So this is part 1, guys of my Belle Disney Mothers stories

So this is part 1, guys of my Belle Disney Mothers stories. I hope you enjoy it as much as (I'm assuming, since none of you review!) The Reigning Heir, Snow White's story about her and her newborn daughter Delia. If you haven't read it, check it out, I'm assuming I did a pretty darned well job! Anyway, my Kingdom Keepers story is in the works of getting a part 2. I really want to get the first three chapters of all Disney Mothers stories out before I work on KK Part 2. I'll try and work on it, however. Also, email me at

And let me know if I should write a story about Pocahontas and her son. I don't really want to do a story on her, because of her historical story, but a drabble or poem might happen. MIGHT happen, I said. I'm definitely going to write about Jane Porter and Giselle and their experiences as becoming or learning they are going to become a mother, and most likely a poem from Robin Hood's POV about Maid Marian and his first child.

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to let me know if I should write an Elizabeth Turner story. I just love this idea of Disney Mothers, but honestly, I had started out with only the 6 princesses, but now am coming up with all these ideas! But, Pocahontas and Elizabeth are only possibilities. So let me know what you want!

On another note, I named the prince James, because that is one of my favorite names. Eric, and Phillip are taken already, and since the possibility of an Elizabeth Turner story might arise, I don't want to use 'Will' for short of 'William'. So…yeah.

Here we go!!

Belle had been lying in bed for a month straight, a pile of books stacked on the spot her husband usually slept in. Thrilled that she would finally be called 'Mama', Belle had been even more thrilled to have the doctor tell her and her husband of ten months James that from the belly shape, Belle probably was going to have a boy. Belle had always wanted a son first, for some reason—perhaps a hint from fate telling her she would one day become a princess.

"Beellle," sang James, entering the bedroom. Belle laughed, and watched her husband clumsily trip, catch himself, and have a pancake land on his head.

"Oh, James!" Belle giggled, attempting to stand up.

"Ah, ah, ah! No, you don't! You stay in the bed until the baby is out of its bed."

"I would hardly call it a bed. It's more of a playground," she laughed, placing her hands on her large stomach. She was due any day. Placing the breakfast tray beside her waist on the other side of her, James sat down and—using a spoon—scooped up a piece of burnt oatmeal. He had wanted to do something kind for Belle, and had insisted to the cooks that he was to cook and, if Belle let him, feed Belle until she was in proper condition.

"Maybe it is a boy, then."

"Oh! Oh, come here, James," said Belle hurriedly. James's eyes widened and he turned white as the linen Belle was covered in.

"Is it time? Should I call for the midwife? Mrs. Po—"

"No, no, no, the baby's kicking. Again," said Belle happily. She took James's strong hand and placed it on her belly. He always liked to feel the baby, even if he wasn't feeling it exactly.

"It's a strong kicker," James stated. Belle smiled. The kicking had stopped, and James took off his hand from his wife's stomach. He kissed her passionately, and then moved the books to the floor so that he could lie beside her.

"I know that's for sure. He or she will definitely keep us up at night when it arri—"

"What? What is it, Belle? Is it kicking again?"

"N-No. I…I think…I…ooh!! I think it's time, James!" cried Belle. James, horrorstricken, jumped up, and then his horror turned to glee.

"I'm going to become a father! A…a father! A—"

"JAMES!" Belle shrieked.

"Oh right! Mrs. Potts! Midwife! Hurry! It's time! Come quickly! Quickly!"

Belle screamed again, and James took her hand.

"Oh, Belle, hold on, just think that when this pain is over—"

"OH!!"

"Right."

Mrs. Potts came in with a towel, hot water, a blanket, and some other necessary supplies. The midwife, Rachel, had also come in. Chip, skipping, had entered the room, too.

"Excuse me, Monsieur, I am afraid that you will need to leave," said Rachel.

"What?! She's my wife!"

"Please, Monsieur…"

"Fine! Oh, no you don't Chip, even if you were allowed, you would be scarred for life if you stayed in that room. Come along!" James chattered nervously. Chip turned on his heel and left the room, James behind him. Shutting the door, James bit his lip as he heard Belle's wails still.

"A father! A father! Well, it better be a boy, because I'm not going to let her go through this again! Oh, what have I done? It was simple, simple it was, and now we had to go through all of this!"

Chip left his Master pacing and chattering away to himself, and headed towards the kitchen. James didn't notice.

Nineteen hours later, Belle still yelled away. James's eyes were red, and he was still wearing the clothes he had been wearing in the morning: a white, puffy-sleeved shirt, brown trousers, and his hair hanging at his shoulders without his normal ponytail. He paced and paced, and soon it reached twenty-two hours. Suddenly, Belle stopped. And instead, a baby's cry was taken heed. Then more wails, but James—though he desperately wanted to be there with Belle—fought the urge to come blasting through the room and take out the baby himself. If indeed there was only one baby.

For another seven minutes, James waited anxiously, hearing a baby cry, Belle holler, and then—another baby's wail mixed into the boisterous symphony called birth.

He couldn't take it anymore, and ran into the room.

Bloodstained sheets, Belle panting with her eyes closed and her head rested against a pillow, and two babies crying in the arms of the midwife and Mrs. Potts came to James's bright blue eyes.

"Twins?" he asked Mrs. Potts, the midwife, and Belle weakly. They all nodded in unison.

"Twins," confirmed Mrs. Potts.

It went black for James.

Belle, however, was very much conscious, just tired.

Even more thrilled that she was the mother of two babies, Belle laughed silently as she realized James had passed out. Mrs. Potts gave Belle a cleaned baby who was still crying and shrieking and bundled up in a blanket, and she attended to James. Calling in Lumiere, she threw sheets over Belle.

"Sacre bleu! Cogsworth! Get in here!" Cogsworth and Lumiere dragged James out of the room while Belle watched, tiredly.

Rachel handed Belle another bundle, and smiled.

"Congratulations, Mademoiselle. You have a baby girl and a baby boy."