Fighting for Love
By
Nicole
Chapter 1: Paris' Son
A few months before the Greeks destroyed Troy, there was a wonderful moment for their living Prince and his Princess. When Prince Paris went out to war, Helen was with child for the first time. Ever since the time of Menelaus tried to kill her beloved Paris, Helen deeply feared for his life for him. When Hector was killed, which was just a few months ago, Paris' courage grew and he was going with his men to fight the Greeks once again. They shared a goodbye before Helen watched her beloved ride off to war with his men. Andromache and Briseis were helping her out the best they could even if Andromache was taking care of her own son at the same time.
Helen was due to give birth any day and the maidens, Andromache, and Briseis were watching her very closely, just in case she would go into labor while walking around the kingdom.
Well, one day, Helen was taking another walk around the kingdom with Andromache by her side when it happened. Andromache felt her hand grip hers and looked at her. "Andromache, it's time," Helen whispered. Andromache handed her son, Attis, over to one of the maidens.
"BRISEIS!" Andromache called.
Briseis came downstairs and saw Andromache trying to help Helen to another room. She hurried downstairs to help them.
Once Helen was brought to another room, she began to scream in pain. "Briseis, go find the midwife, Selena, she is the best midwife in Troy. Go find her, please," Andromache pleaded. Briseis looked at Helen when Andromache grabbed her arm. "Briseis, I know that you don't like Helen much, but having her die during childbirth will only make Paris hate us because we didn't get a midwife for her. Please go," Andromache murmured. Briseis finally left while Andromache stayed beside Helen. "Just remember to breathe, Helen," she instructed. Helen nodded and felt a rag being dabbed against her forehead. Selena then entered the room to see her princess in labor.
"I see you got her to breathe the way I taught you when you were giving birth. Very good. Do you have everything ready for the child?" She asked.
"Yes, they're over there," Andromache replied while pointed to a table.
"Very good, now, how far is the pain, dear?" Selena asked.
"They are just over five minutes apart," Helen whimpered.
"A strong woman you are, milady to be able to give birth while your husband is away. Not very many women would be able to give birth to a child, because of their worry about their husbands."
Helen whimpered as the pain kept coming. Andromache stayed by her side, she liked Helen, even if she started the war, Andromache became friends when Helen. "Do we have the cradle and the blankets ready for the child?" Selena asked. Andromache nodded and watched as Briseis brought the cradle and blankets over to Selena. "All right, if we're going to do this. We're going to do it right," Selena mumbled. Helen gasped in pain again while grabbing onto Andromache's hand. "Princess Helen, the next time you feel the pain, you'll have to push as hard as you can," Selena instructed. Helen gasped in pain while she pushed as hard as she could. Then images of the times with Paris when he was in Sparta, when she came to Troy, and before he left for battle came into her mind. "Push Helen...push," Selena ordered.
On the other side of the walls of Troy, Prince Paris, son of King Priam, sat in his tent cleaning the blood off him. He thought about Helen and the child she was going to give birth to. Not long after he thought about her, a soldier came into the tent. "My lord, Princess Andromache requests for you to return to he castle. She wouldn't tell me why, she just said to tell you it is about your wife," the soldier instructed. Paris' eyes widened, he pulled on his armor.
"Get my horse ready, I leave for Troy tonight," Paris ordered.
He looked at the soldier to see that he wasn't moving. "Well hurry! I have to return to Troy by sunrise," Paris ordered. The soldier bowed and hurried off.
The soldiers watched as their prince walked over to his horse. "Milord, why are you leaving when we go to battle again soon?" A soldier asked.
"We're returning to Troy," Paris ordered.
The soldiers either got onto their horses or stood in a line. Paris led his men back to Troy.
Helen cried out in pain once again. When she pushed again, she screamed at the top of her lungs. "PARIS!" She screamed. She fell back against Andromache in relief and exhaustion. Then a baby's cry could be heard in the Kingdom of Priam.
"You have given birth to a son, milady," Selena announced.
Helen took the boy into her arms with a smile. Andromache looked at her nephew and saw that he was a very beautiful child. "Along with Attis, your son is the most beautiful baby boy I have ever delivered. You must be proud, milady. The Princes of Troy are lucky to have women like you into their lives," Selena complimented. Andromache smiled at the boy before looking at Helen. Helen had tears of happiness in her eyes.
"My son, my strong baby boy," she murmured.
"He needs a name, milady," Selena pointed out.
Helen looked at her good friend before looking at her son. "I shall call him "Hector"," she whispered. Just then, the boy began to cry. Selena nodded to Andromache. She reached over and undid Helen's sleeve on her gown. Then Helen fed her son. She looked at her son as he drank the milk his mother had to offer him. Once he was finished feeding, Helen did her sleeve back up. Briseis came running in.
"Paris has returned," she announced.
Andromache smiled at Helen and stroked her hair. "You see, your husband has returned to you," she murmured. Helen nodded with a smile.
Paris and his men came back to their city when Briseis hurried out of the kingdom. "Paris, you must come inside. Helen just gave birth," she informed. Paris hurried inside to see his wife and his newborn child.
He entered the room and smiled to find his wife leaning against the headboard of the bed with a bundle in her arms. "Helen," he sighed. Helen looked up to see her husband standing there in his armor. He walked over and gave her a gentle hug.
"Look Paris, I would like you to meet your son, Hector," she murmured.
Paris looked at his son with a smile. "He's beautiful," he whispered. He took Hector into his arms and sat on the edge of the bed with a smile. "Father will be proud," he commented. Not even five minutes after those words left his mouth, King Priam came into the room.
"Welcome home, my son," Priam greeted.
He then saw the boy in Paris' arms. "Is that my grandchild?" He asked. Paris nodded and placed the boy into his arms.
"Father, this is Hector," he informed.
Helen smiled to see her husband and his father admiring the boy. She couldn't fight back sleep any longer. The last image she saw was Paris holding the boy again. Paris looked over at Helen to see her fast asleep and smiled. He placed Hector into his cradle and once he changed out of his armor, he crawled into the bed and held Helen close. "I love you," he whispered. Then he fell asleep.
AN: How was it so far? I hope you would like me to keep going.