. "I'll get the pump from Sammy's room. Or you can come in there with him and we can do it there. Whichever."
"Uh, let's move the pump to my room," he said. He didn't want to have to deal with Sammy this early. Moving behind her, he placed a hand on her back, gently helping her up the stairs the best that he could.
She looked up at him. Why was he doing this? Why was he pretending? Didn't he know it only made things harder on her? Finally they were at the top and she disappeared inside Sammy's room. A few seconds later she came back out with an electrical pump and some bottles. "I don't fill them all the way. Only about half. Newborns don't drink a lot at one time." She slowly made her way to her room. She felt like it was Matthew's room more than hers.
Matthew nodded slowly. He sat down on the bed and beckoned her to it. Once she was sitting, he looked at the pump. It looked more like a torture device.... "So, we just put these on your nipples?" He asked as he looked at the suction cups.
Alice pulled down her straps on her night gown and nodded. "But I can never get them to stick. Sammy's really good at that...I guess it's because he's a nurse."
Matthew looked at the cups and then at her breasts. He placed the cups on there slowly, frowning when they wouldn't stick. After a few minutes of frustration, he sighed. "Well, all suction cups are the same," he said. Licking his thumb, he ran it along the edge of the suction cup. This time when he placed it on her breast it actually stuck. "Hah! Got it!"
Alice smiled. "I would have never thought of that," she said. "Now just hook one of the bottles to the other thing and push the button."
He nodded, hooking the bottle up to the machine, he watched her chest when he pressed the button as milk began to leave from it and fill the bottle. "Wow," he whispered.
Alice rested her back against the head board. "Now we just wait until the bottle is half full to put another one on." She bit her lip as they got silent. She didn't want the conversation to die...but all she knew to talk about was the baby. "My morning sickness is finally gone...and I don't faint as much. Sammy said it's mostly because I was stressed a lot before and now that I have my mind off things because I know what's going to happen to the baby, I can relax a bit."
"Really? Well...that's good, I guess. At least it makes things easier on you," he said, offering her a small smile.
She nodded. More silence. "So...how's work?"
"Long," he told her. Moving, he laid beside her against the headboard and relaxed. "I hate my students. Are you really certain you want to bring our kid into this world? Kids getting tattoos and piercings in private places."
"Our kid?" she asked with wide eyes. He never even acknowledged it before and now it's 'our kid?'
He looked over at her and then stared up at the ceiling. "Well, I'm just saying...."
"Saying what? You've been acting odd all morning," she said and changed the bottles. "We both know you don't want anything to do with the baby and yet here you are...helping me with the baby things."
"These aren't...baby things per say. I'm simply helping you with excess milk."
"Which the baby drinks," she said smartly. "That was obvious." She sighed. "Look...if you wanted to just talk, that I can understand, but pretending to be interested in this stuff or interested in my child is really wrong. It only hurts me, ok? So just stop."
"I say our child, you say 'my child'," he sighed. When did that change? "I do not intend to hurt you, Alice. I simply wanted to do something."
"I say my child because it is my child. I'm going to be the parent to it, so there for it is mine and Sammy's child." She rolled her eyes. "Do something? Like what?"
"Well...help," he said softly. "With...things."
"You mean the same things you didn't want anything to do with a few weeks ago?" She turned off the pump and pulled the cups off her then winced. After putting her straps back on, she started grabbing her things. "This is exactly what I'm talking about. You're just hurting me. It's like you're picking which part of being a father you want. You don't get a choice like that, Matthew. You're either all in or all out."
"You and Sammy have already picked names, haven't you? What did you pick?" Matthew didn't try to stop her. He just wanted to know.
"Sammy wants a girl so he picked Alison and we haven't figured out a boy’s name yet," she said as she struggled to stand.
"Alison," Matthew whispered. He quickly moved from the bed to help her get up. "There is a girl in my class. She's twenty and has a child. She's trying to take care of it by herself. It's killing her. Her grades are slipping, and the father won't help."
Alice glared at him. "What does that have to do with me?" Sammy was going back to school at night. He had started a few days ago so he could get his doctrine degree and become a doctor. That would mean that Alice would be all alone taking care of the baby all night and most of the time he had work study during the day.
"It means that even if you don't want me to be the father or a partial father...or whatever. I don't want to see you go through that. I would like to help in whatever way that you will let me."
Finally she stood. "I don't need your help, Matthew. I don't want you to be a partial father and I don't want you to feel like you owe it to me to help out because you don't. The baby has a very good father. One that loves him or her and will bend over back wards to make sure it has anything it needs." She walked to the door. "And that's enough for me."
"I want...to...." Matthew stopped as he followed her out. "I don't want my child to be raised by another man."
She turned to him in complete shock. "You were willing to give it away to a complete stranger! You should have thought about that before you agreed to give up every damn right and said you didn't want it or love it!" she screamed. Her voice echoed in the house. She was so angry. How could he say something like this when he made such a big deal about getting rid of the baby and not loving it if she kept it?
"It was different when I wouldn't have to see it every day. When I have to hear it call Sammy 'daddy' everyday… It's just...different," he told her. "I didn't know that this would suck so bad."
"Too bad! You don't want it raised by another man and I don't want it raised by a man that doesn't love it!" She walked to Sammy's room and opened the door. "This conversation is over!" she screamed and slammed the door.