Time Is Many Things. (Through the looking glass)

Chapter Fouteen: Sequel.

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Previously:

The kiss was soft and warm at first, until I felt his tongue lick my bottom lip; asking for entrance which I granted. We fight for dominance, he won. He takes time to explore my mouth. Soon we both pull back out of breath, resting our foreheads against one another's.

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Tarrant and I asked everyone to meet us near the tree where Alice fell to, not far from our home. Everyone was already sitting around the table as Tarrant and I arrived; we took the last two seats.

"Hello everyone," I greeted cheerily, receiving joyful greetings back from everyone.

Everyone being my parents/aunt, Tarrants family and our friends.

"It's a beautiful morning," my mother commented.

"If you say so," Auntie Irace retorted, however not sounding rude.

"Care for some tea?" The March hare asked in his usual crazy tone, letting out his signature laugh.

"Thanks very much," Mally told him holding her teacup towards him so then he can pour some tea.

"Uh, excuse me everyone," Tarrant started, trying to gain everyone's attention.

"My, my, my, I'd love some tea. Tea time is all the time," Chess said addressing the March hare.

"Oh dear, I affirm you's keep putting something in that tea causing you to act so deranged," the White Rabbit commented, completely ignoring Tarrant.

"Maybe you should through a teacup, dear," I told Hatter whom looked at me and smiled mischievously.

I watch as he picked up his teacup and threw it at the tree causing it to smash; no tree was harmed in the process. This got everyone's attention.

"My God, Tarrant, what was that for?" Mr. Hightopp asked his son, a look of shock crossed his features as he wasn't expecting that.

"Well, we..." he trailed off standing up and looking down at me, grabbed my hand for me to stand up as well. "Anna and I have an announcement."

"Ooh," the White Rabbit breathed.

"Are you's moving away?" Tweedledee asked.

"No, they can't be. They've clearly split," Tweedledumb assumed, not seeing our interwinded hands.

"No, No, No, they're starting a cult," Mally piped in.

*cough* "children, let them speak," my father told them.

"Thank you," I thanked quietly. "No, none of those."

"We're getting married," Tarrant finally told them causing an eruption of cheers to go around.

"I knew it," Tweedledumb clapped.

"No, I knew it," Tweedledee clapped louder.

"Congratulations," Bayard and a few others said.