a re-write of the re-write(already re-wrote didn't post yet but lost it!:C )

The first childbirth was easy. Flynn, their now oldest, had been born within an hour. He now was outside the chambers sleeping in a handmaiden's lap. Though he was excited to meet his new baby sister it was far too late for the four-year-old. They promised to wake him as soon as his sister had arrived.

Zelda cried out as another contraction took over her. Three hours had passed. She was thankful Link remained with her as he had throughout Flynn's birth. He happily held his wife's hand and remained with her through it all. They had waited several years to have children after being wed.

They had waited several years to have children after being wed. The pair had waited two years after the Invasion of Twilight, both had been too damaged after the events they went through. Link had accepted a position as her personal guard after things had settled down. He had been there through the rebuilding of the, well, everything. Link had proposed to her on one quiet night on a balcony overlooking the garden. She accepted but awaited what her council thought of the thought it was a wonderful idea and that the approval rating of the princess would increase among the people. They had the only condition that the couple took the royal last name.

After their wedding, the two had both been crowned King and Queen of Hyrule. The two of them had Flynn three years after trying to get pregnant. Everyone had worried for not only the babies but Zelda's safety during both pregnancies and births. In previous years, the previous queens had a habit of dying in childbirth leaving their babies without a mother. They had feared the same fate awaited their current queen.

Finally, after hours of the child birthing process, the midwife was placing a clean and bundled baby girl in their arms.

Flynn had woken for a moment only to fall back asleep between his parent's legs. Zelda was now leaning into Link and his arm's gently wrapped around her. "Look at her." Zelda started, "Ten perfect toes and fingers." Link didn't respond to her. She didn't expect him to either. He was normally the quiet one and she always respected it. He spoke when it was needed. She had grown to love that about him. They had named the baby Zelda Elizabeth Nohanson.

"Love you haven't slept," Zelda said glancing to his face behind hers. He hadn't slept for a full twenty-four hours now. Link had left early yesterday morning on King's business with a small group of armed men checking on one of the provinces and offering any help if needed. He had only just returned late that evening when he was informed of his wife's' labor, and now her they relaxed as the dawn turned into morning and the sun slowly filled the room with warm light.

"You need it more." He muttered getting out of the bed and taking the sleeping infant from her. He placed the baby gently into the ornate crib. He walked to Zelda's side once more kissing her lips and pushing a strand of brown hair away from her face.

A girl fell to the ground hard. Zelda couldn't see her face but knew she was injured. Blood slowly started to fill the cracks around her and the clatter of a sword still rang out. The girl turned opening eyes revealing a beautiful blue. She was dying but how? A menacing laughter came from somewhere close by awakening Zelda.

She gasped bolting upright judging by the limited sunlight in the room it must be late afternoon. She made her way out of bed and searched out Link wearing only her nightgown and silk robe. He was easy enough to find sitting in the dining hall eating a probably much-prolonged dinner. He looked up as soon as she walked in the room rising to meet her. She told him of her dream quickly. These dreams were never just dreams. Years before Zant and Ganondorf and the Twilight, she had similar dreams of events to come. Warnings she liked to think of them as.

"It's probably nothing." He said holding her to him.

"It was her Link, I know it. It was a warning that something is going to happen to her." She explained pulling away. "Promise me no harm will come to our daughter."

"I promise." He said quietly meeting her forehead with his own.